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1. I'm in school to become a physical therapist assistant! (Did it!)
2. I will quit any roleplay that has been inactive IC for one month for any reason. I've been in too many Schrodinger's RP's and I'm not doing that anymore.
2. I will quit any roleplay that has been inactive IC for one month for any reason. I've been in too many Schrodinger's RP's and I'm not doing that anymore.
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Wells' comment cut through the air almost as clearly as Tyson's thunder. Some of the model's fans gasped, a couple gave Wells dirty looks, and most glanced uneasily between the two men, wondering how Tyson would respond. The blonde paused and stared at Wells for a few tense seconds. Then he burst into laughter.
"An understandable mistake, my friend," Tyson replied cheerfully, apparently unfazed by or unaware of the intended insult. "But no, I'm Tyson Dahl, av-AH!"
The blonde jumped and looked down at his leg, where the Manectric had given him a slight jolt of electricity. Then the canine Pokemon twitched his nose and pointed toward the Pokemon Center. Tyson's blank stare turned into a frown as he remembered his current predicament.
"Sorry," Tyson continued, "this isn't the time for former introductions. See ya around."
With that, the model hurried toward the Pokemon Center's front door, led by his Manectric.
***
Marina kept up a faint smile as Alexis talked to her. The Wooper felt a little peeved upon receiving the 'cute little baby' treatment again... but at least the woman wasn't yelling at her.
Marina's attitude changed in an instant, though, when the blonde called her 'untouchable'. She defiantly slipped out of Alexis' grasp, not even caring about the short fall or the possibility of being trampled. Fortunately, most people in the Pokemon Center lobby remained calm. The loud sound seemed too distant to cause immediate panic. Marina stuck her tongue out at Alexis, turned up her nonexistent nose in a very diva-like fashion, and slowly padded away.
Seconds later, a lone fangirl squeal erupted from somewhere in the crowd as Tyson walked in. His blue eyes scanned the area and came to rest on the young Wooper. Marina looked away and tried to act like she didn't see him.
"Marina!" Tyson privately scolded her as he approached. "I told you not to wander off. You could've gotten hurt."
"Like you care," the Wooper replied acidly. "All you care about is flexing your muscles."
Tyson was in the process of coming up with a good comeback when he noticed the pretty girl standing near Marina. He picked up the Wooper, patted her fondly on the head (to her chagrin), and gave Alexis a charming look.
"Hey, babe. Thanks for keeping an eye on Marina for me."
"An understandable mistake, my friend," Tyson replied cheerfully, apparently unfazed by or unaware of the intended insult. "But no, I'm Tyson Dahl, av-AH!"
The blonde jumped and looked down at his leg, where the Manectric had given him a slight jolt of electricity. Then the canine Pokemon twitched his nose and pointed toward the Pokemon Center. Tyson's blank stare turned into a frown as he remembered his current predicament.
"Sorry," Tyson continued, "this isn't the time for former introductions. See ya around."
With that, the model hurried toward the Pokemon Center's front door, led by his Manectric.
***
Marina kept up a faint smile as Alexis talked to her. The Wooper felt a little peeved upon receiving the 'cute little baby' treatment again... but at least the woman wasn't yelling at her.
Marina's attitude changed in an instant, though, when the blonde called her 'untouchable'. She defiantly slipped out of Alexis' grasp, not even caring about the short fall or the possibility of being trampled. Fortunately, most people in the Pokemon Center lobby remained calm. The loud sound seemed too distant to cause immediate panic. Marina stuck her tongue out at Alexis, turned up her nonexistent nose in a very diva-like fashion, and slowly padded away.
Seconds later, a lone fangirl squeal erupted from somewhere in the crowd as Tyson walked in. His blue eyes scanned the area and came to rest on the young Wooper. Marina looked away and tried to act like she didn't see him.
"Marina!" Tyson privately scolded her as he approached. "I told you not to wander off. You could've gotten hurt."
"Like you care," the Wooper replied acidly. "All you care about is flexing your muscles."
Tyson was in the process of coming up with a good comeback when he noticed the pretty girl standing near Marina. He picked up the Wooper, patted her fondly on the head (to her chagrin), and gave Alexis a charming look.
"Hey, babe. Thanks for keeping an eye on Marina for me."
I've been trying to quote a variety of people, but that quote was clearly the best choice this time around.
Maybe Xerneas/Tantalus is like a pinata. Crack it open and there's brightly colored food inside.
Giratina gave birth? O.o
-@Leos Klien
I was thinking more like some current in the forces of space and time bent, sucked up an egg from another place and time, and deposited it right by Xerneas.
Week 15!
Nearly four months in... and we haven't even reached the main plot, guys. ^_^'
Since I wasn't planning to give out so many items before the main conflict even starts rolling, this week I'm giving out something totally frivolous. I decided to roll from the table of random trinkets found in the D&D 5th ed. player's handbook.
The winner of the drawing is...
And the prize is...
"A 1-pound egg with a bright red shell"
8|
Well.
I might've just given you a free Pokemon, depending on your interpretation.
Due to disturbances in the Distortion Zone, the egg appeared out of nowhere near your character.
Nearly four months in... and we haven't even reached the main plot, guys. ^_^'
Eklispe, Rethel34, Salrynn, Sickle-cell, and Leos Klien posted this week!
Since I wasn't planning to give out so many items before the main conflict even starts rolling, this week I'm giving out something totally frivolous. I decided to roll from the table of random trinkets found in the D&D 5th ed. player's handbook.
The winner of the drawing is...
Sickle-cell!
And the prize is...
"A 1-pound egg with a bright red shell"
8|
Well.
I might've just given you a free Pokemon, depending on your interpretation.
Due to disturbances in the Distortion Zone, the egg appeared out of nowhere near your character.
Major NPC 3
Name: Tyson Dahl
Pokemon: Kyogre
Gender: male
Age: 26
Hometown: Fallarbor Town
Level: 32
Ability: Drizzle
Known moves:
Known legendary powers: Can cause rain at will.
Held Item: Sea Incense
Appearance: Basically a Ken doll. Muscular; somewhat tall; chin-length flowy blonde hair; light tan; deep blue eyes. Has the markings of Kyogre on his arms and back, which he flaunts whenever he can. Wears fancy, trendy clothing. Keeps a tidy appearance.
Personality: Tyson is generally friendly and chill. However, he is also vain and proud. He is charismatic and competitive and loves attention.
Backstory: Tyson is a well-known model, perhaps the most famous of the avatars. He doesn't seem to take his new avatar role seriously, mostly using his newfound powers to look sexy shirtless in the rain. He has recently taken on the task of training a Wooper (who belongs to a friend of his agent) to participate in Pokemon Contests.
Known Pokemon
Nickname: Bolt
Species: Manectric
Gender: male
Level: 27
Ability: Lightning Rod
Known moves: Spark
Held item: Magnet
Nickname: Marina
Species: Wooper
Gender: female
Level: 7
Ability: Water Absorb
Known moves: Tail Whip
Held item: none
*Technically, Tyson is not Marina's trainer. Thus, the two are not bonded like a Pokemon would normally be to its trainer... and Marina consistently reminds Tyson of that.
My Pokemon game be like
Brycen: Team Plasma froze the city and stole the DNA splicers! You have to stop them and save the world before it's too late!
*The hero plays around at Pokestar Studios for two weeks*
Brycen: Team Plasma froze the city and stole the DNA splicers! You have to stop them and save the world before it's too late!
*The hero plays around at Pokestar Studios for two weeks*
FINALLY. I spent a lot more time on that than I intended to. But hopefully it was worth it. This might turn out to be quite a fun group of characters. XD
Tyson strode down the empty street, brooding eyes hidden behind a pair of sleek sunglasses. Things were not going according to plan at all. First his agent's friend had held him up at Violet City, making him late to the festival. Tyson sighed as he glanced down at Marina, the Wooper his agent roped him into training. The slimy, beady-eyed creature would need much training... and maybe some good luck with puberty... if she wanted to become a beauty queen. But, it could never be said that Tyson Dahl backed down from a challenge.
The young Wooper's oversized head swiveled about as she searched for any sign of a celebration.
"Are there any places that sell clothes for Pokemon?" Marina telepathically chattered, waddling along beside Tyson. "Brenda said there's people who make clothes just for Pokemon and take pictures of them, and their trainers can be in the picture too, but you're not really my trainer so I don't know if they'll let you. Do they have red dresses with glitter? Can Pokemon that don't have arms wear dresses?"
"I don't know," the man responded, unable to completely obscure the irritation in his tone. "If I see any Pokemon clothes booths, I'll ask them. But there aren't any open now 'cause of the attack."
"Oh..." Marina uttered. Her whimsical grin morphed into a pout. Why did those dumb terrorists have to attack at a time that was supposed to be so happy?
Tyson shared her feelings on the subject. With everyone cowering inside, eyes glued on the news, he wouldn't be able to make the grand entrance he imagined. The duo brooded in silence for another minute. Then, the blonde slowly smiled as a thought occurred to him.
Maybe this was actually great timing. These frightened people would need something to cheer them up. And what better to do that than a celebrity appearance?
Several minutes later, Tyson arrived near the door of the Pokemon Center, a place he figured would be full of distressed people in need of a reminder that beauty still exists in this dark world. Rather than go inside, he took a post directly in front of the lobby window, looking nonchalant in his sunglasses and denim jacket. A cool breeze picked up as the man focused on his abilities.
Suddenly, a boom of thunder rumbled outside the Pokemon Center. In the lobby, a young woman jumped and instinctively looked out the window, only to meet the deep blue eyes of a model who was beginning to be drenched by his own private rain cloud.
"Is that... omigosh, IT IS!" the girl squealed. She gleefully turned to announce her news to the rest of the lobby. "Tyson Dahl's right outside!"
Nearly a dozen people rushed outside to meet possibly the most famous avatar. Several more crammed near the window to take a peek. As the ladies swarmed around him, Tyson flashed a charming smile and whipped off his jacket. A tight white shirt clung to his soaked form, outlining a set of beefy pecs and abs. His strong arms were accented by an intricate design of red lines which glimmered slightly wherever a raindrop fell on them.
After striking a few poses, Tyson put on a fierce look as he reached for his pocket. With a flash of light and a thunderous roar, a Pokemon leaped out from its pokeball. Electricity crackled around the Manectric as he struck a fighting pose near his trainer. A new set of squeals erupted at the sight of the Pokemon Contest champion-- some from the women gathered around and some from their Pokemon. The man and his dog shared a proud smile before resuming their act.
Marina the Wooper shrunk back, initially terrified by the bombardment of fans. After a minute, she realized that now was her chance to shine. She boldly stood near Tyson, wagged her tail in her most alluring way possible, and batted her beady eyes at the towering humans above. But nobody gave her any attention, other than a few passing glances and mentions of the word "cute". Cute?? That's not the look she was going for!
Frustrated, the young Wooper stomped her way through her ignoring public. Her eyes stung for a second, but she shrugged off the feeling with an angry scowl. Clearly, she would have to find a more tasteful crowd who appreciated her refined style. Marina noticed a teen looking at her Pokegear as she approached the Pokemon Center. Evading everyone's notice, she slipped in behind the teen.
Marina stood by the door, scoping out her new venue. Within a seconds, she spotted something that completely turned her mood around. A young woman with a beautiful flowing red dress gazed at a television nearby. The Wooper immediately sneaked toward the dress, using her small size and slick slime to squeeze behind the crowd unnoticed. Marina came to rest behind the woman and gazed in awe at the dress. It was even more magnificent up close. The Wooper found herself wondering how much more magnificent it would feel to wear it.
Very carefully, Marina tried to use her foot to drape one corner of the dress over her body. The material was very smooth, though, and it kept sliding off. The Wooper inwardly cursed her lack of arms for the millionth time. Finally, Marina managed to get the dress to stay... but only because it got stuck on one of the prongs on her head. Panicked, she tried in vain to pull it off. She froze in shock as the motion tugged on the dress in a way the woman would certainly notice. With no good way out of her situation, Marina looked up at her and flashed her best attempt at a charming smile.
Another boom shook the Pokemon Center. Marina ignored it, figuring it was just another one of Tyson's antics. The avatar, however, knew it came from somewhere else. Tyson took stock of his surroundings and just now realized Marina was gone. Some of the handsome tan drained from his face.
"Marina!" he yelled, eyes darting up and down the street. "Where are you? Come back here right now!"
The young Wooper's oversized head swiveled about as she searched for any sign of a celebration.
"Are there any places that sell clothes for Pokemon?" Marina telepathically chattered, waddling along beside Tyson. "Brenda said there's people who make clothes just for Pokemon and take pictures of them, and their trainers can be in the picture too, but you're not really my trainer so I don't know if they'll let you. Do they have red dresses with glitter? Can Pokemon that don't have arms wear dresses?"
"I don't know," the man responded, unable to completely obscure the irritation in his tone. "If I see any Pokemon clothes booths, I'll ask them. But there aren't any open now 'cause of the attack."
"Oh..." Marina uttered. Her whimsical grin morphed into a pout. Why did those dumb terrorists have to attack at a time that was supposed to be so happy?
Tyson shared her feelings on the subject. With everyone cowering inside, eyes glued on the news, he wouldn't be able to make the grand entrance he imagined. The duo brooded in silence for another minute. Then, the blonde slowly smiled as a thought occurred to him.
Maybe this was actually great timing. These frightened people would need something to cheer them up. And what better to do that than a celebrity appearance?
Several minutes later, Tyson arrived near the door of the Pokemon Center, a place he figured would be full of distressed people in need of a reminder that beauty still exists in this dark world. Rather than go inside, he took a post directly in front of the lobby window, looking nonchalant in his sunglasses and denim jacket. A cool breeze picked up as the man focused on his abilities.
Suddenly, a boom of thunder rumbled outside the Pokemon Center. In the lobby, a young woman jumped and instinctively looked out the window, only to meet the deep blue eyes of a model who was beginning to be drenched by his own private rain cloud.
"Is that... omigosh, IT IS!" the girl squealed. She gleefully turned to announce her news to the rest of the lobby. "Tyson Dahl's right outside!"
Nearly a dozen people rushed outside to meet possibly the most famous avatar. Several more crammed near the window to take a peek. As the ladies swarmed around him, Tyson flashed a charming smile and whipped off his jacket. A tight white shirt clung to his soaked form, outlining a set of beefy pecs and abs. His strong arms were accented by an intricate design of red lines which glimmered slightly wherever a raindrop fell on them.
After striking a few poses, Tyson put on a fierce look as he reached for his pocket. With a flash of light and a thunderous roar, a Pokemon leaped out from its pokeball. Electricity crackled around the Manectric as he struck a fighting pose near his trainer. A new set of squeals erupted at the sight of the Pokemon Contest champion-- some from the women gathered around and some from their Pokemon. The man and his dog shared a proud smile before resuming their act.
Marina the Wooper shrunk back, initially terrified by the bombardment of fans. After a minute, she realized that now was her chance to shine. She boldly stood near Tyson, wagged her tail in her most alluring way possible, and batted her beady eyes at the towering humans above. But nobody gave her any attention, other than a few passing glances and mentions of the word "cute". Cute?? That's not the look she was going for!
Frustrated, the young Wooper stomped her way through her ignoring public. Her eyes stung for a second, but she shrugged off the feeling with an angry scowl. Clearly, she would have to find a more tasteful crowd who appreciated her refined style. Marina noticed a teen looking at her Pokegear as she approached the Pokemon Center. Evading everyone's notice, she slipped in behind the teen.
Marina stood by the door, scoping out her new venue. Within a seconds, she spotted something that completely turned her mood around. A young woman with a beautiful flowing red dress gazed at a television nearby. The Wooper immediately sneaked toward the dress, using her small size and slick slime to squeeze behind the crowd unnoticed. Marina came to rest behind the woman and gazed in awe at the dress. It was even more magnificent up close. The Wooper found herself wondering how much more magnificent it would feel to wear it.
Very carefully, Marina tried to use her foot to drape one corner of the dress over her body. The material was very smooth, though, and it kept sliding off. The Wooper inwardly cursed her lack of arms for the millionth time. Finally, Marina managed to get the dress to stay... but only because it got stuck on one of the prongs on her head. Panicked, she tried in vain to pull it off. She froze in shock as the motion tugged on the dress in a way the woman would certainly notice. With no good way out of her situation, Marina looked up at her and flashed her best attempt at a charming smile.
Another boom shook the Pokemon Center. Marina ignored it, figuring it was just another one of Tyson's antics. The avatar, however, knew it came from somewhere else. Tyson took stock of his surroundings and just now realized Marina was gone. Some of the handsome tan drained from his face.
"Marina!" he yelled, eyes darting up and down the street. "Where are you? Come back here right now!"
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