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Jeesh. She doesn't like Nat, does she?
How was Nat rude though? D:
She was trying to be nice! Humble even!! It seems she can't even be a teacher without problems.;~;
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Jeesh. She doesn't like Nat, does she?
How was Nat rude though? D:
She was trying to be nice! Humble even!! It seems she can't even be a teacher without problems.;~;
<Snipped quote by Feisty-Pants>
XD
Believe it or not, I actually treasure that one quite a bit. Having it all to myself makes it even moreso.
Anywho, I'll have a response tonight. Prepare for... INTERACTION!
For some reason, that reminded me of a xard in Hearthstone.
"READY FOR ACTION."
Which one does that?
Vix -- Hotheaded Fox
Out of nowhere, a boy intervened on her assault. His coat caught and suffocated the flames, and left her attack completely stopped as a whole. Gritting her teeth in firy, her fists clenched as she glared angrily at the boy. How dare he intervene on her fight?! He wasn't even a Pokémon! Growling beneath her breath, the little fox loathingly stared at the Machamp, waiting for it to make a move, only to suddenly have it stop in its tracks as other trainers stepped in. Another with something that he shouldn't, until a girl with eight badges and a Dragonite stepped into the fray.
As quickly as she had arrived, the fight had ended. The two newbies tucked their tails and ran, leaving Jaden, the intervening boy, and this Dragonite trainer with all their Pokémon accordingly.
Still bristling with anger at the boy who intervened, she subtly walked behind him. With quick inhale, she let a small, white hot ember spout from her lips. Which quickly caught onto the jacket that had stopped her initial attacks. While it was mostly intact, this little white ember would burn a sizeable hole, and make it essentially useless.
Sticking up her nose at the boy, Vix returned to Jaden's side as the trainer asked exactly what was going on. Little beknownst to all of them, they were going to get a quick answer.
Nearby at the Pokemon Trainer House, the two suspicious people had returned. And were once again selling their wares. Vix scowled as she took in their scent. The boy with the Machamp reeked of them, and now she realized very quickly as she listened in that her wariness was well placed. Instead of saying another word, the little fox stormed forward with all the anger that she could possess. With clenched fists, she pushed her way through the crowd, nd this time made very well her point and intention.
"It was these jerks that sold the Machamp to that idiot!" Vix exclaimed with outright fury, pointing at the duet who manned the selling point. "The Machamp reeked of their filkth, and here they are, trying to sell Pokémon again like they're selling common junk." The trainers that had surrounded the table looked surprised ar her as she jumped up on the table, looking pleadingly to them.
"I beseech you, everyone. Do not trade your Pokémon into this scam. Don't! We trust you when you capture us. You put our lives into your hands, so take responsibility for it! Do not betray them for a cheap shortcut just to get badges. Half of the reason to become a trainer is the adventure itself! Pause a second, smell the roses, with your closest friends. Not a mockery of eliminating free will! We are your friends! Not your slaves! Is there truly so much greed in your heart that you'd cast us aside like fodder? Please, I beg of each of you. prove to us, your friends, that we matter more to you than just winning."
Out of nowhere, a boy intervened on her assault. His coat caught and suffocated the flames, and left her attack completely stopped as a whole. Gritting her teeth in firy, her fists clenched as she glared angrily at the boy. How dare he intervene on her fight?! He wasn't even a Pokémon! Growling beneath her breath, the little fox loathingly stared at the Machamp, waiting for it to make a move, only to suddenly have it stop in its tracks as other trainers stepped in. Another with something that he shouldn't, until a girl with eight badges and a Dragonite stepped into the fray.
As quickly as she had arrived, the fight had ended. The two newbies tucked their tails and ran, leaving Jaden, the intervening boy, and this Dragonite trainer with all their Pokémon accordingly.
Still bristling with anger at the boy who intervened, she subtly walked behind him. With quick inhale, she let a small, white hot ember spout from her lips. Which quickly caught onto the jacket that had stopped her initial attacks. While it was mostly intact, this little white ember would burn a sizeable hole, and make it essentially useless.
Sticking up her nose at the boy, Vix returned to Jaden's side as the trainer asked exactly what was going on. Little beknownst to all of them, they were going to get a quick answer.
Nearby at the Pokemon Trainer House, the two suspicious people had returned. And were once again selling their wares. Vix scowled as she took in their scent. The boy with the Machamp reeked of them, and now she realized very quickly as she listened in that her wariness was well placed. Instead of saying another word, the little fox stormed forward with all the anger that she could possess. With clenched fists, she pushed her way through the crowd, nd this time made very well her point and intention.
"It was these jerks that sold the Machamp to that idiot!" Vix exclaimed with outright fury, pointing at the duet who manned the selling point. "The Machamp reeked of their filkth, and here they are, trying to sell Pokémon again like they're selling common junk." The trainers that had surrounded the table looked surprised ar her as she jumped up on the table, looking pleadingly to them.
"I beseech you, everyone. Do not trade your Pokémon into this scam. Don't! We trust you when you capture us. You put our lives into your hands, so take responsibility for it! Do not betray them for a cheap shortcut just to get badges. Half of the reason to become a trainer is the adventure itself! Pause a second, smell the roses, with your closest friends. Not a mockery of eliminating free will! We are your friends! Not your slaves! Is there truly so much greed in your heart that you'd cast us aside like fodder? Please, I beg of each of you. prove to us, your friends, that we matter more to you than just winning."
Annaveya IV -- Quite the Surprise
While she was healing Zakroti, she saw his guard tense, and as a response so did she. It was reflexive, defensive, but all the same he did not take action against her life. So she continued on her way once the magic had ceased. As he spoke surprised to have heard what was supposed to have been his native tongue, she blinked in befuddlement. His version of Drakken was rife with grammatical problems and errors. It seemed in spite of his people's oppression of hers, he had instead proven more adept in the Gemminite tongue.
When she heard that his guardian disliked her family, her stance in confusion only increased as a result. What troubles had her bloodline caused a Drakken of all things? It seemed impossible to say the least. Yet even despite such impossibility, she offered him her apology in his native tongue.
<"For whatever affronts my family hath wounded you, I sincerely apologuze on their behalf."> She softly spoke to Vain in his native tongue. <"I hope that we in this moment in time can see past our bloodline's conflicts, and work with one another.">
With a low bow following suit to Vain, the Princess turned her gaze and attention back purely upon Zakroti. He had spoken of doubt that she would even be his bride, and it caused a hint of concern in her eyes. Myria had told her that this man was chivalrous, but she hadn't expected him to still be honorably at the beck amd call of his elders. So deeply in fact, that he would forfeit her to whomever asked.
It was stunning really, and it caused a brief lapse of hesitation on the Princess' part as he asked if they should prepare to leave. In response, she nodded silently and turned two her two handmaidens who carried two cases of clothing.
"Tia, Celes. Please, relinquish my travelling garb from my first case and prepare it for use. Once you have done so, you are relieved from your duties to return home to your respective families. The crown will pay for your work whilst you search for new jobs, since I will no longer be your charge." She stated solemnly, as the two younger girls searched frantically for her clothes. Once spread upon the bed, Anna glanced over her shoulders towards Zakroti and her guards.
"Be off now you two, and Milord, if you would possess the kindness to avert thine eyes. I would find preference in not truly revealing myself until the eve of my wedding." The pair of handmaidens scurried off then, making swiftly for the carriage that had brought her here as Anna closed the first case and then stood beside the bed.
Flexibly reaching for a hidden zipper, the dress came undone. Unraveling in a rippling cascade as within just moments, Anna was standing in the pale moonlight in just thin pieces of purely white silk. Even still, she worked quickly, donning a thicker green dress made out of more sturdy fabrics, and this time extracting two pairs of lightweight snow boots. Lined with thick wool, they would provide plentiful protection in colder temperatures.
The first pair would slide over to Myria, as her adept eyes had caught the lack of protective footwear. And the second would slide onto her own feet. Then wrapping an fur coat of wolven fur about her shoulders, she glanced back to her childhood friend with a reassuring smile as she asked if Anna was ready to depart.
"Let us be off then, shall we?" She quipped, as she seemed to even make heavier wintry clothes seem charming to the eyes. "We musn't dampen the progress of our fate."
Plucking up her own cases of clothing, the Princess looked back up Vain.
<"On your lead then, Ser Vain.">
While she was healing Zakroti, she saw his guard tense, and as a response so did she. It was reflexive, defensive, but all the same he did not take action against her life. So she continued on her way once the magic had ceased. As he spoke surprised to have heard what was supposed to have been his native tongue, she blinked in befuddlement. His version of Drakken was rife with grammatical problems and errors. It seemed in spite of his people's oppression of hers, he had instead proven more adept in the Gemminite tongue.
When she heard that his guardian disliked her family, her stance in confusion only increased as a result. What troubles had her bloodline caused a Drakken of all things? It seemed impossible to say the least. Yet even despite such impossibility, she offered him her apology in his native tongue.
<"For whatever affronts my family hath wounded you, I sincerely apologuze on their behalf."> She softly spoke to Vain in his native tongue. <"I hope that we in this moment in time can see past our bloodline's conflicts, and work with one another.">
With a low bow following suit to Vain, the Princess turned her gaze and attention back purely upon Zakroti. He had spoken of doubt that she would even be his bride, and it caused a hint of concern in her eyes. Myria had told her that this man was chivalrous, but she hadn't expected him to still be honorably at the beck amd call of his elders. So deeply in fact, that he would forfeit her to whomever asked.
It was stunning really, and it caused a brief lapse of hesitation on the Princess' part as he asked if they should prepare to leave. In response, she nodded silently and turned two her two handmaidens who carried two cases of clothing.
"Tia, Celes. Please, relinquish my travelling garb from my first case and prepare it for use. Once you have done so, you are relieved from your duties to return home to your respective families. The crown will pay for your work whilst you search for new jobs, since I will no longer be your charge." She stated solemnly, as the two younger girls searched frantically for her clothes. Once spread upon the bed, Anna glanced over her shoulders towards Zakroti and her guards.
"Be off now you two, and Milord, if you would possess the kindness to avert thine eyes. I would find preference in not truly revealing myself until the eve of my wedding." The pair of handmaidens scurried off then, making swiftly for the carriage that had brought her here as Anna closed the first case and then stood beside the bed.
Flexibly reaching for a hidden zipper, the dress came undone. Unraveling in a rippling cascade as within just moments, Anna was standing in the pale moonlight in just thin pieces of purely white silk. Even still, she worked quickly, donning a thicker green dress made out of more sturdy fabrics, and this time extracting two pairs of lightweight snow boots. Lined with thick wool, they would provide plentiful protection in colder temperatures.
The first pair would slide over to Myria, as her adept eyes had caught the lack of protective footwear. And the second would slide onto her own feet. Then wrapping an fur coat of wolven fur about her shoulders, she glanced back to her childhood friend with a reassuring smile as she asked if Anna was ready to depart.
"Let us be off then, shall we?" She quipped, as she seemed to even make heavier wintry clothes seem charming to the eyes. "We musn't dampen the progress of our fate."
Plucking up her own cases of clothing, the Princess looked back up Vain.
<"On your lead then, Ser Vain.">
Sorry that took me so darn long, Study group ran super late and then familial people dragged me out all day. >.> I'll post for sia next time, promise. (mostly the reason I didn't this time is cause I don't remember her color code off the top of my head and my ipad absolutely hates going back through and editing things in the middle of a document. Yay, stupid technology.)
Miry getting jelly of Anna. Bah. There's nothing to be envious of. ^^
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Not to worry. Aside from you, me, and Sangre, not a soul (or ginger) has ever laid eyes on that file. And you have my word that it will stay that way as long as I live.
Or ginger, huh.
Who am I kidding, I don't have a soul.
And dang right! I don't want my drunk musings all over the place!
I forgot this existed, and I'm even still subbed to it! XD
@Feisty-Pants Make a 1x1 of it you say? xD
It'll take a bit, but I can plug some time into tracking down whatever I'm missing on the hard drive. Then I suppose we could either dinl with this one or start a new one (the latter is probably easier so I can use multiple posts to do Story Thus Far, I have reason to believe we've well over 150,000 characters invested in it).
O_o
Holy crap.
<Snipped quote by Feisty-Pants>
In my defense, due to format of transmission I had to save it in order to read it.
But yes, I have almost that entire series saved, aside from a handful that are buried somewhere in the 300 some odd pages of PMs that I still want to go get at some point.
I can delete some or all if you like though.
No no. It's okay. That was a glorious PM RP. If you have it all, we could restart it as a 1v1. Mind you..excluding the parts that I wrote while drunk.
<Snipped quote by Feisty-Pants>
Having seen a number of them over the years? Yes, it is. I've got a lot of them saved so I can re-read them at will. The one that launched a romance in particular is one of my favorites ^__^
Hmm. I think I might make an Eevee, probably going to have it become an Umbreon. That could be fun I think.
Oh dear God.
YOU SAVED THAT?!?!?!
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