PlatinumSkink

Pokémon: Start

@Project Well. On your end, the world hasn't even moved. This post remains exactly as it was left.

For the rest, eh, it's moved a bit. No world-changing events have happened. Don't worry. You haven't missed a meteor strike or anything like that. Haha.

Pokémon: Start

@Rune_Alchemist I'll say 200 P for a common ribbon, 300 P for a just a bit more distinct and special than a common ribbon, 400 P for a really nice ribbon that'll look really cute/beautiful/whatever-feeling-you-want-to-convey. Heh.

@Joshua Tamashii Nicely posted. Yay, I finally get to describe what the Move Changer can do! I was like "I place him in Highhill, then everyone should be able to encounter him because I figure they'll want to make use of him", then the majority went east instead of north, one flew straight past him, and the those who actually passed through Highhill seemed intent on not even checking what he was about. Even now, I only get to describe it because I just inserted him into the scene as an excuse as to why Jacques was here. XD

Anyways, yupp.

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... There we go. Phew. I feel calmer now.

I might need to add a little to Rosaline's personality section. Hah.

Of course, that was rather long, so if anyone interrupts her at any point, tell me and I can cut the post there. Hah.

Edit: "She’d let the wall by Iron Fist vanish, giving him a slight apologetic look" that I suddenly realize that he can't see, because she's wearing a helmet that covers it. ... Hah.

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^Knight

Rosaline Buckner
Battle in Dorchester

Seeing how nobody had spoken and they stood still, Knight continued.

‘Now, where was I? Right. Fuck you.’ She glared at Sickle-Cell.

‘You don’t get to claim we’re unheroic, that we don’t act. My team’s here to defend what we can, right now. We’re all the Protectorate could spare right now, and we STILL went to try to apprehend as many of the thugs as we could in this extremely dangerous situation. We were sent to just precisely clean up part of that exact filth you’re talking about, through legal apprehensions and then letting the judge and jury sort them out with justice. The filth that you just brutally murdered, denying them any and all chances of being properly judged. Your ”justice” is unjust in nature, judging all criminals the same! There are reasons why we don’t, tolerate, killing!’ Her voice held deep hostility, along with the anger at what he had just caused her.

‘My decision to let you walk stems entirely from concern for the Wards under my charge. You said it yourself, we’re not equipped to confidently deal with you at this moment. Given the choice, I am not willing to wager their lives for the possibility that we might be able to take out a threat like yourself. I’d rather see them live and be able to help the city for many days to come, making the city a better place in the long-term. You don’t get to judge us, you don’t get to strip our titles as heroes. We’re just trying to stay alive, damn it, while also doing some good to the world. Besides, I’d rather see them risking their lives against actual villains rather than misguided vigilantes.’ She spoke this next part in a slightly more relaxed tone, but still bleeding with hostility.

‘So no. We’re not going to fight you. You’re too pitiful to waste our lives on, if you think we actually take into account the wealth of the people we’re trying to defend. I’m thankful for every life you’ve actually managed to save, but for the love of all, stop targeting the Protectorate or the PRT, we’re trying to help. Stop killing when you do your justice, and I might actually start respecting you. But right now, I can but see you as a feeble-minded psycho who uses the word “justice” for self-gratification when he’s really just a common murderer going after what he views as “acceptable targets”. Fighting you at this point would only serve to validate your miserable existence in your eyes.’ She said, glaring at him.

‘Gestalt. Septima. Anomaly. Let’s go see if there’s anyone we can actually help, or otherwise arrest. Not that this depressing man isn’t desperately in need of help, we’re just not suited for providing it.’ She said, and then dashed for wherever looked like people might need her. If there still was any fighting (except for Maryland/Vegas) or gang-members around, she’d go for them. Otherwise, she’d go see if there were any injured she could attempt helping. If the path happened to take her close to Sickle-Cell, so be it, she’d just dash past him. She’d let the wall by Iron Fist vanish, giving him a slight apologetic look, but headed on. She’d completely ignore Sickle-Cell, UNLESS he started moving to hurt again.

immediately concerned: @Sickle-cell@Banana@POOHEAD189
locally concerned: @DracoLunaris@Kiddo@knifeman

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... Eh. Fine. Knight has a lot more to say, which I typed out right after I saw Sickle's first speech, so if nobody does anything else I have a whole another post ready of Knight's intended speech which I could just double-post with right now. XD

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^Knight

Rosaline Buckner
Battle in Dorchester

To Knight’s surprise, Sickle-Cell replied with a speech, the first words in particular startling her. Then the speech… infuriated her, and she clutched her sword harder as she glared at him.

‘Fuck you.’ Maybe not the most mature of first lines, but his supposed personal justice and messed up reasoning to her supposed hypocrisy pissed her off. She held her sword ready as she spoke, her mind working on her reply… and on another thing at the same time.

‘You don’t get to claim we’re-’ Then she realized she was seeing someone dash at Sickle-Cell from a nearby alley. It was with a mixture of anger, regret and sheer annoyance that she let go of her sword with one hand and swung the hand to hold in his direction.

‘STOP THAT!’ She shouted as a wall of air froze in time into a blue barrier in front of Iron Fist, two meters wide and high but very thin, yet unmovable. ‘I appreciate what you’re doing and all, but I just decided not to fight this man for the safety of my team! Now stay put and let me talk!’ She paused a moment to make sure everyone understood what she wanted. Assuming nobody talked or did anything else the next one and a half seconds, she’d continue talking.

immediately concerned: @Sickle-cell@Banana@POOHEAD189
locally concerned: @DracoLunaris@Kiddo@knifeman

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@Sickle-cell ... What's the difference between "responding to the provocation" and "acting"? Which is what action, in between responding to Sickle-Cell's words and responding to Iron Fist's attack? And what do you mean with that I can do one before the other, when it comes to the contents of my post? I'm a little confused as to what you mean?

Pokémon: Start

@Rune_Alchemist I was thinking you tell me in OOC/PM what you're interested in and I'll give you a price in return. I expect it to be anything from 200 for the cheap things, like small ribbons, to up to 2000 for the bigger and weirder things. Clothings will probably be somewhere in between. Now, clothing actually already has price-tags... ... ... *actually reads the prices* ... Yeah, no, if there's anything in the list that costs over 10,000, assume I'm going to lower the price to something more reasonable when you ask about it. If nothing else, make up clothing as you want it and I'll put prices on it. Yikes. Hah. Anyways.

@Eklispe Alright, onto Route 5. That should be easier, allow me to just check... Okay, Deerlings don't learn grass-type moves in forever, Wooper's relatively safe. Heh. Nicely posted, let's see if I can have a response soon enough.

@Pikmin Eye Alright, nicely posted. Alright, let me info-dump you fairly soon, then. Teh-heh.

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I have a post already written, but I don't want to post it until I know if Anomaly's going to do anything. She's in this scene too, after all. So, yeah. @Banana

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@POOHEAD189 Understood. Heh. And, it'll be a new shield. Unless you're saying Knight won't notice you. She's going to be in the middle of a speech of her own, and somewhat pissed. Heh.