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Current Sometimes you spend so long looking for peace in someone else, you loose sight of that peace you can give yourself. Don't forget that guys.
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3 yrs ago
"Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery. But today? Today is a gift. That is why it is called the present." -Master Oogway
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5 yrs ago
So many writing ideas, so little time to write. Being an adult sucks...
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5 yrs ago
It's the most fattening time of the year!
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7 yrs ago
There is a madness to my method. Or is there a method to my madness?
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Elias had recieved word that Koren had arrived back on Paradise almost fifteen minutes before, and he was still figuring out the best way to approach the no doubt angry father. Failing to think of a decent approach, the Mandalorian finally accepted that it was going to be a shit show and headed to the man's office. At least I know he won't kill me right away...hopefully. Elias had worn his armor in it's entirety just in case Koren decided to take a shot at him in frustration, but, as he reached the door and knocked, he didn't count on it. After a moment, it slid open and the smuggler walked in, remaining standing as he looked at Koren, waiting for him to say something.

Silence reigned for several minutes before the Mandalorian finally broke it himself. "Look Koren, I know your upset, especially with myself and Willoh, but I might have some information that you'd like to hear. After the smoke cleared, I grabbed a Weequay, took him back to my ship and...interrogated him. He didn't survive the encounter, but I got what I was looking for. The group that hired him and his friends were former Imperial, even set up the information that got Loretta to go to Grakkus' Arena. All the group that attacked us had to do was wait and set up contingencies. I know it's no consolation, but it might point you in the right direction."




Tarion Je'and|The Plot Thickens


Tarion remained silent until the others were done, watching out the window as Cartel mercs swept the streets and knocked on the doors of the buildings that were clearly lived in. He knew what would come once the streets turned up empty and the people in all the various stores and apartment buildings shared what they knew and he knew they wouldn't want to still be in this building when it happened. "The Sith had a cover for his escape, though I wonder if they were piloted by people or simply remote controlled. We don't need a distraction, as you could end up pointing them in the right direction entirely by accident. As for a ship...I have one, outside the district in the spaceport. But getting to it will still prove an issue, as they will have the district cordoned off."

He noted her concern that she could no longer connect to the holonet and watched a group of mercs, lead by a rather large human wielding a large blaster cannon, approaching their building. "And we are out of time. They're beginning to search the abandoned buildings. We'll need to slip out the back and do so quickly."
𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 '𝑱𝒆𝒅𝒊' 𝑯𝒖𝒏𝒕

May 12th, 2020, Paris, France


Obi-Wan stopped as the Pinsir moved into the clearing and waited, though it was pretty clear that battling wasn't on it's mind, despite it's intimidating appearance. Never used a Pinsir before, so this should be interesting. Not spotting any indication of local Earth predators, he pushed the holster holding his customized .45 caliber Heckler and Koch semi-auto out of sight. He had originally intended to set out on this search without his pistol, but one of the French locals had recommended it as there had been wolf sightings in the forest, even before the arrival of the Pokemon.

Taking a deep breath, he held up both hands in a sign of peace, the pokeball kept small in his right hand so he could pull it quickly if needed. "Hey buddy. What's wrong? Lookin' awfully sad for bein' one of the toughest Pokemon around." Obi, meanwhile, prepared to unleash a stun spore if the need arose before launching into a Slash to weaken it some, as the pair had rehearsed before coming searching. But first, Forest would try and talk it down.

This is late, but the concepts are just, uh, standard writing in an Xcom setting XD Sorry guys, I don't do Dice rolls or anything, otherwise you'd all miss every shot and then get murdered in the first mission.


Interested though I would also know how much we're gonna stick to dice rolls, predetermined skills and such.
I would like to see some form of it, but also not as harsh as xcom, for obvious reasons.


So my quote of myself above yours is the answer to dice rolls. We'd really be doing this in more of a narrative setting than playing Xcom: The Written Version. Like I said, you'd all be dead in the first mission and we'd have no game XD As for the predetermined skills...I mean, we could implement it, but from a narrative stand point, there's really no need, especially since they're all things that wouldn't necessarily need special training or anything to do if we pull from the Xcom list. Except maybe Lightning Reflexes or something like that.
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Cool beans. Now, are you going to battle the Pokemon or just throw Pokeballs?

Also, my plot moving post is going to have to wait till Tuesday. I have to give my roommate a ride right now, and I have to work a double tomorrow.


Attempt to reason with it, maybe talking it into joining the team, and if not, then battle. We'll see where it goes.
Alicia Harnick

Level: 3
Day/Time: Day Two
Location: Butter Building, Kirby's Dream Land
Interacting: Frisk Dreemur@Guardian Angel Haruki
Mention: Banjo-Kazooie@Etherean Fire, Cloud Strife@Holy Soldier
Word Count: 519


The teams' response following the Flashbang's explosion was unexpectedly quick. Immediately following the blinding blast, Cloud unleashed a lightning bolt from the cloudless facsimile of the sky and the bird and bear duo rammed into the sun at high speed before ripping the lunar blade from his eye. Nice touch, though a bit much I think. Mister Shine screamed in pain, his beam having faded from existence over the course of the battle. Even as he began to disappear as Marx had before him, the Titan had already begun turning on the moon, fully expecting him to do his duty now that the source of his greatest torment was gone.

Instead, he simply allowed them through the next door, informing them that to remain would mean the end of their journey and the failure of their mission, a wave of his hand causing it to appear. At this point, she wasn't sure whether or not to congratulate Frisk for getting one of the two to let them through or berate him for apologizing before they fled through the opening. The Striker didn't even bother commenting on the door them leaving the door open for the moon, who never followed, even as it shut.

Silence reigned as the group gathered themselves and, as she checked the ammo in her weapons except for the Bolt-Caster, Alicia held a silent respect for the moon's reasoning for not coming. He had known that if he came with the group, he would do his job. Honest, even if he were a villain. May he find rest after this. Ahead of them the stairway was filled with a golden glow and she readied her Doctrine of Passing, a click sounding through the stairwell as she racked a new round into the auto rifle's chamber. "Frisk, there can be no hesitation this time. We go in and we move through. What happened back there was nearly fatal, for all of us."

At this point, mincing words was only going to be a waste of the groups time, so the Titan cut straight to her point, deciding to make it clear where she stood. "We all have been told what the Virus does to it's hosts. Deedeedee won't listen to reason, he'll want to see us all eviscerated so that he can move on to conquering whatever his next target is. You need to accept that this next floor will be much the same, though minus the virus. Remember the whale's words, 'the guys after me aren't going to be willing to just let you past, you'll have to fight.' Can you accept that we will have to take another life?" Admittedly, she'd given a paraphrasing of the whale's words, but she wasn't anywhere near about to speak like he did. Besides that, their attempting to reason with Mister Bright had nearly gone south and would have gotten the Poppy Bros hurt had they failed to defeat the sun and moon bosses. Within the depths of her mind, Alicia wondered if Frisk could have lived with that knowledge, which was the only reason she hadn't mentioned it.
Phew, that was one lofty reply. lol

I'll have another post up tonight to guide things forward.


Level 9 and female.
Life has me in a death grip. Send help.
That bit in French between the two was fun. I apologize for not including translations, but I felt it would detract from the narrative.
𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 '𝑱𝒆𝒅𝒊' 𝑯𝒖𝒏𝒕

May 12th, 2020, Paris, France


And so here they were, in the City of Lights of all places. As he wandered around, looking around for a place to eat with a decent looking hamburger, Forest remembered that his girlfriend back stateside had wanted to travel the world, starting in Paris and ending in Tuscany, a trip he only agreed with because at some point, they'd be going to Ireland. Still, as he finally found a place and placed his order for a bacon and ham cheeseburger, he decided he'd leave the week in Paris out and simply memorize the name of the place and say he found it on Google or something. While he waited, he pulled out the Pokeball containing the Paras he'd caught four days prior. After they'd gotten back to the Russian HQ, he'd begun working first on gaining it's trust, which he'd already started getting when the crab realized that he'd been released in a much warmer climate.

Now, as Obi-Wan appeared in a flash of red light, the little guy was happy and healthy, the food that the ex-Guardsman gave him having helped him get stronger. "Alright buddy, you ready to add another friend to the team?" The mushroom-toting crab chittered an affirmative. "Good. Soon as I'm done, we're heading off to the woods."




As the sun was setting, the pair found themselves out in the heart of a nearby forest. The groups' Pokemon assistant had authorized the two to search for the unknown bug type but with a reminder about when to be back. It was dark by the time they decided to rest, at around 8:36 pm local time. As they snacked on some sandwiches that Forest had bought before heading out, they saw it, the bug type that had yet to be ID'd. Paras was already carefully moving forward as Forest stood, a hand drifting towards another Pokeball, even as he scanned for local predators. We gotta be careful with this...






𝓙𝓪𝓼𝓸𝓷 '𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻' 𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓷𝓸𝓻

May 12th, 2020, Paris, France


The news that they would be going to the place he had appeared, and admittedly decided to call his home away from home, was pleasantly surprising. He and his team spent the time before they left preparing, getting in contact with the appropriate authorities to make sure that Prankster could fly freely. Once they were there, aside from the Sycamore's announcement, he was in the streets, speaking with the locals about problem Pokemon. The first to deal with were the Togedemaru causing trouble in the industrial area.

When he came across the other trainer with the Duskull, she was confronting a group of factory workers who were asking for her help. He himself had dealt with several of the larger, more troublesome of the Pokemon, but from the way she was willing to simply leave it for the more than likely frustrated workers to deal with. And that didn't sit right with the bladesman, who approached with Slayer in tow. "Vous y! Où est votre contremaître?" The worker who'd just been speaking with the female trainer looked to him before pointing to a larger man who stepped forward.

"Je suis le contremaître. Qu'est-ce que tu veux?" Jason pointed to the unconscious Togedemaru.

"Qu'as-tu l'intention de faire avec ce Togedemaru?" The foreman looked at the unconscious creature then back at the sword-carrying man before grinning darkly.

"Nous avons l'intention d'y faire face à notre façon. Est-ce un problème, formateur?" The sword on his hip came free an inch, the sunlight glinting off the steel.

"C'est, en effet, un problème, mon ami." Gallade stepped between the slowly recovering electric type and the crowd of workers, who began to mutter amongst each other and back away from the trainer and their foreman. "Vous allez simplement le regarder jusqu'à ce que les assistants du professeur puissent le ramasser. Ou," the sword came free the rest of the way and Jason held it to his side, clearly practiced in using the blade, "vous allez vous trouver quelques chiffres." The anger that had been building on the Foreman's face vanished when he realized that the Pokemon World native wasn't joking around and, after a moment of sputtering and self argument, as well as discussion with some other workers, he relented.

"Très bien. Voulez-vous au moins laisser un Pokémon pour s'assurer qu'il ne s'échappe pas ou causer des problèmes?" Sheathing his sword, the swordsman nods before releasing Lucky from his Pokeball.

"Je vais. Heureusement, mon Lucario, restera jusqu'à ce que le Pokémon a été récupéré." Turning to Lucky, he points at the Togedemaru. Content, the group heads back inside and the sound of work resuming echoes out an open door and the windows as he explains to Lucky what was to happen. "Lucky, keep this guy here until Professor Sycamore can send someone to get it. I've already pinged our location to the retrieval team, they'll be here in ten minutes. All the same, watch the workers and don't hesitate to put any of them on their butts who get wise ideas. Stay safe buddy."

Grunting and nodding the Lucaria sits next to the Togedemaru while Jason approaches the female trainer, Slayer at his side. "And you. Did you even stop to think what those men and women would do after you walked away? Or are you too concerned with getting back up to your personal par to care?" Granted, Jason himself wasn't any kind of activist and wasn't going to make efforts like this often, but knowing how frustrated and desperate these workers were to make the outages stop from talking with one of the factory owners earlier in the day, he couldn't let them get ahold of one of them while they still held ill will.

I'll get a post up when I get home tonight.
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