SleepingSilence

The RPG Michigang (non MI-ganders are welcome)

My parents sold their lakeside properties, up there late last year. (When the sellers market was at its peak.) But it was close to 'Reading, Michigan', and I was basically the only one that liked going up there in the end.

But now I'm pretty disconnected from that state. (And now, all I have are several kayaks that I'll never use, stuffed in one of my backyard sheds. <.<')

So, I was in the gang for a lot of my adolescence. If that counts for anything.

At least they aren't Ohioans.

But hey, mortgages for homes are pretty cheap. :D

Ban the Person above you

Banned for banning the one questioning my inability to spell simple words. >:I

Pokemon: Farmhand For Hire (Suspended)

Lucario was left speechless at Fifi’s abrupt mood swing, from perky to teary-eyed. Whereas the other two had a more immediate reaction to it. “Oh you poor dear. Was it something I said?” Noctowl murmured with worry, quickly fluttering over to Lucario’s other shoulder, in order to not be so close to Eevee’s face. Before Noctowl suddenly realized that someone else was absent too. “Wait, Shepard. Were you teasing her just now?” She questioned him, with a piercing stare. “And where is the hatchling?” Noctowl added, before Lucario had any hope to defend himself. Only looking a bit stunned in response, as Shepard saw the second door on his right had swiftly opened to reveal a concerned Miltank. Along with a wonderful smell, that came from the same room that she had peered out of.

“Iz someone cryin' out there?” Miltank asked in a softer heartfelt tone, not wanting to disturb whoever was still sleeping inside. A question that prompted the Sceptile to turn around and smile slyly at their Resident Chef. Soon pointing his claws over at the Eevee that was being carried in their leader’s arm.

Wait. No. She referred to herself as- Lucario stammered, as he looked down at Fifi. Please don’t cry. Lucario pleaded, not wanting to keep forcing her to be calmer with his mana. Nor continue to receive the judging and heartbroken expressions of ‘the two big sisters’ of their family.

“Not so good with kids are ya, Shepard?” Sceptile teased, as he proceeded to amble over toward the front door. Casually setting the newspaper on top of a square table in his path, that had a pile of their Master’s unopened mail. “I’ll get Chompy back.” Sceptile offered, giving his leader a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “You can take care of our new guest.” He added. Though Noctowl was quick to chide the Sceptile’s laid-back posturing.

“You should’ve been the one to get the hatchling in the first place. But you were still halfway in bed.” Noctowl hooted, landing on Lucario’s shoulder to point at him with her wing.

You two aren’t helping the situation by squabbling. Lucario urged them calmly, as the pair stopped and looked away from each other.

“Sorry, Shepard.” They replied. As Sceptile headed outside and only managed to take a few steps forward, before noticing an oncoming ball of light that was rising up and over the hill. Turning out to be the hectic Croconaw, holding out the lantern in front of his limited vision. Swiftly running into the Sceptile’s awaiting bushy tail, as he let go of the lantern and latched onto his leg.

“Big green brother!” Croconaw exclaimed in hysterical relief. His flowing tears indistinguishable from the rain itself. Before Sceptile easily lifted both Chompy and the lantern up within his arms.

* * *

Meanwhile, Miltank had carefully approached Fifi, so long as she didn’t upset the little one any further. While Shepherd seemed to understand why Eevee acted so distressed in the first place. Like he was a Mind Reader. I apologize. I didn’t mean to bring up your bad memories. Lucario suggested, as if he was merely guessing. But I need to call you something. So would you tell us your name, dear?

With Noctowl speaking up for the concerned-looking Miltank. “And our chef here has made something scrumptious for you to eat.” She stated, as the Miltank warmly nodded her head.

* * *

“There, there. Bud. I’ve come to the rescue.” Sceptile reassured him in a relaxed tone, as he walked back inside. Feels nice out here. Bet my crops are loving it. The Resident Gardener thought, as he held out Croconaw like a prize to show the others who were still in the foyer. “He’s fine.” Sceptile said, with his claws gently wiping the gator’s tears away.

Bringing smiles of relief to both Lucario and Miltank. Although Noctowl’s glare remained unimpressed. "Small thanks to you." She scoffed.

As Croconaw immediately perked up to the smell of his favorite oatmeal and vegetable soup. Practically leaping from Sceptile’s claws and raising his stubby arms in the air. “Food!” He squealed excitedly, to Noctowl’s prompt shushing. “Thanks big sis.” Croconaw thanked Miltank in a lower volume, as he waddled off toward the kitchen’s door.

“So…can I go back to sleep now?” Sceptile interrupted, with a sleepy smile directed at Noctowl. Who predictably huffed and puffed out her chest in displeasure.

Before Shepard bowed his head and addressed the adults. I’m truly grateful for the three of you, for staying up on your time off. Lucario said. But I insist that you all try to get some more rest tonight. I’ll watch over the children and send them to bed.

Post a random fact about yourself.

I might humor people a little too much, and a little too long.

Ban the Person above you

Bad for starving me. :C

Pokemon: Farmhand For Hire (Suspended)

Shepard’s coat kept Fifi protected from the ongoing storm. Not that her short-lived protests seemed to realize it, before they came to a sudden stop. Relax princess. Lucario responded in a gentle tone, as he was able to cradle the Eevee comfortably in one arm. Despite all her squirming—it was likely to invoke feelings of being pampered by a parental figure. Our home is warm, and my family are the kindest bunch you’ll ever meet. Lucario assured her, as he reached out to pull open the door. Soon proving the first true, once he stepped inside and the Eevee was then greeted by a brightly-lit foyer. With its cozy warmth becoming apparent, shortly after he shut the door behind him. Making it easier for Fifi to relax—if it wasn’t for Lucario’s latter statement coming into immediate question.

Whereas Eevee could gaze at any of the eclectic art pieces and other rustic furnishings that adorned this long spacious hallway. Ones far more quaint than her past life would be used to. Or let one’s curiosity run wild, at the numerous closed-off doors and distant stairwell in her sights. It was all still unmistakably human in design. Sharing a similar level of pristine neatness that royal families tended to uphold for social standings. But even the thought of humans being within the vicinity, wasn’t enough to distract Fifi from what she would be witnessing.

“And-when-the-hatch-ling-gets-back-you’ll-tell-him-that-you’re-sorry.” She hooted.

A visibly perturbed Noctowl fluttering above a tired Sceptile. Not that he appeared to be affected by the lady’s scolding. With her talon holding onto a rolled-up newspaper, and repeatedly smacking the unflinching leaf pokemon’s head and shoulders with it. Even if it wasn’t very hard, or meant to hurt the Sceptile at all. Shepard was quick to alert the two of his arrival. Ahem. I didn’t think this would still be going on... Lucario uttered aloud in their heads.

Making the Noctowl drop her newspaper and correct course fast, as the Sceptile let out a weary sigh. Likely both giving Fifi a warmer welcome than she first expected. With Sceptile sounding a lot more casual than how Lucario spoke, as he gave off the impression of being friendly and laid-back. Opposed to how intense and nosy Noctowl became, as she flew up to Shepard.

“Sorry miss. We didn’t mean to startle you.” Sceptile apologized, as he rubbed underneath his eyes and bent over to pick up the paper discarded on the hardwood floor.

“Oh my! You poor dear. You're soaked to the bone! What happened? Were you injured?” Noctowl asked in a motherly tone, with Shepard looking down at Fifi. Using his ability to calm her again, if it proved to be necessary.

The princess will be fine, once she’s eaten something and gotten her rest. Lucario said to all of them. Prompting the pair to tilt their heads in opposite directions, as Fifi finally had time to speak up.

Pokemon: Farmhand For Hire (Suspended)

Croconaw wasn’t much better at keeping himself from bouncing off the walls. When their leader effortlessly took off his raincoat and approached the freezing Fifi. “Shepard! Shepard! What are we going to do?!” The gator blurted out in growing concern. “Should I-should we start a fire? Or-or…” Croconaw asked, as he nervously pointed to himself, and then toward the nearest dry hay pile.

High heat will only shock her body, and cause more damage. Lucario corrected the nervous child, while he proceeded to scoop her off the ground. Soon cradling the cold eevee, like a small child in his sturdy arms. Trust me, princess. We’re both friendly. And you’ll be safer with us. Lucario assured her in a soothing tone. Using an even quieter voice, to make it less abrasive to the Eevee, since she wasn’t used to his telepathy yet.

As Lucario attentively wrapped her up within a soft and protective inner-layer of his clothing. Surely, feeling good enough to be cocooned inside, that Fifi wouldn’t care about how embarrassing it might’ve been. With Lucario looking down to see Croconaw’s downcast expression, as the child wore his guilt for not being able to help this stranger in need. A sign of the hatchling’s big heart, that made Lucario smile. You did the right thing with that wool blanket. He said, getting the upset Croconaw to look back up at him.

And she’d still be in here alone, if it wasn’t for you. Lucario reminded him, before he turned around to face the windblown barn doors. Close your eyes and relax, young princess. Lucario reassured Fifi, before dashing back through the thunderstorm and toward the house with ‘Extreme Speed’. As he would reach their front door in a matter of seconds. Trusting that Croconaw was mature enough to return on his own. Since he had already casted ‘Protect’ on the young hatchling with his previous wave.

Just to be safe, of course.

It was his job, after all…

* * *

Leaving the Croconaw to blink and start to grin proudly. Proceeding to waddle dance around as he celebrated after. "Yay! I helped!" Croconaw exclaimed. "Mummy, is going to be so proud of me for remembering. Hehe." The gator noted giddily, as he confidently pranced up to the bright waterproof lantern. Feeling the frigid air blowing inside the interior, as he easily lifted the light up within both of his claws. Taking a moment to stop and stare out into the darkness ahead, before he put on another tough face. "Hmph! I'm not afraid of some dumb storm." Croconaw declared, as he boldly stomped forward several times. Up until a streak of lightning had suddenly struck the field in front of his very eyes—promptly sending the fallen gator backward onto his rear.

M-maybe, I'll just sit here...

What Are You Listening To?

@Rosenrot

Hi.

Voices can certainly be an acquired taste. (And be better served for different genres.)

I admittedly tend to prefer faster tempos and shorter songs. Unless the vocals or lyrics can make up for them.

Because I've been spoiled by Progressive and Avant-Garde metal bands, that make use of their songs longer running time. So when I see an album of 10 minute songs, I worry how long it will keep my attention.

So for instance, I love the riffage going on in the Restless Spirit album. But I can only imagine how much more I'd like it, with harsher/stronger vocals backing it up.

Maybe I secretly just want more psychedelic albums to be like King Gizzard and The Wizard Lizard's "Planet B".

But 'Clouds Taste Satanic' make a pretty good cover songs. ^-^'

What Are You Listening To?

There's gotta be at least one of you who also likes obscure metal, c'mon...

@Rosenrot

That middle album had its moments. And I liked the band name/album cover of the third.



Another one Spotify found for me. I don't know, I listened to a bunch of newer stuff today. But it seemed like no one could write a decent hook, or sing like they cared. And a decent vocalist can easily heighten & make up for an average song. Even if he unnecessarily brags in it too.

Pokemon: Farmhand For Hire (Suspended)

Without abilities like Scald for him to use in practice. Croconaw briefly froze up in response to Eevee’s jumpy reactions. Unable to think of a better way to make her any warmer in this frigid storm. Let alone discern how dire the situation was—apart from the theatrical fox. But he still tried to put on a tough face like his older brothers would. “I-It’s okay. The blanket s-should absorb the water.” Croconaw uttered, as Fifi trembled underneath the wool blanket.

Quick to clear his throat and deepen his voice. “Um. My family lives over the next hill—someplace warm.” Croconaw explained, realizing that she didn’t look capable of making it that far. Nor would he be able to carry her through the storm’s frequent lightning strikes. Each sounding closer to them than the last one. Oh man. I wish Shepard was here. Croconaw thought. Being filled with both surprise and relief, when he then turned toward the barn door opening up. And there he stood—'The Resident Shepard' in his uniquely-fitted human clothing. Wearing a big white raincoat, with holes for the spikes to protrude, and two yellow rain boots on Lucario’s footpaws. Making squealing noises as he walked inside and smiled at the pair.

Greeting this frightened stranger, with a friendly wave of his paw. Sure to bring a Calm Mind to Fifi in the process. Because panic would certainly not help the young pokemon recover. Before lowering himself down to the Eevee. Hello, my dear. Lucario introduced himself telepathically to the Eevee, with a soothing and compassionate voice entering her head. Everything will be fine. If you allow me to warm you up. Lucario offered, with his arms extended to lift her off of the ground.