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@RumikoOhara That one's in like five months.
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Pathetic excuse for trumpet, and I don't mean the trumpetoid sounds, I mean the bwomp.
Heh. Well isn't that a thing.
At the very least, we can now hear the same music without that obnoxious bwompy sound-font.
At the very least, we can now hear the same music without that obnoxious bwompy sound-font.
Hoenn Cnfrmd!
Tobias let out a breath that he didn't realize he was holding. As he took that first step, he thought he could still hear her voice. It was strange, was he still thinking about her? He paused for a moment. No, he was actually there, in the same gate as him. He heard her tone rise, and turned around. He could see that she was about to get into a fierce argument, and thus moved quickly, putting himself between her and the girl at the desk.
"Hey, calm down," he said, holding out his hands and trying to be as even-keel as possible.
He let out a short sigh, then moved closer to her. Not wanting to make too much of a big deal, he placed a hand on her shoulder and took her aside where no one would hear.
"You shouldn't push yourself, okay? I mean...whatever almost happened... you should take it easy for a while," he cautioned in hushed tones.
Just then, a large, imposing silhouette came into the gate from the city. It was rather stocky and short, and seemed to be scanning the area. It moved forth slowly, revealing an object in a rather short hand. Tobias was intimidated at first, as it was strangely noticeable, and oddly large. However, as the figure stepped into the light, Tobias's face brightened considerably.
"Slowbro?" he asked in slight surprise.
Without even thinking, he rushed over, as the pink Pokemon slowly raised its empty hand to greet the boy. Tobias looked at the red device in the Pokemon's hand curiously.
"What'cha got there buddy?" he asked.
Slowly, the large Pokemon, turned its head, looking at the device in its hand with confusion.
"Slow?" he chirped, not remembering how the device had come to his hand, or why he brought it.
In a patient, relaxed motion, he raised his hand, straightening his head at the same time, until the device was within Tobias's reach. The boy took it and began inspecting the object, which seemed to be retracted in some way.
"Hey, calm down," he said, holding out his hands and trying to be as even-keel as possible.
He let out a short sigh, then moved closer to her. Not wanting to make too much of a big deal, he placed a hand on her shoulder and took her aside where no one would hear.
"You shouldn't push yourself, okay? I mean...whatever almost happened... you should take it easy for a while," he cautioned in hushed tones.
Just then, a large, imposing silhouette came into the gate from the city. It was rather stocky and short, and seemed to be scanning the area. It moved forth slowly, revealing an object in a rather short hand. Tobias was intimidated at first, as it was strangely noticeable, and oddly large. However, as the figure stepped into the light, Tobias's face brightened considerably.
"Slowbro?" he asked in slight surprise.
Without even thinking, he rushed over, as the pink Pokemon slowly raised its empty hand to greet the boy. Tobias looked at the red device in the Pokemon's hand curiously.
"What'cha got there buddy?" he asked.
Slowly, the large Pokemon, turned its head, looking at the device in its hand with confusion.
"Slow?" he chirped, not remembering how the device had come to his hand, or why he brought it.
In a patient, relaxed motion, he raised his hand, straightening his head at the same time, until the device was within Tobias's reach. The boy took it and began inspecting the object, which seemed to be retracted in some way.
Tobias took a deep breath, and stepped through the cement and brick gate. The inside was rather nice, oddly clean and sporting several padded benches and what looked like a reception desk. He had never left the city before, so he hadn't seen one before. He made the time to take note of its layout as Harvey stared in wonder.
Curious now, he approached the counter where a woman was seated, "Excuse me, miss? Where does this go?" he asked politely.
"Oh," the woman replied, "It goes out to Route Five. That goes out to Camphrire Town, and from there you can go to Ambrette or Cyllage City," she explained with a gentle drawl in her voice, "Parfum Palace is out that way too if you're sight-seeing," she noted.
After thanking her quietly, Tobias wandered to the edge of the gate, looking out into the bright sun light. Harvey stood there as well, basking in the warm sunlight, as his trainer was silently thinking. He began to wonder where that girl went. He realized just then, he didn't even know her name.
Curious now, he approached the counter where a woman was seated, "Excuse me, miss? Where does this go?" he asked politely.
"Oh," the woman replied, "It goes out to Route Five. That goes out to Camphrire Town, and from there you can go to Ambrette or Cyllage City," she explained with a gentle drawl in her voice, "Parfum Palace is out that way too if you're sight-seeing," she noted.
After thanking her quietly, Tobias wandered to the edge of the gate, looking out into the bright sun light. Harvey stood there as well, basking in the warm sunlight, as his trainer was silently thinking. He began to wonder where that girl went. He realized just then, he didn't even know her name.
So do we want to do this all on Roll20 with an IC backup? Or do we want to keep it mainly forum based with Roll20 as a supplement?
Oh, and VERY IMPORTANT:
I was thinking of using the outcome of this as the basis for a Sprite Comic. Is everyone okay with that?
Oh, and VERY IMPORTANT:
I was thinking of using the outcome of this as the basis for a Sprite Comic. Is everyone okay with that?
Alright, it's fine. Thanks for letting me know. It's a shame though, I wanted to see your cook character. Oh well. Maybe some later time will be more advantageous.
Okay. Well, don't drive yourself crazy. Drink... herbal tea maybe? Be sure to get sleep.
Have you been having personal issues Ob? (Actual genuine concern.)
It was over.
A hole of eroded, crunched metal rested square in the torso of the hulking remains of what had once been the Orci. The Warrior Rodent barely stood, panting, bleeding from the wound that had been punched in his shoulder. He almost lost it there, stumbling to the side from exertion and pain. Steadying himself now, he stood, staggering forward, leaking a trail of blood behind him. Turning away, he closed his eyes, clutching the throat of his former adversary in his claws.
"Sorry... but you don't get another chance..." he muttered, shattering the head from the body with a sharp grasp, sending the metaloid corpse spiraling into bits of data, "I don't feel like dealing with you again..."
The data flowed across the Mega's blue armor, repairing the cracks and dents, rejuvenating the external data-body that the two tired minds within shared.
It was over-
-and yet something was wrong. The data, when it had been free, seemed to be pulling in one specific direction, and WarCapidramon Hunts Mode felt that pull now. Something was there, out in the distance- two things actually, that he seemed to be drawn towards. It was almost as though one had been there the whole time, and he just noticed it now- or maybe the strain of fighting in the Digital World again had finally gotten to him and he was spiraling into madness. Either way, he pushed on, aimlessly wandering in the direction in which he thought something might be.
After what felt like hours, but could have been mere minutes of walking, he saw in the distance a chunk of debris, around which several figures were huddled. He couldn't recognize any of them, but he didn't figure it mattered. Either way, it would be an end- a way out of the fighting one way or another. His head dropped, and it was then he noticed a small, red, dinosaur like figure that he had almost stepped on. Without even thinking, he reached down and lifted the small creature, bringing it to eye level.
"Oh..." a voice that did not seem to fit the large form of the Mega exclaimed, "Do I... know you?"
A hole of eroded, crunched metal rested square in the torso of the hulking remains of what had once been the Orci. The Warrior Rodent barely stood, panting, bleeding from the wound that had been punched in his shoulder. He almost lost it there, stumbling to the side from exertion and pain. Steadying himself now, he stood, staggering forward, leaking a trail of blood behind him. Turning away, he closed his eyes, clutching the throat of his former adversary in his claws.
"Sorry... but you don't get another chance..." he muttered, shattering the head from the body with a sharp grasp, sending the metaloid corpse spiraling into bits of data, "I don't feel like dealing with you again..."
The data flowed across the Mega's blue armor, repairing the cracks and dents, rejuvenating the external data-body that the two tired minds within shared.
It was over-
-and yet something was wrong. The data, when it had been free, seemed to be pulling in one specific direction, and WarCapidramon Hunts Mode felt that pull now. Something was there, out in the distance- two things actually, that he seemed to be drawn towards. It was almost as though one had been there the whole time, and he just noticed it now- or maybe the strain of fighting in the Digital World again had finally gotten to him and he was spiraling into madness. Either way, he pushed on, aimlessly wandering in the direction in which he thought something might be.
After what felt like hours, but could have been mere minutes of walking, he saw in the distance a chunk of debris, around which several figures were huddled. He couldn't recognize any of them, but he didn't figure it mattered. Either way, it would be an end- a way out of the fighting one way or another. His head dropped, and it was then he noticed a small, red, dinosaur like figure that he had almost stepped on. Without even thinking, he reached down and lifted the small creature, bringing it to eye level.
"Oh..." a voice that did not seem to fit the large form of the Mega exclaimed, "Do I... know you?"
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