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Progress on my character is going well. Assuming it keeps going at the pace it is atm, my app should done either tomorrow or the day after :]
Arguably you could say those are more of a fighting style than a profession


That do be true. I just figure it'd pay to word it that way in case that counted.

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For the record though, I was actually gonna go for a musician/swordsman. (Well, I say musician, but the true way she'd make a living is more as dancer :/). And she'd be a cyborg too, who has various Dials in her body due to having been fixed up by a Skypiean.

That's as much as I figured out atm. I'll get to work on the app right away
Huh, I was just thinking of making a One Piece RP. This having gotten some traction saves me the trouble.

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I do have question before I start with my app proper. Are we allowed to intertwine certain roles together? Like having a cook who's also a swordsman, or a mechanic/engineer who's also a sniper?

Interactions: Caspian du Thane (@Double)


"I see; so the product would be the beans themselves..." Shaakira wondered how such a process would even work. Wouldn't the customer need to have a mortar and pestle in order to grind the beans? Could they ask the shopkeeper to grind the beans for them? Was that how they came? And how was the customer supposed to use the beans to make the drink in the first place?

Shaakira watched the shopkeeper work on making the drink for her, figuring that doing so would at least answer the vast majority of the questions she had about the whole process. She watched intently, but then something the shopkeeper asked her had distracted her.

"Pardon me but... have we met before by any chance? I swear you look familiar to me but I just can't place it."

"I, uh..." Shaakira hesitated, evidently taken aback by such a question out of the blue, but took a moment to think, "Now that you mention it, you might've been one of the many passengers I saw, when I boarded one of the ships that was headed to Vermillion Port. ...except that was years ago. I can't have been older than ten, maybe even eleven at that time. Are you saying you noticed me that whole time?"

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Before the shopkeeper could respond, Akeeta prodded Shaakira with a couple letters that it just happened to pick up off the ground. One of the letters was addressed to Shaakira herself. The other name she didn't know, so she just placed it on the bench and slid it forward. She looked like she was about to open her letter, but then she saw the insignia on it and froze, dropping the letter itself. Shaakira knew that insignia. It was a summon from the Shogun himself. She didn't need to read the letter to know that. Nor did she want to.

Akeeta looked like it was about to pick Shaakira's letter back up and prod her with it again, but Shaakira stomped on it the seconds her wits came about her again. She didn't want to give it any more attention that it already had.

"Where did you find it, Akeeta?" Shaakira interrogated her companion Parasect.

Akeeta tried to imitate a Golbat flapping its wings. That impression failed on Shaakira in its entirety, but by the way it brought it claws down, she gathered that both of the letters must've dropped from the sky from where said Golbat let go of them. Still, Shaakira's expression had only changed from anger to sadness, as she lifted her long skirt a small amount, just enough to reveal that the toes on that one foot were all pointing to the insignia on the corner of the letter.

"Do you see this symbol right here? That means we got this directly from the Shogun himself, which in turn would suggest that he's summoning us to his castle. There's a number of reasons why he'd do something like this. The recipient could've even done something wrong for all but Arceus knows. That's why..." Shaakira looked over to the shopkeeper, and then back to face Akeeta, "That's exactly why I don't want us to go. Not just yet. I... still need to mentally prepare myself, for one..."
I'll try to get my sheet up by tonight. Failing that... tomorrow I wanna say, but we'll see :/
Eh; I'll give this a shot. I've always wanted throw a standard-ass high school girl in a zombie apocalypse and see if she could make it out alive.

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There any rulings on who exactly gets to take point? Or is that not even up for discussion? :/

Interactions: Himaru Tamaki* (@LostDestiny), Caspian du Thane (@Double)


“You are new here, you know nothing about who any of us actually are."

That wasn't a mere exaggeration; it was a bold-faced lie. Even with those few seconds she spent out there, Shaakira could gauge a lot from everyone that was around her at that time. True, it was in the midst of battle, where push would more often than not come to shove, but she still had plenty to go on nonetheless. From her experience, people would rarely, if ever, change from their ways that from which they'd been set. It was just a matter of figuring out what those ways were right from the start.

"You can tell a lot from one's first impression, y'know," Shaakira tried to tell the woman before she left.

Come to think of it, Shaakira's own first impression left a little to be desired as well. Here she was, thinking she'd done the right thing all along, but yet somehow she made two enemies out of her actions. That alone was enough to temper her faith.

Shaakira looked back towards the Alpha Persian's corpse for a moment. Something was off about that whole battle, she was sure of it. Surely that Pokemon had to know it was being overwhelmed, and it had to have had some form of self-preservation. So why did it keep attacking, and leave its fate to those who would fell it? Shaakira would have to get another perspective from someone else that participated in the fight. But not now; it was still too soon. Shaakira turned back to face Akeeta.

"Let's just go back inside," she told it.

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Sure enough, morning struck. Shaakira opted to skip breakfast this time around. She had too much on her mind to be in the mood to cook anything, and she didn't want to spend money if she could help it. She considered opening shop but, knowing her product, it was a little early to be expecting customers to show up. So instead, she browsed the marketplace to see what Saffron Village had to offer.

Shaakira found herself at a coffee shop. It didn't seem all that out of the ordinary in its own right, but then Shaakira noted the man behind the counter... and seemingly recognized his face. He was one of the rightful passengers to the ship that Shaakira boarded to get to the Kanto region, and wound up stowing away on all that time. But that had to have been more than a couple years ago by this point in time, and Shaakira was a child back then. Surely this man was unlikely to remember seeing her in return... right?

Deciding against hedging her bets, Shaakira instead chose to greet the man like she would any other shopkeeper.

"Hi there. Can I have a cup of the house blend, please?" she asked.

Interactions: William Nelson* (@AThousandCurses), Himaru Tamaki (@LostDestiny)


Sure enough, the beast was swiftly beheaded. Shaakira gasped upon witnessing the gruesome display but, knowing that that was the result she should've expected most, she tried her best to hide her reaction, and ultimately didn't question it. It was a shame that the Persian died; it really was. But if that was the way it was meant to be...

“It died because of you, I hope you know that."

"What?" Shaakira's eyes widened in shock and disbelief as she faced the woman who said this. Her mouth quivered and tears rolled down her face as her very faith came under fire, but just when she was most ready to cry, she steeled her resolve.

"No. I won't let you push the blame of that Pokemon's death onto me!" Shaakira told the woman, "I have no blood on my hands to dictate such a thing, nor was it even my intention! I just... Akeeta and I only wanted to calm it down, that's all."

At the mention of its name, Akeeta got off from the Persian and returned to Shaakira's side. It could tell she was upset, and raised a claw in an offer to try and comfort her. However, it noticed the other woman and her Haunter. Suspecting the woman to be responsible, Akeeta lowered its claw again, and turned to stare down the woman.

"Furthermore, how could you defend such a vile man?" Shaakira asked the woman, "For all you and I know, he could've intended to unleash that destructive Pokemon again and hurt even more people. He certainly seems the sketchy type; perhaps that's what he wanted all along. No-one has the right to ready access of such power... least of those who'd use it to harm innocent people..."

That was what Shaakira believed, anyway. But could she get that through to this other woman? She didn't know...

Interactions: William Nelson (@AThousandCurses)
Combat Actions: Intercepting William's thrown Pokeball; Akeeta uses Leech Life


Shaakira didn't notice the Hail having been in effect until she drew a little closer to the battlefield and got herself pelted by a few hailstones for the trouble, nor did she even see the tunnel that Akeeta had dug. Rather, her tunnel vision had led her to continue her desperate search for the fallen Tauros that effectively summoned her here to begin with. Sure enough, Shaakira heard a man's voice.

"Hey, kid! Get out of here! This isn't a place for a kid to be wandering in!"

"I can't do that!" Shaakira called back, "Not while there's someone out there who's hurt."

However, the second she laid eyes on what the man had in hand, she knew she was right to stand her ground. Shaakira had heard of these accursed contraptions before; they were called Pokeballs, and as far as she was concerned, they were the most evil things man could have ever devised. Shaakira had to stop this guy. Everything was a better option than to let the Persian be captured by those abominations.

"NO!!" before she knew it, Shaakira found herself bolting into the fray, and throwing herself in between man and Pokemon in a valiant effort to intercept the Pokeball's path. Regardless of success or failure in her endeavor, the laws of physics would dictate that she land on the ground with a thud. She slowly got back up, and looked at the man that threw the contraption.

"What in Yveltal's name is wrong with you?" she asked him. She had so much more to say, but lacked the strength to say any of it.

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Akeeta, however, was more concerned with stopping the Alpha Persian from harming Shaakira, or the man it was trying to attack in reality. It lunged at the Persian's left flank with all its might, and dug its legs and claws into the side of it for good measure. Energy began forming around Akeeta's claws, sapping strength from the feral Pokemon and starting to replenish the stamina Akeeta had expended in the attack prior. However, the amount of energy Akeeta could drain from the Persian would depend entirely on how much longer it could hang on...
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