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6 mos ago
Current bro wtf
7 yrs ago
Merry Christmas boyos, don't forget to, like, be a good person and stuff. Also start thinkin of a new years resolution you'll actually go through with.
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8 yrs ago
Status update: staying up all n8ght fuckin sucks and procrastination is a vile temptress.
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9 yrs ago
4 months into this hole 'being a responsible adult thing' and I've come to a conclusion: It sucks and I want to go back to the days where I didn't have to plan out my game time.
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9 yrs ago
Was supposed to be productive tonight. . . will try to be productive in the morning
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@Feisty-Pants@Holy SoldierQuestion, can me and Feisty split the Npc control, since we both recruited one, do we have to choose one and only one to join our team, or do I have to control all the NPC Pokemon we have?

Also, Feisty. . . Why must you continue to torture Jaden. This RP doesn't need a 'beach episode'

@CaitsHey, since our Pokemon are going to be on the same team, I've a question: Do you think they'll get along?
@TalijaKeyPls stahp.

Also, which name is for Noibat?

Edit: Nevermind, I see. I like it, but do no that I've had a plan in mind for the nickname thing for sometime. *insert evil chuckling here*

@Holy SoldierNo, I guess I was just crap at Copy and Paste. Will fix and update when I can.
Update: probably won't be able to get to a post until tomorrow night. Just thought I'd let you know.
Jaden is just too nice for his own good. He can't help but feel bad for all of the enemy pokemon, even the Boufflant who was all the way for it. Also, while I didn't right it out, he's proud of Vix right now for her kindness towards the Marill.
Jaden Locke: Route 1


Victory!

Jaden didn't respond to the Boufflant's words, but he did move out of the way(with Alexis' help) after giving a nod to the Nidoran. He had tried his best, but the smaller pokemon was right. They fought for a living, and if they were willing to fight with him, he wouldn't stop them. He still couldn't help but feel a bit downhearted that his words didn't sway his foe's pokemon, but he couldn't dwell on it for now.

"I think a mixture of both would be the most apt description." Jaden smiled at the ghost specialist, glad for the support. He ignored the Boufflant's trainer as he tried to formulate a good plan of attack for the two pokemon before him when he heard a rather loud shriek coming from one of the other fights. Turning his attention to it, he saw the Skorupi laying on the ground in pain, head set alight by Vix's attack. To see the girl in such a state, and knowing it was because of his command, filled him with no small amount of guilt. However, the callous words and actions of the thug commanded her made Jaden see red for a moment, his body shaking as he struggle to keep himself from running at that thug as well. Instead, he was thinking about having Vix give the thug a similar treatment and see how he liked it

Luckily for the thug, however, a loud roar tore through the air as a police officer appeared on the back of an Arcanine in his beast form. At the sight of the authority figure, the opposition quickly fled without any care for the pokemon they had stolen, leaving them shocked and flabbergasted. The Boufflant, in particular, seemed to be very much angered as those he had just called strong ran away with their tails between their legs at the first sign of real trouble. As things calmed down, it seemed that the only pokemon to be reunited with their partner was Nidoran. The others were alone, and according to the officer, were likely to stay that way. With no one left to fight and no reason left to appear tougher than he was, Jaden took this moment to walk slowly to a nearby tree and ease his way to the ground. As the officer addressed him, he gave a nod as Alexis gave them the run down of what happened.

"A check-up would be greatly appreciated, as well as a bandage for my head. It's probably not as bad as it looks or feels, to be honest, but 'better safe than sorry' and all that." Jaden simply watched everyone else for a moment, noticing that Vix was currently trying to recruit the Marill to their team, and that Alexis' was doing the same with the Luvdisc as well. Taking a few moments to think on somethings, Jaden picked himself back up and walked over to his backpack. After a few moments, he pulled out one of the potions the Professor had given him, hesitating slightly with a gaze to Vix. The bite mark on her neck seemed faint at best, and since she didn't seem to be in any pain, she wasn't likely to be poisoned. This in mind, he nodded his head before walking over to where the Skorupi lay, taking a knee as he raised his arms to show he meant no harm.

"Uh, hello. I kinda feel bad about having to fight you, given the circumstances and everything so I'd like to help you, if you wouldn't mind." If the poison-type allowed him, he'd spray the areas where she'd been hurt with the potion, which should hopefully help heal up all of the damage. Thinking back to what the officer had said, as well as how this pokemon had acted before, he couldn't help but feel bad for her. He doubted that this experience would do anything to make the outlook she had on life change. So as he finished treating her wounds, he began to offer his own proposition."Hey, I'm always looking for new friends to come with me on my journey, so if you don't think your partner would come back like the officer said, you'd be free to come with me if you want? Oh, and the name's Jaden by the way, Jaden Locke. You can take sometime to think about it if you want to, and I could understand if you don't. It's your life, so do whatever you think is good for you.

After he was done taking care of the Skorupi, he'd walk over to the girl flapping not to far away, quickly asking her if she was okay or not. Do you need water or something? Can you stand? If not, I think I could maybe manage carrying you, though you'd have to be a lot more still than you are right now.

And so Jaden would continue to talk to, and fret over, the stolen pokemon, including the Boufflant. He'd get slight headaches from all this movement, as well as needing to sit down and rest from time to time. However, as the adrenaline began to wear off more and more, he finally laid down near Vix, having only one thing to say after everything was said and done. "Vix, do you think that it'd be possible to put me in a pokeball, cause I really, really don't want to walk anymore."

He'd let out a sigh, but would still work up the energy to get onto to his elbows and greet the Marill girl, giving a wave and a smile as he introduced himself, let her know that she was welcome with them if she so pleased, then promptly laid back down as his head started to hurt again, a low groan emanating from him.




Noibat

We're being followed.

As they began to make it to the point where the ambush would happen, Noibat heard the sound of footsteps somewhere behind them. Footsteps that were moving towards them only every so often, a sure sign of a tail. The only sign of this would be how her large ears would twitch ever so slightly, positioning themselves in a way to best hear the sources, but the action was quickly hidden as she begant o scratch at them, face scrunched up in discomfort. "Ugh, my ears keep on itching, btu I can't scratch them and it's getting annoying. Stupid nurse with her stupid advice." despite her words, a hand did go up to scratch at the base of one of her ears.

These were signals to Z, pre-determined for a while now so that she could stealthily communicate without giving away their plans. Complaining about her ear itching was a signal that they were being followed, confirmed by her following it up by complaining about the nurse. One hand scratching at the base of her ears was a sign of how many were tailing them, which in this case was one. After he 'reprimended' her for not following the advice, she'd continue to sneak scratches in when she thought her 'trainer', more to sell the bit and take away suspicion from the action then anything else. She also continued to ignore the trainer, not wanting to have to interact with him anymore than she already had. Not to mention the fact that he was pissing her off with his comments.

While he no doubt didn't mean them to be insulting or demeaning, all they did was make Noibat feel like she was somebody's pet or doll, something to be owned at dressed up so that others could gawk at her. She was tempted to just rip the clothes off, throw them in the fuck's face, then proceeded to kick his ass repeatedly until she was satisfied. However, she instead settled for a cold, unfriendly glare in his direction, enough to let the man know that his comments had struck some form of chord.

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"I'd rather not do any more dragging if I can help it, you're already annoyed with me enough as it is. Jaden said with a light chuckle, buttoning back up his shirt while he thoughts turned inward for a moment. "I'll also make note to avoid using lingo of any kind while I'm there. No need to make a bigger fool of myself than I already might be."

Rising from the chair, he picked up his jacket and threw it across his shoulder as he walked towards the kitchen exit, wiping any remains of the cake from his face as he did so. With a short wave towards his charge, he was off into the depths of the city. In the crooked city streets, where shadows lurked at every corner, he felt the pull of dark instincts tugging at his mind. His breath would begin to quicken as tired blue eyes slowly became infected by a crimson taint. He was wonderings soon brought him to an empty alleyway, the grimy floor covered with all forms of trash, debris, and refuse. Huddle in the corner was a homeless man, soundly asleep and smelling strongly of alcohol, drugs, and filth. Yet beneath it all was the faint flavor the electrified the senses, the delectable taste of life roiling within the poor man's soul.

A foul mist began to coalesce around Jaden as he approached the lone figure, the white of his hair darkening to a cold, cruel black. Blue eyes would given into to the demons within, shining a red so brilliant they seemed to glow as he hovered over the sleeping man. Reaching down, he'd grab the man around his throat, the tight grip instantly jarring the man into consciousness. He tried to scream, but all that came out was a soft, gasping hiss as Jaden's fingers came down on his windpipe, squeezing it so tight that barely any air could get through. The man began to struggle as hard as he could, clawing at his own throat in order to try and loosen the devilish grip of the monster before him. All the while, Jaden would look on, his grip never lessening. Then, as if finally growing tired of this pointless resistance, he grabbed his victim's headed and twisted it.

The homeless man struggled no longer, and as the soul within him, a pale white, wisp-like manifestation, began to dissipate, Jaden would stretch his hand out in a beckoning gesture. The shadow's the coiled around his form would stab into the soul, dragging it back to him. With a delicate gentleness, Jaden grasped the soul, stroking it gently as if to console it, before tightening his grip on it. Wriggling and writhing, the soul would frantically try to escape his clutches, but it was no use. As the pressure increased, the soul could no longer take the strain and broke into a hail of tiny white pieces. These were then absorbed by Jaden, drawn into his body as he took a deep shuddering breath.

"Not enough . . . not even close to enough." Rising to his feet, crimson eyes glowing in the darkness of the alley. Darkness and shadow would converge on his form, then become formless as it surged upwards onto the rooftops, making it's way from building to building in search of more prey. A man of around 40 years, happily married with his 3rd child on the way. A teen girl who had snuck out to see her boyfriend that night, despite being grounded. A lonely old woman who stood upon the precipice of life and death at a nearby bridge, uncertain what her life truly meant. These lives were taken that night, silence forever and doomed to never know peace, never to meet their eternal rest. No, all that awaited them now was constant torment until they was nothing left of them. For that was how he now lived, and it is how he must always live, lest the demon that forces him to take these lives rips itself free from his body and feasts upon our world with no restraint.




Jaden would've returned last night as he did sometimes, in a daze, eyes turned into an unseeing void as he went through the motions. The jacket was placed on the hook, clothes were removed and the bedsheets flung open. And there he slept, the calm appearance of his body in heavy contrast to the guilt-ridden hell that was his mind. This was a state encouraged by the demon, but formed by his own actions, and inability to deal with them completely. It wouldn't be until the twilight hour of the following day, when the sun began to go down, that he awoke. Getting up into a sitting position, he rubbed his face, thoughts turning back towards the innocents that he had to kill. But just like always, he pushed these thoughts to the side, not wishing to dwell on such matters.

But he still found it hard to get out of his bed this evening, even though he knew he had to get ready for the party soon. He was just . . . tired. So very, very tired.
@SavoI'll get to it later tonight, on my phone right now.
@liferusherNo problem, we did take fairly long breaks.
@Feisty-PantsJaden:"Don't patronize me! I've had the birds-and-the-bees talk already, I just. . .you know. . . am not entirely comfortable discussing that particular process.
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