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Current GM of World of Light. When it comes to writing, there's nothing I love more than imagination, engagement, and commitment. I'm always open to talk, suggestion, criticism, and collaboration. While I try to be as obliging, helpful, and courteous as possible, I have very little sympathy for ghosts, and anyone who'd like to string me along. Straightforwardness is all I ask for.
Looking for more personal details? I'm just some dude from the American south; software development is my job but games, writing, and trying to help others enjoy life are my passions. Been RPing for over a decade, starting waaaay back with humble beginnings on the Spore forum, so I know a thing or two, though I won't pretend to be an expert. If you're down for some fun, let's make something spectacular together.
Looking for more personal details? I'm just some dude from the American south; software development is my job but games, writing, and trying to help others enjoy life are my passions. Been RPing for over a decade, starting waaaay back with humble beginnings on the Spore forum, so I know a thing or two, though I won't pretend to be an expert. If you're down for some fun, let's make something spectacular together.
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Could it really be that this many Pokemon existed in Central City all this time? Nearly every minute of the hour Olivie spent prowling the city found her asking herself that question again. Everywhere she looked, whether up or down, in an ally or on the street, she discovered all sorts of critters. Pidoves dominated the city's skyspace, but other birds sat on posts, signs, and sidewalk trees as well. When Olivie spotted a bizarre pink thing nestled in the crook of a streetside oak, she did a double take before pulling out her Pokedex. “Hoppip, the Cottonweed Pokemon,” it dutifully informed her, not at all alleviating the grimace on her face. “This Pokémon drifts and floats with the wind. If it senses the approach of strong winds, Hoppip links its leaves with other Hoppip to prepare against being blown away.” Not once did it mentioned why the thing looked so stupid. After glaring for a few more moments at the oblivious little beast to make sure it knew its place, Olivie continued on her way.
The end of this exploratory hour, however, brought with it a new problem. As it was wont to do, her back began to ache. It began as a totally forgettable sensation but progressed into the territory of irritation before too long. Reaching behind with her unsleeved right arm to try and rub between her shoulderblades, Olivie found herself looking at the sky. A hint of evening permeated the heavens. ”Have I really just been wandering around this whole time? I shoulda been out of town thirty minutes ago.” Her eyes fell on the river, along which she'd been more or less making her path, and they followed its course northward. With a little surprise she realized that the informal edge of Central City lay only a hundred meters or so ahead. ”Oh. Lucky break, I guess. This ache's a real pain in the ass, though...” She took a quick look around and saw nobody. Sighing, Olivie leaned forward onto the riverside railing to rest. Her bust lay atop the metal, relieving momentarily the weight always straining her back. As a breeze from the north rustled her hair, she stared at the light playing across the river water. Beneath the surface, one of the ugly squirts she'd found out were called Feebas stared back at her. Odd that this normally social fish would be alone when the river seemed chock-full of the miserable things. Perhaps it, too enjoyed a moment out of the public eye to rest. The thought brought a small, secret smile to Olivie's face. In that instant she did not at all suit the image of the no-nonsense, thickheaded thug she strove to cultivate.
“H-hello?”
Just like that, the private moment of tranquility shattered. The sudden voice scared Olivie badly, but when she whirled around, her face was a mask of rage. The very sight of it caused the voice's owner to flinch visibly. Plainly he'd been meaning to say something else, but for the moment he'd been stunned into silence. Feeling as though she recognized him, Olivie narrowed her eyes. As far as she could tell, he'd been a schoolmate of hers throughout highschool. He'd been in a disproportionate number of her classes, but he'd never spoken to her. This came as no surprise; he fit the bill of a nerdy introvert. Sporting large, rectangular glasses with black rims, a thin physique, wavy platinum blonde hair, a green button-up shirt, black track pants with a green stripes, a triangular backpack, and a wool beanie, he did not exactly stand out. ”Hell's your problem?” Olivie demanded, eyes aflame. ”Sneaking up on someone like that is just asking for a sock in the jaw!”
Clearly distressed, the boy took a step back, his hands held up placatingly. “I'm...I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! It's just, I, I, thought I'd, um, tell you something. Just happened to, to see you, and something crossed my mind. I've actually, uh, known for a while, but I never got the...got the chance to let you know. You know?”
”Hmph.” Olivie wore a scowl, but on the inside, she was giggling. He's so awkward! Like a puppy caught tearing up toilet paper or something. Crossing her arms beneath her chest again as a shelf to ward away a resurgence of pain, she told him, ”Well, I'm waiting. Spit it out already!”
A glimmer of hope appeared behind those spectacles. Though still seeming a little shaken by Olivie's manner, the boy worked up the courage to say, ”Well, see...gosh, it's so hard to say. I'm sure you get this a lot, but you're like a celebrity. Or were, until a little while ago. People, um.” He withered slightly under Olivie's gaze, which told him to get to the point. ”People are drawn to you, you know? But I always felt bad for you. So many people wanted the glamour of being your friend that they pretty much just used you without caring about how you felt. At least, that's how I saw it. I never knew why you kept just letting them. The kids who didn't want to cozy up to you for some reason or another would always say mean things about you to make themselves look better, but you never stood up for yourself. Then, last year, you started acting different and everybody left you alone. I figured you were tired of people walking all over you. I totally respect you for that. Actually, I've always...um, respected you.” He took a deep breath. ”What I'm trying to say is...I have my own issues, but seeing you is like seeing sunshine after a rainy day. It inspired me to stand up for myself, too. I don't expect that you'd think twice about me, but all the same, if I never see you again, I thought...I thought I'd let you k-know. No matter what, I think you're a cool person, and I like you.”
A quiet moment passed. A pin dropping could be heard while the boy nervously withstood the girl's scowl. Finally, Olivie manifested a look equal parts derisive and incredulous. ”Hmmmm?” The word hung in the air. Olivie put a hand to her ear in grandiose fashion, as if to better hear him and decipher what he said. ”Like me? Respect me? Sunshine? What's with all that crap? You're dumber than the broad side of a barn if you think you're bein' cool. Listen, kid. I beat the snot out of people that annoy me. You lookin' for a quick trip to the hospital?” She cracked her knuckles, though unfortunately no sound came out. Lame...
”No! Uh, heheh.” Rubbing the back of his head, the boy gave a short, anxious laugh. At the same time, though he seemed oddly relieved. In his head, a dreaded question had, for better or worse, been answered. ”I thought as much, anyway. I'll leave you alone, I promise. Just thought I'd tell you how I felt.” He took another step back and started to turn around, pausing only for a second halfway. ”...See ya.”
Olivie watched him go, wearing an amusing expression. Before he disappeared behind a building, she cleared her throat and called, ”Hey, you! What's your name? I wanna think of something to call you.”
The boy froze, then looked over his shoulder with a barely-restrained look of hope, not daring to believe. ”Oh. Sure. My name's Bernard.”
His response earned a guffaw of laughter. Grinning viciously, Olivie said, ”Perfect! In that case, I'm callin' you 'Barnie'! I'm goin' to become a Pokemon trainer, you know. If you've got Pokemon, I wanna wipe the floor with your dumbass next time we meet, Barnie! Now, scram!” The next moment Bernard was gone, but unbeknownst to either of them, both nineteen-year-olds had small smiles on their faces. Looking over the riverside railing, Olivie found that the Feebas hadn't moved. ”That kid. What a dork,” she told it, and watched it burble in response. Then she continued on her way, and in only a few moments later stepped out of Central City onto fresh green grass.
The end of this exploratory hour, however, brought with it a new problem. As it was wont to do, her back began to ache. It began as a totally forgettable sensation but progressed into the territory of irritation before too long. Reaching behind with her unsleeved right arm to try and rub between her shoulderblades, Olivie found herself looking at the sky. A hint of evening permeated the heavens. ”Have I really just been wandering around this whole time? I shoulda been out of town thirty minutes ago.” Her eyes fell on the river, along which she'd been more or less making her path, and they followed its course northward. With a little surprise she realized that the informal edge of Central City lay only a hundred meters or so ahead. ”Oh. Lucky break, I guess. This ache's a real pain in the ass, though...” She took a quick look around and saw nobody. Sighing, Olivie leaned forward onto the riverside railing to rest. Her bust lay atop the metal, relieving momentarily the weight always straining her back. As a breeze from the north rustled her hair, she stared at the light playing across the river water. Beneath the surface, one of the ugly squirts she'd found out were called Feebas stared back at her. Odd that this normally social fish would be alone when the river seemed chock-full of the miserable things. Perhaps it, too enjoyed a moment out of the public eye to rest. The thought brought a small, secret smile to Olivie's face. In that instant she did not at all suit the image of the no-nonsense, thickheaded thug she strove to cultivate.
“H-hello?”
Just like that, the private moment of tranquility shattered. The sudden voice scared Olivie badly, but when she whirled around, her face was a mask of rage. The very sight of it caused the voice's owner to flinch visibly. Plainly he'd been meaning to say something else, but for the moment he'd been stunned into silence. Feeling as though she recognized him, Olivie narrowed her eyes. As far as she could tell, he'd been a schoolmate of hers throughout highschool. He'd been in a disproportionate number of her classes, but he'd never spoken to her. This came as no surprise; he fit the bill of a nerdy introvert. Sporting large, rectangular glasses with black rims, a thin physique, wavy platinum blonde hair, a green button-up shirt, black track pants with a green stripes, a triangular backpack, and a wool beanie, he did not exactly stand out. ”Hell's your problem?” Olivie demanded, eyes aflame. ”Sneaking up on someone like that is just asking for a sock in the jaw!”
Clearly distressed, the boy took a step back, his hands held up placatingly. “I'm...I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! It's just, I, I, thought I'd, um, tell you something. Just happened to, to see you, and something crossed my mind. I've actually, uh, known for a while, but I never got the...got the chance to let you know. You know?”
”Hmph.” Olivie wore a scowl, but on the inside, she was giggling. He's so awkward! Like a puppy caught tearing up toilet paper or something. Crossing her arms beneath her chest again as a shelf to ward away a resurgence of pain, she told him, ”Well, I'm waiting. Spit it out already!”
A glimmer of hope appeared behind those spectacles. Though still seeming a little shaken by Olivie's manner, the boy worked up the courage to say, ”Well, see...gosh, it's so hard to say. I'm sure you get this a lot, but you're like a celebrity. Or were, until a little while ago. People, um.” He withered slightly under Olivie's gaze, which told him to get to the point. ”People are drawn to you, you know? But I always felt bad for you. So many people wanted the glamour of being your friend that they pretty much just used you without caring about how you felt. At least, that's how I saw it. I never knew why you kept just letting them. The kids who didn't want to cozy up to you for some reason or another would always say mean things about you to make themselves look better, but you never stood up for yourself. Then, last year, you started acting different and everybody left you alone. I figured you were tired of people walking all over you. I totally respect you for that. Actually, I've always...um, respected you.” He took a deep breath. ”What I'm trying to say is...I have my own issues, but seeing you is like seeing sunshine after a rainy day. It inspired me to stand up for myself, too. I don't expect that you'd think twice about me, but all the same, if I never see you again, I thought...I thought I'd let you k-know. No matter what, I think you're a cool person, and I like you.”
A quiet moment passed. A pin dropping could be heard while the boy nervously withstood the girl's scowl. Finally, Olivie manifested a look equal parts derisive and incredulous. ”Hmmmm?” The word hung in the air. Olivie put a hand to her ear in grandiose fashion, as if to better hear him and decipher what he said. ”Like me? Respect me? Sunshine? What's with all that crap? You're dumber than the broad side of a barn if you think you're bein' cool. Listen, kid. I beat the snot out of people that annoy me. You lookin' for a quick trip to the hospital?” She cracked her knuckles, though unfortunately no sound came out. Lame...
”No! Uh, heheh.” Rubbing the back of his head, the boy gave a short, anxious laugh. At the same time, though he seemed oddly relieved. In his head, a dreaded question had, for better or worse, been answered. ”I thought as much, anyway. I'll leave you alone, I promise. Just thought I'd tell you how I felt.” He took another step back and started to turn around, pausing only for a second halfway. ”...See ya.”
Olivie watched him go, wearing an amusing expression. Before he disappeared behind a building, she cleared her throat and called, ”Hey, you! What's your name? I wanna think of something to call you.”
The boy froze, then looked over his shoulder with a barely-restrained look of hope, not daring to believe. ”Oh. Sure. My name's Bernard.”
His response earned a guffaw of laughter. Grinning viciously, Olivie said, ”Perfect! In that case, I'm callin' you 'Barnie'! I'm goin' to become a Pokemon trainer, you know. If you've got Pokemon, I wanna wipe the floor with your dumbass next time we meet, Barnie! Now, scram!” The next moment Bernard was gone, but unbeknownst to either of them, both nineteen-year-olds had small smiles on their faces. Looking over the riverside railing, Olivie found that the Feebas hadn't moved. ”That kid. What a dork,” she told it, and watched it burble in response. Then she continued on her way, and in only a few moments later stepped out of Central City onto fresh green grass.
Having left the public far behind and grown thrillingly close to the scene place where they would do battle, the Wards drew to a halt. Sonar, having stood straight up, came up a few inches short compared to several of his comrades, but the leaderlike imperiousness that filled him bid the others listen and listen well. The strategic atmosphere of commanders arrayed around a map in the war tent settled over the group, and the Margrave could not help but to don an assured grin that outmatched even his leader's. Putting his arms up behind his head with his elbows pointing upward, in the manner of someone reclining on a grassy knoll, the Margrave absorbed the plan of attack. He did not quaver in the slightest when Sonar delivered his orders. When he received from his leader a pointed look, Margrave took it to mean to pay special attention to his final ordinance: to protect Messiah from harm. A smirk took over his features. ”Child's play. My ally need know no fear.”
The instant Martyr opened his mouth, the Margrave got that sinking feeling once again—that he would find no camaraderie in the coming few moments. Following in the footsteps of so many before him, the blithering ignoramus completely misunderstood the Margrave's power, and, adding to his list of unforgivable offenses, slapped the label of uselessness on every single one of the Striker's previous endeavors. As much as he knew how little the Wards' leader would like it, this insult could not go unchallenged. ”It must be liberating to be you; unbound by the burden of memory.” Luckily, Epsilon was on hand to remind Martyr of the Margrave's capabilities, though he scowled to hear the words can't even issue from her lips. Nevermind...he'd show them. He'd show them all. Rounding on Sonar, he advised, ”Even now the criminal scum is at work. For the sake of duty, we should not delay.”
So, guard duty at one end of the tunnel. If things went south, a majority if not the entirety of the enemy force could attack at once. Already the Margrave's mind raced to think of countermeasures, and like a hungry kid wanting to get fruit from a tree given a stick, he had just the thing. Another one of his pockets held exactly what he needed to deter a headlong charge and mire the opposition long enough to chew them up and spit them out. Why even bother with Messiah when the Margrave could serve as both offense and defense at the same time? He longed to know. Alas, the mystery of his hyper-competence would not be solved this day.
The instant Martyr opened his mouth, the Margrave got that sinking feeling once again—that he would find no camaraderie in the coming few moments. Following in the footsteps of so many before him, the blithering ignoramus completely misunderstood the Margrave's power, and, adding to his list of unforgivable offenses, slapped the label of uselessness on every single one of the Striker's previous endeavors. As much as he knew how little the Wards' leader would like it, this insult could not go unchallenged. ”It must be liberating to be you; unbound by the burden of memory.” Luckily, Epsilon was on hand to remind Martyr of the Margrave's capabilities, though he scowled to hear the words can't even issue from her lips. Nevermind...he'd show them. He'd show them all. Rounding on Sonar, he advised, ”Even now the criminal scum is at work. For the sake of duty, we should not delay.”
So, guard duty at one end of the tunnel. If things went south, a majority if not the entirety of the enemy force could attack at once. Already the Margrave's mind raced to think of countermeasures, and like a hungry kid wanting to get fruit from a tree given a stick, he had just the thing. Another one of his pockets held exactly what he needed to deter a headlong charge and mire the opposition long enough to chew them up and spit them out. Why even bother with Messiah when the Margrave could serve as both offense and defense at the same time? He longed to know. Alas, the mystery of his hyper-competence would not be solved this day.
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Sofia's dad.
I was waiting for him.
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The issue with the statement in your first paragraph here Lug is that all the guilds have gone out of their way to AVOID collateral damage. Sure it happened when the demon attacked that city, but that was so much Phoenix Wing's fault as unavoidable.
All of them? That's not the impression I got.
So you know, @The Wild West, of all the guilds to be carefree and irresponsible, Frenzy Plant is not one of them. Its leadership deplores the kind of property damage and other similar infractions committed by less disciplinary guilds all too often. The soldiers, under orders to make as little ruckus as possible, would have been acting as professionally as possible. Granted, this isn't a catch-all, but your first paragraph would give anyone the impression that Frenzy Plant were just as lackadaisical and boisterous as Fairy Tail.
I hope you don't take this smidgen of constructive criticism too hard. I figure that now would be the best time to learn these little details, is all.
I hope you don't take this smidgen of constructive criticism too hard. I figure that now would be the best time to learn these little details, is all.
@Lugubrious
Just a quick question, is the Graveyard located somewhere inside of the town of Belka, or in the outskirts?
It is within the town walls.
@Lugubrious
Silly question but how recommended would it be for Ash to run up and punch this thing using her holy flames? XD Like I reckon the holy flames would do some damage, but not too sure on how much.
Sounds fine to me.
I don't think I can state enough how excited I am for this RP. It certainly seems like we have a good group of players. I've been itching for a Pokemon RP that sticks around.
@Lugubrious Yeah that makes sense. I'm starting to think it might be better just to change the weapon to fire rockets instead and just drop the whole aura using thing. The rockets obviously would just be your standard rockets for a rocket launcher. On the plus side to that she could use dust infused rockets in certain situations.
How much would it cost to switch to more conventional ammo?
For what you describes, I think that a minor armory upgrade would be permissible.
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