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4 yrs ago
Current Ethical? No. Illegal? Also no.
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4 yrs ago
Some people need to make a hard choice when deciding which two karaoke streams they want to listen to. I have no such weakness: I have two ears for a reason.
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5 yrs ago
The hard part about trying to play some politically savvy mastermind is the assumption that the world operates off real world politics and not your DM’s politics.
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6 yrs ago
Don't put too much stock in prophesies. At best they're full of shit, but more often than not they're one of those self-fullilling kinds. Plan for what happens afterwards instead.
6 yrs ago
A character isn't deep or compelling just because you let them get hurt a lot, are always depressed, or do morally questionable things.
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If you're here either you're wondering what I'm doing cause I need to post in your RP (In which case, calm yo tits, I'll get around to it), or you want to know who I am. So let's begin.

I'm a college age asian kid who has more heart than he has senses. I'm still working out this whole "adulthood" thing, so until then I just do what I feel I must. As far as personality and traits go, I'm not one for boasting. So if there's anything redeeming about myself you'd have to figure it out in person or by word-of-mouth. Generally however I'm rather perverted, in the best and worst ways. nothing is too much until I've crossed the line, and that just means I've started.

As far as Roleplays I like, I have a thing for fantasy, though I'm also good for some types of sci-fi, supernatural, Modern, and slice-of-life. If it's open and sandbox, I'll probably join it. Never really been a romantic, I often chose to sexualize any notion of romantic encounters I come across. I generally write at Casual quality, though I have no issues with Free-Level Rp/Players and I can hold my own in Advance.

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Perhaps out of surprising teamwork, or maybe it was just because her goblins are slightly more competent than they used to be, while Orchid was able to cause the badger to hesitate the other goblins managed to get a few good hits in. A stone struck the badger in the head, dizzying it for just a moment before it charged at Bigs and Wejs. Sure Wejs was just about as scared as Bigs, but he stood his ground. That was better than how they'd usually react. Only Crispy somewhat made things more difficult by throwing a fireball at the badger when it was close to the two knobs, catching them in the crossfire. Orchid quickly turned towards the others who were either cowering or staying out of the way. "Oi you lot! Go help Bigs and Wejs put themselves out! Throw some dirt on em!" Sure Bigs and Wejs would probably be okay, but the faster they recovered means the faster they get to fight.

As Orchid shouted her orders Clod had came at the badger and hacked at it with his stone sword. Despite expectations it held up fairly well and did some considerable damage to the beast, causing it to stagger forward like some lumbering creature. A few days ago such a creature would have made Orchid flee; she was lucky that day that she had a shield that could defend herself from such a monster. But today she was a different goblin. More powerful. More vicious. She was the chief. And she would not run or let this badger escape her a second time. She took a deep breath as the badger winded up it's claw to slash her.

"Haaaah... THIS HAND OF MINE GLOWS WITH AN AWESOME POWEEEEEEEEEEER!!!" Dropping the torch betwen herself and the badger Orchid gripped her sharp club with both hands to deflect the Badger's claw. She was trying to go for a cut, but she simply needed to hold it in place so that it could not retract and dodge back, the stone teeth digging into it's fur and plates. As she roared, her hand indeed did seem to glow red, the sparks of flame appearing around her gauntlet hand. "ITS BURNING GRIP TELLS ME TO DEFEAT YOU!!!" Holding the Badger's claw up to expose it's face, she let one hand free as she SMASHED her fist into the badger, at the same time shooting a fireball as well. What should happen, at least as Orchid imagined it, was a classic flaming punch right into the badger's mouth. She intended to catch it while it was roaring, not caring if it's teeth dug into her rope gauntlet or if she shattered any useful teeth in the process. This beast was going to be her next meal.

I’m hesitant to take a short rest because of those drakes. With the bat swarm at least that’s a “natural” occurrence, but who knows what those drakes might’ve alerted. I suppose we could set up an ambush for anyone that might come over, but I’m also concerned if that would eat up Torus’s Wild shape too. I don’t know how much time he has but I know there’s a limit.
I lost 10 HP in total, about 1/3 of my max, so I could definitely use some healing.
The travel south was fortunately uneventful for the most part. Aside from gathering supplies and occasionally stopping for a short rest, there wasn’t much that happened. Soon the group came to a stop to set up a temp camp to rest and repair their gear. Orchid spent the better part of her time skinning the hex cat for meat and hide, making use of every bit of its body to make rope, meat, and oil. She made herself a new top out of the raw skin, scouring I of fat and oils with a stone.

Naturally of course, peaceful times would not come so easily. This was a forest after all. One of the goblins alerted her of the presence of an old adversary. Orchid grumbled and stood up, heading over to the growling beast while growling herself. ”Back off everyone! Might be more around here. Watch my back and more importantly watch your ass!” Armed with her Sharp Club and a torch Orchid squared off against the badger. She roared at the beast as she shook her Sharp Club wildly, trying to intimidate it with her animal pacification. And just to make a point she casually set a bush on fire, just to show the extent of her destruction.

”Bring it, bitch! I’m hungry and I’ll eat your face!”

Understandable, you did just have a new child not too long ago. While the RP might seem dead, I'm stil around to breath life into it.
Suka.
Blayt.
Huffing and darting his eyes around, Orchid was ready for more enemies to show up. But before too long things were peaceful once more, at least until they go to the next room and find something else to fight. Letting out a sharp breath from his nose Orchid calmed down, put his shield away, and went about the dirty business of moving bodies out of the way and pillaging their gear. Kobolds didn't really have much on them and frankly they were too tiny and thin to bother making hides out of, but hopefully their own personal possessions were more valuable. Weapons, armor, knickknacks, keys, whatever they had on them Orchid took. He also made sure to check the room itself, finish off any kobolds that may or may not have expired, and otherwise continue his calm and collective looting. He patched himself up with whatever clean cloth was available either from his own pack or ideally the kobold's possessions, staunching the bleeding but doing nothing to heal his wounds. His injuries were far from grievous but knowing that there's only more battles ahead, he would like some medical aid.

Exposition DROP! TL;DR version: it’s been raining really badly, floods everywhere, getting attacked by bandits and ghosts, the mother went to get help but never came back. May or may not need to go hunt/gather tomorrow for more food.

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The younglings would gradually enter the house after the scruffy pokeman allowed them entry, with Wendy waving them goodbye. ”If you ever stop by Delta City, look for me at Gull Wings Deliveries! That’s where I work. I hope the best for all of you, thank you!” Wendy flew off into the storm, to complete her duty as a courier. Thus the scene switches to the rough neck scrafty and the other Pokémon within. He lowered his hood and put his rock, which he had brought in, onto the table.

”Right. Well I guess some introductions are needed. Name’s Merc. This is my kid, Honey Buns.” Merc patted the pink bunny, Honey. ”The kirlia there is Honey’s friend, Seraph. She was just visiting when this freak storm came through, been stuck here with use ever since. The hungry boy is one of my workers, Munchi.” Merc sighed as sat in his chair, looking rather tired and stressed. He looked at the other Pokémon with a hint of distaste, but mostly apathy. ”Look, I’m gunna be honest with ya. This ain’t no normal storm. I’ve worked these fields for an odd ten years or so, been in my fair share of tornadoes and hurricanes, but they don’t last this long and this badly. Especially not at this time of year!”

The kirlia, Seraph, nodded as she took a Calendar off the wall. ”Mr. Merc, why don’t you just rest for now? I’ll take care of the children for now. I already made some soup too.” Merc grumbled but complied, standing up to go get something to eat. He finished his food quickly and then went into another room, and barely a few seconds after he was snoring. Meanwhile Seraph turned to the others, laying out some cushions for everyone to sit around the fire place. ”Please forgive his attitude, he’s actually a very nice man. But this storm has caused a lot of damage to his farm, and three days ago his wife went to go get help but hasn’t come back since. Between trying to save his farm, fighting off the others who try and steal our crops, and worrying his his wife, he’s under a lot of stress.”

Seraph laid the colander on the floor for everyone to see. Noticeably, it looked somewhat crude, like it was handmade instead of machine pressed, and there weren’t any names for months. It was simple labeled “Autumn Third Quarter” and the days were labeled one to twenty-eight (1-28) instead of the former humans 30-31. There were also notes and small marks in the boxes for each day. ”About sixteen days ago I came here to visit Honey and collect some berries for my family. I was only suppose to stay for three days but when the storm came I thought I should stay and wait it out. But that wasn’t a good idea.”

Then the kirlia pointed to a box a two days later labeled “flash flood”. ”Two days of constant rain and suddenly the fields were flooded. So much water came down that it actually tore out many of the berry bushes that were planted, flooding the fields and ruining their crops. I know you’re young so I won’t make it complicated, but berries can’t grow under water. Mr. Merc and Munchi have done as much as they can to clear the flood waters, but this constant rain just keeps filling up the fields. Not to mention the others who come and steal.”

Seraph points to another day almost a week after the flash flood day. This one is labeled thieves. ”A lot of desperate Pokémon displaced by the storm came and tried to steal from us. At first they were just picking at the scraps out in the fields, but then they tried to break into the house and the barn. Merc and his wife, Mimi, as well as me and Munchi, fought back when we could. Thought that was the end of it. But I guess since we never let those thieves in, they think we have a lot of food left. But we don’t, not enough for all of them.”

If the others looked towards Munchi, he was cradling the large rock in his arms. It wasn’t like the type of rock you’d find on the ground; it was huge, smoothly carved, and now that they could see it closer and with better light, had some old bloodstains in it. ”It gets worse. It’s been nothing g but one disaster after another. Thunder storms end up causing the barn to burn down, or at least start a fire from inside of the barn, and we barely managed to get our seeds and tools out. We lost a lot of supplies when that happened. That didn’t stop the thieves either as they just started to attack the house, but fortunately we still are able to beat them back. At least, until the ghosts showed up.” Seraph flipped the calendar a few pages and showed a familiar image to the party: monochrome Pokémon with red eyes.

”They looked like the sort of Pokémon you’d see around here, but they were grey looking with glowing red eyes. They didn’t speak or make any demands when they showed up, they just attacked. Merc was really helpful in fighting them, but we knew something was really wrong now. An unstoppable storm, regular Pokémon turning into ghosts, and all the flooding was just getting too much for us to handle. Ms. Mimi, the fastest out of all of us, volunteered to go see Lord Rero, who owns these lands. He’s a nice man who also helped build the farm and a lot of other things around here, and strong to boot. We hoped maybe he could help or was working on some way to help, but we never heard back from Ms. Mimi or Lord Rero.”

Seraph sighed, as if all of the talking had been exhausting. Honey, who had left, cane in carrying a large pot and balancing a few bowls on top. There were also spoons in the bowl. ”Um... I know daddy said get your own food, but momma, she wouldn’t like it if we didn’t feed our guests. It’s not much but I hope you like it!” Honey distributed the soup, giving everyone a bowlful. No one had more than any other, not even Munchi who quickly finished his in one gulp. Honey snuggled up near Seraph, using the lithe and thin Pokémon as a sort of barrier between the others. Seraph patted Honey’s Head.

”Anyways if you want food, I guess after you all rest we can try to go look in the forest. Berries won’t grow in these conditions, but mushrooms could. And... If we have to... Maybe we could do some hunting too.”
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