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Dext, what type of government does Aega have? I'm planning on having my character come from a noble family, possibly one that has some amount of political influence, if that's alright.
Extremely interested, as well! :D I really like the cultural aspect to the types of magic.
Juliette was on the edge of her seat as she watched the battle, eyes sparkling with excitement and a big smile on her face. She could feel Locke restlessly flitting by her shoulder, clearly just as wonderstruck as her. Wowzers. So that's how a champion fights! She'd always thought she was a pretty great trainer, and even though engineering remains her true passion, she took pride in her abilities as a trainer. Sure, her battle style wasn't the most conventional and she'd be hard-pressed to call it infallible most of the time, but it got the job done. She racked a pretty solid number of victories over the years.
Jay Rayne was on a whole other level, though. As confident as she was with her skills, she knew she needed a lot more work to be on par with him.
Watching the battle left energized, so Juliette was rearing to go. With Nova already back, beauty resting in its Pokeball after it returned from its dive, she supposed she should get going soon. She was stalling long enough as it is and those fussy lab aides waiting for her might get impatient soon. Not like they wanted her there anyway.
Juliette grabbed her Holo Caster from the small satchel attached on her belt and checked her inbox. Twelve new video messages, all complaining about her tardiness, and she was currently only two minutes late! She scrunched her nose in disdain as she sent them a quick video message of her own, childishly making faces in response. Those lab aides had never stopped making their blatant disapproval of her known ever since she was chosen as the lead engineer, just because she was younger than them. If there was another place she could go, she would much rather not have to work with them on a daily basis.
As if on cue, the trainer who offered to officiate ex-champ's match, called out to her. What did he say he was again? Self-proclaimed lead ranger? He was going to guide Jay around the island, and he was offering the same services to her. Juliette glanced back down at her Holo Caster as it beeped, signifying the incoming messages. She didn't need to open them to know that they were just more condescending messages telling her to hurry. Instead of replying, Juliette stuffed the device back in her satchel. Screw that. She was a freakin' genius and all her tools are in her bag—she can work on their software from wherever she wanted. She didn't need to go in their lab.
"Hey, wait up!" Juliette called, running after the two and beckoning Locke to follow her. Jay Rayne was already a couple of feet ahead, barely acknowledging his tour guide as he headed for Dartmouth Isle. He wasn't much of talker, was he? At least Mr. Ranger seemed friendly enough.
"So, where are we headed?" Juliette asked the dark haired trainer as she caught up to him. Then, remembering her manners, she extended her hand to him in belated introduction. "I'm Juliette, by the way."
Jay Rayne was on a whole other level, though. As confident as she was with her skills, she knew she needed a lot more work to be on par with him.
Watching the battle left energized, so Juliette was rearing to go. With Nova already back, beauty resting in its Pokeball after it returned from its dive, she supposed she should get going soon. She was stalling long enough as it is and those fussy lab aides waiting for her might get impatient soon. Not like they wanted her there anyway.
Juliette grabbed her Holo Caster from the small satchel attached on her belt and checked her inbox. Twelve new video messages, all complaining about her tardiness, and she was currently only two minutes late! She scrunched her nose in disdain as she sent them a quick video message of her own, childishly making faces in response. Those lab aides had never stopped making their blatant disapproval of her known ever since she was chosen as the lead engineer, just because she was younger than them. If there was another place she could go, she would much rather not have to work with them on a daily basis.
As if on cue, the trainer who offered to officiate ex-champ's match, called out to her. What did he say he was again? Self-proclaimed lead ranger? He was going to guide Jay around the island, and he was offering the same services to her. Juliette glanced back down at her Holo Caster as it beeped, signifying the incoming messages. She didn't need to open them to know that they were just more condescending messages telling her to hurry. Instead of replying, Juliette stuffed the device back in her satchel. Screw that. She was a freakin' genius and all her tools are in her bag—she can work on their software from wherever she wanted. She didn't need to go in their lab.
"Hey, wait up!" Juliette called, running after the two and beckoning Locke to follow her. Jay Rayne was already a couple of feet ahead, barely acknowledging his tour guide as he headed for Dartmouth Isle. He wasn't much of talker, was he? At least Mr. Ranger seemed friendly enough.
"So, where are we headed?" Juliette asked the dark haired trainer as she caught up to him. Then, remembering her manners, she extended her hand to him in belated introduction. "I'm Juliette, by the way."
I'll get one up soon. :D
Finally posted! :)
It's a bit rushed, though. I just didn't want to hold you guys back any longer.
It's a bit rushed, though. I just didn't want to hold you guys back any longer.
Luke had always been a reflexive person. His body reacted a lot faster than his mind, and sometimes (or a lot of the times) he would have finished whatever he was doing before he'd even realize that he did it. Like that one time, when he and his parents were taking a boat ride to this remote island, his favorite cap was blown away by the wind. He had instinctively jumped for it, diving into the sea to reach for it. It was only after he had retrieved it that he realized what he had just done, and as his mind slowly caught up, he remembered that he didn't know how to swim in the first place. You could guess what happened next. His dad had to go in after him, and he wasn't allowed to leave their hotel room for three days.
But he was digressing. Point was, Luke was quick to react, whether he liked it or not.
His finger was on his nose the moment Anwen called out the game, and his feet were carrying him down the hallway and through the first opened room he came across. He was only vaguely aware of the others as they spread out. By the time his brain caught up, the first thing he realized was that he was under the stairs. There were thumps that came from the ceiling, probably as the others ran upstairs to hide. He was sure that Chris was one of them, as his heavier footsteps were distinctive.
The next thing he realized was that it he was in a cupboard of some sort. Unopened boxes were strewn all over floor, most of them discolored and crumbling, showing their age. There was a dilapidated shelf across from him, with dusty containers, filled with gross-looking substances, lined up by height still on it. Cobwebs were on every nook and cranny. He thought he saw a spider crawl by, but as he tried to get a closer look, the door he'd left ajar had suddenly closed. Now it was too dark to… uh-oh.
And that brings to him to his final realization. His eyes had adjusted quickly to the lack of light, so it didn't occur to him at first. But now that it had, a sudden surge of overwhelming panic coursed through his whole body and he fell to the floor as he tried to steady his suddenly erratic breathing. He frantically searched for his trusty flashlight, but it wasn't in his pockets; he had put it next to Aidyn's lantern outside. His thoughts were becoming jumbled as images of ghosts and demons popped in his head. He scrambled toward the door and immediately reached to open it, but there was only a hole where the knob should have been. In a fit of desperation, he had even thrown his whole body against the door, but it still wouldn't budge.
"No." It came out as barely audible whisper. His eyes were welling up with tears even though he tried hard to keep them back. "No no no."
His knees gave in then, and he felt any reaming strength he had seeped from him. He sat huddled against the door, arms wrapped around his head and eyes screwed shut.
But he was digressing. Point was, Luke was quick to react, whether he liked it or not.
His finger was on his nose the moment Anwen called out the game, and his feet were carrying him down the hallway and through the first opened room he came across. He was only vaguely aware of the others as they spread out. By the time his brain caught up, the first thing he realized was that he was under the stairs. There were thumps that came from the ceiling, probably as the others ran upstairs to hide. He was sure that Chris was one of them, as his heavier footsteps were distinctive.
The next thing he realized was that it he was in a cupboard of some sort. Unopened boxes were strewn all over floor, most of them discolored and crumbling, showing their age. There was a dilapidated shelf across from him, with dusty containers, filled with gross-looking substances, lined up by height still on it. Cobwebs were on every nook and cranny. He thought he saw a spider crawl by, but as he tried to get a closer look, the door he'd left ajar had suddenly closed. Now it was too dark to… uh-oh.
And that brings to him to his final realization. His eyes had adjusted quickly to the lack of light, so it didn't occur to him at first. But now that it had, a sudden surge of overwhelming panic coursed through his whole body and he fell to the floor as he tried to steady his suddenly erratic breathing. He frantically searched for his trusty flashlight, but it wasn't in his pockets; he had put it next to Aidyn's lantern outside. His thoughts were becoming jumbled as images of ghosts and demons popped in his head. He scrambled toward the door and immediately reached to open it, but there was only a hole where the knob should have been. In a fit of desperation, he had even thrown his whole body against the door, but it still wouldn't budge.
"No." It came out as barely audible whisper. His eyes were welling up with tears even though he tried hard to keep them back. "No no no."
His knees gave in then, and he felt any reaming strength he had seeped from him. He sat huddled against the door, arms wrapped around his head and eyes screwed shut.
That leaves me partner-less! Was there anyone else who needed one?
Ahh, sorry! There's a couple of things I still need to do today, but I'll try to get something up by tonight or tomorrow morning. If I'm holding you guys off too long, then please feel free to go ahead. I'll just make sure to catch up! :)
I'd like to throw in my interest! :)
That was a fun match! No one can touch the ex-champ~ ;D
So is it my turn again or are you going to move things along, onion?
So is it my turn again or are you going to move things along, onion?
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