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  1. I'm afraid that I must be the culprit. I live in Illinois, but I'm practically nocturnal during the summer~
  2. If one were to describe Anareise's apartment in one word, it would be cozy. The walls were a light, Pecha-y color; the apartment itself had a similar smell. A small silk couch (small compared to the Hydreigon, but it would fit more than four Pokemon of Anareise's size) laid in the corner nearest to the window. The soft blue sky filled the room with a pleasant light. It was the essence of calm, even if half of the living room was the kitchen. The living room and kitchen were mainly separated by a dark, thin wooden table. Two steaming porcelain cups were set down without a clank on this table. One cup had been engraved with an etching of Celebi. It was a light cream color on the outside, though the inside looked like it had been splattered with mahogany paint. The other showed a painted Minccino, curled into a ball; its grey fur faded into the soft white of the cloudy background behind it. Both cups had little strainers filled with the odds and ends of plants in them (more specifically, Pecha leaves, a stems of Aguav Berries, ground up powder of Magost, and the roots of a Petaya plant). The Shuckle hurried back to the stove to pick up her kettle, then carefully poured the boiling water down the kettle's long neck and into the cups. She set the kettle comfortably on top of a notably lighter circle on the table, then settled onto the couch. "I'm not sure how strong you like yours, so just take the strainer off whenever you like." Anareise smiled gently, "This tea's a bit sweet, so you probably won't need any sugar with it. If you do, though, it's right on the counter." After this, she remained quiet. The gentle breeze was dancing through the trees on the outskirts of town; above the low rumble of the crowds below, she could just barely make it out. There would be time for questions after tea, if her guest wanted them (she'd doubtless hear about the incident the next day if he didn't). The couch was warm and roomy, the tea would be fantastic, and the weather was the best it had been in days. If a child's birthday had been ruined by stray Shadow Balls, or someone had been kidnapped, or the Legendaries were being hunted by their own, it didn't particularly matter right that moment. (( i accidentally the tea and the rooms and ))
  3. Hey, Pi, you're not at all a terrible writer! >:|I look up to you and PureDark especially as writers, so you are not allowed to say that here. (...I just kind of have an unhealthy obsession with coming up with everything about even minor characters. X'D Although that's led to me wanting to be a video game character designer and maybe starting my own comic sometime.) Fun Facts about Anareise: - Anareise had severe alcohol problems/ the Pokemon equivalent when she was younger (she's the equivalent of about 37 right now, so around 18-21). She still can't completely quit it, and she occasionally slips the Pokemon equivalent of rum in her tea. (Though she would never put any in her guests' drinks, no matter how drunk she would get.) - Her father left the family before she was grown; she sees her step-dad, a Slugma, as more of a father than her actual father. (This is part of the reason she especially likes teaching Earth Power.) - If Pokemon had internet, she would do ASMR in her spare time. It would mostly be with tea preparation, though she would sometimes take out some of the fabric she's collected. - Speaking of which, she really likes fabric. She can't sew well, but she has a whole closet full of fabric in her apartment. (I had a long while to think about her response while taking the dog for a walk, so naturally I didn't and I instead thought of all this despite the fact that she will not likely be seen again after we leave Laos.) Fun Facts about Cas: - I didn't really plan on bringing him back aside from being a crowd Pokemon. - He actually might be Pell's father. No one's quite sure, including myself. - The "transmissions" he receives are clearer than most Dusknoir hear, and oftentimes he actually can see how a Pokemon will look when it's dead with them. He doesn't know that this is out of the ordinary for his kind. Extra fun fact: Tyndall is named after a science-y thing. I will not say which science-y thing because it is important which science-y thing. Sssshh. aaaaaaaah CHARACTERS! Arceus I love characters - dear reddan, I'm so alone
  4. Fenris' messy fur ate the blue electricity, fizzling slightly. If its owner noticed, he didn't show it; his face was still twisted with the taste of the word "Nightyena." A small crowd was gathering, heightening his prickling annoyance. The performance had failed! Why come to stare at the actors after they'd tripped on stage and broken Juliet? The Meowth in front of him seemed rather confused, if his questions showed anything. He also seemed very nosy. Fenris decided that if the Meowth were to join the effort to find the Legendaries (which he doubtlessly would, the hopeless do-gooder), he would have some fun with him. Oh, that cat would beg him for the answers, ask what he was doing... And they would never come. They'd have a history yet. But for now, one answer would suffice. The disgruntled Electrike huffed, "I'm 'the Nightyena', apparently. Show's over, go home." Now that Zigzagoon was a choice target. 'What are you doing to that poor Electrike?' He would have laughed if he felt in a good enough mood. With that kind of predisposition to the acts of certain Pokemon, she would probably scream at the hint of a Gengar's tongue wrapping around her. Despite that, he decided against predating her. She was innocent enough, and would be too pitiful an audience (and he meant that in the best of ways). Fenris turned to trot over to her, then hesitated and threw an apology to the panicked Hydreigon, "Sorry guy, Wolfy didn't plan to scare you that bad. Just meant to make you jump." Shrugging his showmanship aside, Fenris felt the static in his fur calm. That's enough for today. He smiled, and shook his head at the kind little Zigzagoon in front of him. "He ain't done anything; I snuck up behind him and did a little prank I like. Thankies for the concern though, miss." ------ Anareise the Move Tutor was not amused. She was not amused in the least. Even with her hurt leg (sprained in a training session a few days ago - those danged school kids), it was a short trip down her very low stairs to the door. The door creaked open quietly, like the rocking of a grandmother's rocking chair. A small yellow head peeked out, and a red shell of a body came limping after it. Anareise had no words for the other three Pokemon gathered outside her house; she whispered softly to the frightened Hydreigon. "You may come inside, if you like. You don't have to. It's fine if you don't want to. But if you do, I have a quiet place for you to sit, and a few kinds of tea." Her voice was like the whispers of leaves in the wind; gentle and comforting. "They'll work out what happened. It doesn't matter now; you're okay, and my house is safe if you'd like to come in. Don't worry about the broken glass across the way, I'll talk to them. Now I'll go put the kettle on, and my door will be open, okay?" After a leisurely crawl back up the stairs, the kettle began to sing. The Shuckle sighed softly and looked out the kitchen window into the Square. Pokemon were still grouped up, discussing this or that... And there was a rather conflicted looking Meowth. She seemed torn between anger and sadness and - Anareise had to admit - was handling it absolutely horribly. She washed an extra cup besides the two she'd had ready, and tended to the kettle.
  5. Fenris snickered quietly. This guy was like some poor kindergartener; hardly past the wetting himself at night, he could bet. Oh, I know just what to do for you! Brilliant, square-shaped reflections materialized around the Electrike as long fangs dripping with blood flickered in and out of his mouth, like static. His pupils dilated; it was time for the real hunt to begin. "Bet'cha thought that the shadows outside your bed couldn't follow in the daytime, hmmm?" The area around the two seemed to grow darker; the buildings, dirtier. Yet all around was a sort of fuzz, as if the world had entered a dream. The Electrike stalked forward. "No one can escape, much less you. No one can escape the Nightyena." Fenris let off a howl of laughter, sounding rather maniacal to anyone within hearing range (which currently included the mildly peeved and concerned Move Tutor looking out the window). ...Nightyena? Dangit, Wolf, you ruined your own act again. The scenery flickered through a variety of hues before finally brightening up to its usual setting. The flickering fangs disappeared from Fenris' mouth, as did the squares of light. With a gaze about as enthusiastic as a Charmander in a waterpark, the Electrike sarcastically hissed, "And he's here to throw you a birthday party, guy. Ugh, sorry. I ain't had enough practice the last few days, and..." He let his words trail off into oblivion, obviously sorry for no one thing but the failure of his act. (( Just as a note, Fenris has Lightningrod as his ability. ^^; I'll put up basic bios for these minor characters with their abilities and stuff soon. ))
  6. Fun fact: Pellinore is one of my favorite characters from The Once and Future King. Fun fact #2: Fenris is another name for Fenrir. Fun fact #3: I actually named Reed after James Reed: a member of the Donner Party who stabbed someone and was exiled from the Party. Fun fact #4: Tiramisu's just named after food. Fun fact #5: I need to chat with you guys here in the OOC more because I kind of feel like a creepy stalker OP sitting her and watching you guys have fun conversations aaaa Fun fact #6: I need to stop punctuating my sentences with "aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa."
  7. If he was going to be stuck in this raunchy little town, he figured he might as well have a bit of fun. The sky was clear and beautiful above Laos, and had it not been for the current situation in the town square then the only tensions sparking would be located in Fenris' itching fur. His bright eyes flashed with mischief; the said situation had taken away his two only reprieves from boredom (harassing his partner and harassing innocent townspeople). There had to be someone here to impress (harass). There absolutely had to be. And, unfortunately for the Hydreigon that the malicious Electrike's eye had just caught, there was exactly one Pokemon there. Had anyone been there, they too would have been harassed; however, had anyone been there invisibly, they would have been reminded of a Luxray licking its teeth as it prepared to ever. So. Carefully... Snatch it from this life into their belly! Step by step, quietly, Fenris' toothy grin grew closer to the Hydreigon. Hope you ain't squeamish, guy. Hahaha!~ An ear-shattering Roar sliced through whatever air dared remain between the predator and his prey. (Fortunately, the town Move Tutor had quite strong, sound-proof, heat-proof, and quite frankly everything-short-of-a-meteor-proof windows. Unfortunately, the town bakery was screwed.) ------ Pellinore heard a very distinctive ringing in his ears, and quite frankly that had never turned out to be a good thing for him. The Kirlia cast an exasperated look at the Dusknoir that remained anxiously floating by his side. He silently reflected that, yes, it could be worse; he could be hearing voices from the underworld calling him to take Pokemon into the great beyond. In fact, that would be rather interesting to experience, he mused, if only for a short time. His new friend - Cas, he reminded himself - shivered, and Pell's momentary distraction was lost in a pool of pity. He let himself wallow in it a bit, patting the older Pokemon on the shoulder quietly, knowing that outside that pool of pity was a particularly annoying ringing. Fenris was off doing some dumb shi... nanigans again, wasn't he? Honestly, they had one job: stay off the radar. They had one job. Pell sighed and adjusted the glaring orange-and-blue ribbon tying his "hair" back; the ponytail had begun to come loose, despite there being absolutely no reason for it... He stifled another sigh, and cast a sidelong glance at his partner in exasperation. "Man, how the Furret do you even deal with..." He waved his arms rather un-gracefully at the Dusknoir's antenna. "All that? 'Can't even deal with knowing that my pet is getting his predator on over here." Cas laughed ruefully, "Well if the incident back there is any indication, I don't." The Dusknoir cocked an eyebrow in interest, obviously eager to get off the topic, "You have a telepathic link with your partner?" "Nah, not quite. I can feel it when he's happy though, and he's got a certain kind of creepy predator happiness that makes me feel like I swallowed a Rattata whole." "Oh yes, like when the Banettes tell you to bring small children." Cas seized up for a moment, realizing what he'd just said. Pell shrugged, trying to match the feeling the Dusknoir had described to his own (he'd never quite shrugged off his Ralts streak, and it was times like these he thanked Mesprit for that). After a moment of awkward silence, he mused, "Yeah, that's pretty danged close." With a smile, he added, "Can't say they've ever asked me that, though." Relief came rolling off of the Reaper Pokemon in waves, filling Pell with a warm feeling similar to the feeling of drinking hot chocolate. A very small amount of hot chocolate, but hot chocolate nonetheless. He risked a glance back at the Square to see how things were moving along. And... They were moving along, in some places. A little fight over there between some magician and some cowering hooligan (he quietly rooted for the magician to tack the Meowth to a tree with the Ace of Spades, his love for illusionists trumping his appreciation for cat-like Pokemon only because Scizors looked bad...Articuno?), something about a hostage situation being resolved, a small bit of clamor here, there, everywhere. It's a beautiful day, he reminded himself. And behold! There was what he'd been searching for: an exploration group being formed on the outer part of the Square. From the looks of it, three Teddiursa (some of the students from earlier, probably), two tough Sunkern, and a humongous Beartic were gearing up to head north... They probably wouldn't make it, but at the very least their joyful war cries had gained the attention of some of the more Mareep-like members of the crowd (Mareep-like in disposition, mainly). "How long do you give them?" "Pardon?" "Figure they'll last long against Kyurem?" Cas winced. Pellinore noticed. "Never mind, man. I'm sorry - 'm terrible at small talk sometimes." "No, it's perfectly fine; I shouldn't have reacted like you meant to bother me." "No, I sincerely apologize." "You don't need-" "Aw c'mon, just take it! You're as bad as me!" The two sat and watched the Square, quietly talking about whatever came to mind and whatever tasted like hot chocolate. Cas could have been Pellinore's father, and to any passerby he probably was. (( Enter minor characters. Minor for now, at least. Arceus I love writing them so much though aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I'm not going to break this time, I swear. ))
  8. (oh arceus I love the potatoes thread in general discussion oh man) Updated your bio, Silver! Argh, I'm kind of confused on what to do now with Tiramisu since I don't know if Buggles is still in a tree (because Reed ran away rather than Tiramisu), so here maybe I'll throw in some dudes to talk to Requiem because Requiem is cool and also peeps need to get out of the town because man this town is crazy and aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa why do I keep coming up with characters that are usually Corsola twigs in the fluffy Mareep fur aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa DRIVER_IRL_NOT_LESS_OR_EQUAL IF THIS IS THE FIRST TIME YOU'VE SEEN THIS OP ERROR SCREEN, RESTART YOUR COMPUTER. IF THIS SCREEN APPEARS AGAIN, FOLLOW THESE STEPS: 1. FREE THE POTATOES 2. REPAIR ALL SPAGHETTI 3. please kindly punch Reed in the face 4. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA In short, I believe I will post a little later tonight with some one or two minor characters I'd like to introduce. X'D
  9. Hey, Silverphoenixx, I just realized that your character had no items to start with? Did you maybe forget to add them? (Also, what is your character's name? I just realized that the "name" part of the app was left blank...) Sailing, I have to say I really love the dynamics between Leo and Agatha. ^w^ Also, please look at the following news. A little while back I mentioned something that would make my life a lot easier with updating bios and the like, but I never officially implemented it as a rule. I will be doing this now. (If this seems familiar, it's because I copied and pasted it from my earlier post.) If your character finds an item, learns a new move, loses an item, etc. (anything that requires me to update your character bio), I'd like to ask that at the end of your entire post you add a separate section like in this example. EXAMPLE: This is my main RP post. Joey the flaming Rattata was sick of his Mobile Scarf. He threw it into a flaming pit, where the flames engulfed it slowly. The blaze made Joey so happy that he put his Apple on his head. [ JOEY - Mobile Scarf was discarded. - Held Item: Apple. ] This is the next post I make. However, he soon realized this was silly and dangerous for his dear Apple, so he returned it to his fur and wrapped a Gold Ribbon around his neck like a sensible man. Joey's amnesia made him forget how to use the move Amnesia. The Rattata hates his life very much. [ JOEY - Apple returned to Inventory. - Amnesia was forgotten. ] So yeah. There we go. It makes these things a lot easier to see - I'll do likewise with game-mechanic-like things (turn/post-based events such as the Fissure, items). This will be added to the rules post on the RP as well. Secondly, I'd like to make a running list of all of the people active in the RP (so that if a group PM needs to be sent out, I have a list). If you guys could just put the words "FREE THE POTATOES" somewhere in your next post, I'll add you to the list. ^w^ Active Members List: Silverphoenixx Reddan LegendOfKorraFan sailing101 FractionalPiDay PureDark006
  10. Hey Chaos, it was Reed that ran off, not Tiramisu. ^^
  11. I actually haven't been sure about whose Shadow Balls hit the wall, haha. ^^; Tiramisu would have thought it was hers no matter whose it actually was.
  12. (( ^w^ I literally just accepted him. (Also, dang, both of you are fast!)))
  13. Reed stared at the place where Agatha had been only moments before. Even if this was only business, he had to admit to himself that he had just met the most high-class actress that he would ever be graced to see in his life. Groudon's left foot, she had to be the second or third most impressive woman ever to step in his life. Of course, this meant she could only be less than half as amazing as himself, and if this longshot were to work in certain ways he might consider her less so. Nonetheless, that Mismagius was one class act. The terrified sobs from what Reed perceived as Kitty's general direction were drowned out by the roaring sound of an immensely pissed-off Scizor. The Scizor appeared to be some sort of clown, or magician, or some other sort of entertainment profession, and was waving a torn hat in the obviously frightened Meowth's face. A small pang of pity ran through the Smeargle; even if he could care less for the moody Meowth, she'd been left by her only real escape route. His tail waved a small bit as he shouted gruffly, "Hey Clowny, leave the little thing alone - " "I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP!" Reed most certainly hadn't noticed Tiramisu's claws digging far into the earth, nearly tearing the grass to shreds. ---- She wouldn't apologize this time. No. This was the last straw; she wouldn't be sorry for every mistake she made. It wasn't her fault, it wasn't her fault, da** it she couldn't find any room to feel sorry anymore. Tiramisu's claws crushed the grass she'd been curling into. Her eyes could burn holes (through herself as well? she wondered). Voice trembling with the rest of her, she spat, "Really? You're really going to do all of that to me for your stupid - " She swiped her claws at the ruined silk, "Stupid hat?" I'm sorry, no I don't need to do this I can just run somewhere else I'm having a bad day I'm tired I'm sorry but I'm so sick of this of - of being sorry! The Meowth's eyes narrowed; her tail flared out. "All for some stupid mistake? I hope those insults made you happy, because I'm sure the clown of the party is making everyone laugh at their - their - ugh." The eyes of some of the Pokemon in the Square met their mark. Tiramisu's claws hid away again, and she slumped slightly. Sounding somewhat defeated, she hissed, "Just leave me alone. Leave me alone like everyone else." I don't know why I'm so angry - at you, at everyone. I don't want to say sorry, I want to say everything else... I... I don't know. The Smeargle slipped quietly into the forest, and a Dusknoir in the crowd hesitantly pulled himself away from the town.
  14. Tiramisu shrank beside Agatha. Of course she would regret the Shadow Balls. Every time she did something impulsive she regretted it. Of course. The Scizor seemed absolutely miffed to say the least, and that rather frightened her. Those huge claws crashing down - or Guillotine - or... She stopped herself right there. The Scizor had been nothing but law-abiding, and the worst that could happen would be being arrested (maybe by a Magnemite or was that Dusknoir maybe forseeing some sort of tragedy - maybe he know he would have to arrest her and burn her at the stake oh Arceus no stop it) and sentenced to life and kept in a dungeon full of rowdy street Raticates and thrown among the less savory kinds of Trubbish. She absolutely, positively needed to get out of there because she was now a vandal and had attempted to help a wanted outlaw escape. It was obvious that the police would have some very high bounty on her head and she would doubtlessly be killed upon arrest because she was just a terrible Pokemon. The Meowth tugged feverishly at Agatha, hurriedly meowing in as hushed a voice as her paranoid head could manage, "Agatha-I-did-it-please-if-you-want-to-get-out-of-here-come-with-me-if-not-I-need-to-go-right-now-but-if-you-want-to-go-I-want-to-help-you-please-I-I-need-to-gooooo!" ---- Reed had mastered the art of ignoring Pokemon, and at the moment Kitty seemed to be the ideal paper for practicing on. He had also mastered the art of small talk, and Agatha was as good a distraction as any other smitten lover (in his mind, a very good one). He idly twirled his tail around, "Allen? A shiny Lampent, right? Like Sheriff said, we saw some Ditto pretending to be him." The twirling stopped suddenly, and a look of something like realization dawned across the Smeargle's face. In reality it was noticing a perfect opportunity, but all in all on him it looked like he'd forgotten to turn the stove off. (Had he? Of course not, he's the world's best and least forgetful Smeargle. No way he could've dozed off while cooking Sitrus Berry pie. That pie was far too delicious, and he was far too marvelous to destroy it.) He smiled slightly. "Now don't tell Sheriff, but I have a way of knowing about where that little lover of yours might be. Call it..." He shrugged, "Call it an intuition, but it's more like being well-informed. I can lead you to him if you can keep a secret and a day's worth of patience." Reed grinned his usual grin as Agatha called out the Haunter for something he obviously hadn't done. "Now I wouldn't usually do this, but you seem like such a trustworthy girl, haha!" He rolled his eyes, "No, honestly, I'll do anything to give the Sheriff a bit of a pain. He's had it out for me since I met him."
  15. ^^; I read your PM a few days ago I think, then forgot I read it... Sent you a PM, your app is accepted~ EDIT: Also, I'm not accepting anymore character apps now. ^^; It's becoming exceedingly clear how many people I can handle at once.
  16. Reed shrugged. If Sheriff's worst move was Fury Swipes - no matter how much that made his back itch - then he would never pose much of a threat in the long run. Not when it mattered, at least; the last battle had been personal. What surprised the Smeargle, though, was how Agatha was acting towards the Meowth. Were they actually friends in some way? Now that would end up badly when things came to an end if he couldn't... He pushed thoughts of the lake and what would happen later out of his mind. Whatever he would face, he could handle it. He had said so. Obviously bored with Sheriff's hero antics, the Smeargle let his head fall backwards a bit, leaning as far backwards as he comfortably could without falling. Reed's mischievous smile gave away none of his mild worries as he nonchalantly asked Agatha, "What, do you have a thing for Sheriff? You know a lot about him and that little exchange a minute ago..." He laughed, "You two could have been a married couple!" The small, forgotten voice of a nearby Meowth finally piped up again with a, "She could be a stalker, too, though..." and again slowly began its descent into silence with a, "Sorry, sorry - I mean, I..." Reed burst out in a chorus of snickers at this, much to Tiramisu's embarrassed dismay. Tiramisu, meanwhile, batted a part of Agatha's "dress" that drooped down almost to the ground. She mumbled, "Look, I... I could still help you get away if you need it or want it... I know..." I know no one needs my help and I only cause worse things when I try and it always just serves to make me even worse - "You're a solo act, but... I'm, um..." She ceased batting at Agatha's "dress" and folded her paws under herself sheepishly, "I'm afraid what might happen to me now that I said that, hah..." (( sorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorry I have no excuse at all ))
  17. ^^; Guys, I'm going to say right now that as you've already seen, sometimes I'm going to disappear for maybe three days (the amount of time it's been since you PM'd me, Legend) at a time. This isn't a job, and if it begins to feel like one I take a step back so I don't just buckle and quit. If you guys are specifically waiting on me, then PM me politely please; I usually can't tell if you're waiting on me in particular. I'm afraid I can't change the fact that that's going to happen, because I can't change the fact that if this feels like nothing but work I'm going to just pass it off to one of you guys if you want to take it. Sailing, if you're waiting on me specifically then just skip me. Reed has nothing but banter to add right now, and Tiramisu's just watching and waiting.
  18. Nope, they don't count as carried items! Tiramisu has a ton of knick-knacks in her bag, haha~
  19. Just a warning about that, the Legendaries won't be in the same places as in the games. ^w^
  20. "Sheriff, has anyone ever told you that you're no fun? The Pichu'll get home quickly enough; I'm not some Gogoat service." Reed sniffed, and turned curiously to the Mismagius beside Leo. She hardly looked finished, to his eyes; dejected yes, defeated no. Whether she would fight or not was of course her own choice, and he really expected that she'd run. How else would she have escaped the Sheriff's watchful, annoying claws so far? He could appreciate her risky tactics (for obvious reasons), and felt almost certain that she had at least one more up her sleeve. He made quite sure to say so. "That's not all you've got, is it my pretty little lady? Come on!" ------------ Tiramisu trembled. What on Arceus's green planet was she doing? Honestly, even trying to help a criminal - how stupid could she get? But what if the Mismagius wasn't really a criminal? What if the other Meowth was a liar - he certainly could have been, she reasoned. Darkrai took Landorus after they'd left the cave, and who seemed to be the closest to (that terrible fake) Landorus? Leo. Who had been the last to leave the cave? She had no idea, but anyone who would side with that homocidal maniac Landorus had to havesomething wrong with them. ...Right? As the opposition in her mind began to speak up, Tiramisu edged closer to this "Agatha". To the Meowth's complete and utter relief, she hadn't used Perish Song. Despite an obvious lack of care towards her, the Mismagius hadn't hurt Tiramisu in any way, whereas Leo... She quieted herself before the debates could begin, and settled for the fact that Leo had crushed her opinion of rescue teams in general and annoyed her. And what better way to oppose that than siding with this Mismagius? If she could aid in her escape, that would be fantastic - of course it would. But she would make no hasty decisions this time; the Shadow Balls had been stupid. Any assistance she would give would be based on watching that "Sheriff's" movements carefully and maybe providing cover... Tiramisu elected to watch and wait with quiet, conflicted eyes.
  21. I'MALIVEI'MALIVEI'MALIVEI'MALIVE What, people were waiting on me? ^^; Sorry... Not going to lie, I just honestly could not write a single word this past week. No reason whatsoever, I just couldn't touch it. I believe once everyone's done with Laos we can head off to find the Lake Trio or Kyurem then? With the alternate universes/dimensions/etc., I approved the idea because the humans don't exist within any sort of viable distance that they could play a part in the plot. ^^; As for the stumbling in, if it's okay with colourcodedchaos then it could be as a result of Palkia's incapacitation weakening the stability of space.
  22. (( Pardon the double post! ;A; )) I sent out some PMs to people I don't recall having seen post in a while! ;A; I'm sorry for going dead, I'm still stuck on this one idea...
  23. Nonetheless, those people most likely never caught the post I made about my being absent for a week or so... ^^; Although that is a good point. I could send some PMs when I get a chance. I think I'm missing a few people on my list... ONE DOES NOT SIMPLY KILL ONE OF MY RPS
  24. I'm considering doing another of those "post within one/two/three weeks or you're out" things as soon as we leave the first town. Quite honestly, I need people to be checking the OOC thread, so this time I'm just going to put the warning both here and in the RP itself with a bolded reminder to check the OOC thread from time to time; no PMs. ( ^^; As much as I'd try to avoid being lazy, if people don't have a strong enough interest in the RP to check anything to do with it for three weeks, I can't do anything about it. (Of course I'll make the usual exceptions for vacations, depression, illness, grounding, school, etc.) ) With the battle system, I think we'll just stick with the standard RP-style battling all around, though I myself might use damage calculators or the like to have a few surprises~ Legendaries will have the huge amount of HP they had in the games, although they will retain this even if they side with the group. And sailing, that would look absolutely hilarious. Arghhhhh, I can't think of how to introduce this minor character...
  25. (( Cat magic, what can you do? X'D That's absolutely terrible.)) Tiramisu tilted her head, confused. "Capture you? What? I just..." The threat of Perish Song was a particularly strong theme in her nightmares (aside from the Beldum line and a few Hydreigon in particular from some stories she'd read). The idea of a song that could drain the power and - if the legends were correct - the life from you... She shivered at the thought. She pulled herself together, "I was just angry - just don't sing, please? I'll... I'll, um..." Her eyes locked with Leo's. All he reminded her of was the cave, and as she'd only moments ago realized, the cave was not a good thing to remind her of. Nothing but that oppressive authority she'd gone out of her way to avoid, that haughtiness, those cringe-inducing circumstances, and that heat... That heat still burned under her skin; maybe it had been causing her recent temper? She shook her head and turned back to the Mismagius, and on an impulse offered, "I'll help you escape!" ----------------- "Sheriff, I can distract her." Reed had maintained his cool demeanor longer than he thought possible. Of course, he was simply the most fantastic Smeargle to ever live - he momentarily told himself to think that more humbly considering the situation at hand. "You know I can; if Kitty's Shadow Balls did that, then what would a, hmmm..." He grinned, "Surprise meteor shower do?" (( Reed absolutely love nicknames, and if each of your characters do not have a nickname by the end of this roleplay, you get your money back. ))