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The Uisilons

No need to apologize! We all have family priorities :)
Are we allowed to start round 3 now? Or should we still wait for the other characters to get posts up?

Whispers of Trinity *limited

PMed Blackthorn and jman in regards to their Whispers. Still waiting on SUN and Nightwing to finish up the basics of their CSes before PMing about potential Whispers. Will still need a few more players before we can get an IC up and running. Promote if you know anyone who would enjoy, and until then... we'll just hurry up and wait! :) I'm in no rush. Quality takes time.

X-men Noir: Let The Good Times Roll

Dude, Yoshi. I love it!

Pokemon: In The Shadow of a Rainbow

Whew. Done.

Pokemon: In The Shadow of a Rainbow

The Cipher grunt's head also bobbed as it attempted to keep track of the swirling Mareep. He began to get dizzy and stumbled backwards, hitting the tree trunk with an audible thunk. The Mankey above brought its paws together at its mouth and grunted happily, Mankeey, keey!, before jumping through a series of treetops to safety. The man narrowed his eyes at Jorie, who flashed a devious smile in his direction and barked a firm order to Maren. His gaze flew to his flustered Taillow, but he was unable to utter a counter-attack as the electric sheep hit its mark solidly in the small bird Pokemon's red chest. Jorie clenched her fist and pumped her elbow backwards at the success. Her golden bangs swept into her bright eyes as she assessed the scene in front of her.

"Forget it, girly. That pretty face of yours isn't gonna be smiling for long! Taillow, use peck!!"

Jorie's muscles tensed as she rapidly processed her and Maren's options. Her eyes lingered on the large oak tree behind the Cipher grunt. Jorie's brain suddenly sparked like the wool on Maren's back. She would have Maren use the leverage from the tree to gain a height advantage on the grunt's Taillow. She released her fists at her side and leaned her body forward in anticipation. Her lips parted, and the sound of her voice penetrated the screeching of the angered Taillow.

"Maren, quick, run up that tree trunk and pin him to the ground!"

The small electric Pokemon dodged a series of nasty pecks, but one struck his side painfully. Arrreeeep! Jorie winced as she heard him cry out, but kept her feet planted steadily, trusting her bold friend would carry out her orders. The Cipher grunt yelped and jumped sideways into a bush filled with a few hidden Combees. Their angry buzzing filled the air as Maren jolted up the tree and pushed himself hard backwards into the air. The ball of fluff weighed more than he looked and the Taillow came crashing to the ground underneath him. It scrambled and flailed its wings helplessly, only working up the static electricity between the two Pokemon, and received a painful, paralyzing shock before fainting pitifully beneath Jorie's Mareep. The Cipher grunt leaped from berry bush and waved his arms above his head frantically. The empowered Combees assaulted him at every opening. He grabbed a Pokeball from his waistline and the Taillow disappeared in a flash of retrieving light.

"Next time, I won't go so easy on you. Owch! Owch! Get away you stupid..."

Jorie didn't catch his last words as he trailed away with a few other retreating Cipher goons. She relaxed her posture, sighed with relief, and raced forward to Maren's side. Jorie slid down onto her knees, ignoring the grass stains, and hugged the Pokemon tightly to her chest. The proud little Pokemon snuggled contentedly into her chest and licked her cheek appreciatively.

"You were awesome, bud. Is your side okay?"

She pulled back the wool and could see a swollen lump of flesh that was prickling with tiny red blood dots. Jorie placed a palm to her face with worry and decided to conceal Maren within his Friend ball until she could get him into a Pokecenter. Jorie stood to her feet and looked around the HQ Garden. It was beginning to calm down, and she spotted Michael, Tyler, and Marie standing with a large Pokemon closer to the Lab. She jogged over to join them, stopping short at Marie's side, and took in the sights of the injured grass Pokemon. Poor things. She thought to herself and placed a delicate hand on her own Pokeball remembering her Mareep.

"Maren got a little roughed up too. Who was that man, Professor? What did he want with your Pokemon?"

Whispers of Trinity *limited

I'll PM you (and any others that would prefer writing the Whisper post this way as well) with my thoughts on your character's Whisper :}

X-men Noir: Let The Good Times Roll

Pokemon: In The Shadow of a Rainbow

I'll work on a post tomorrow ASAP! I just didn't know whether to progress the battle or wait for you, Radd. Would determining the outcome of my NPC battle be considered GMing? I'll do whatever you'd like!

King Arthur and the Knights of the Roundtable

Guinevere giggled under her breath as the man fumbled with his words. She reached out her hand to retrieve the flowers, her delicate fingers brushing over the outer surface of his hand, and pulled them closely to her chest. A stray golden strand of her hair swept into her bright blue eyes and she blinked hard. The sounds of the growing festival crowd filled her eardrums, and she silently thanked the man for not attracting any unwanted attention. Guinevere gathered her blue skirts in her right hand and held to the ragweeds with her other. The white flowers accented her pure, smooth skin, which prickled slightly with goose bumps at the dropping temperature.

The air was thick with smoke from the roasting meats and vegetables, and Guinevere's nostrils happily welcomed the tempting smells. Her rose petal lips parted to reveal two rows of brilliantly white teeth. Her smile broke the awkward silence between the two, and she nodded slightly at the man before beginning around him without any exchange of speech. Guinevere couldn't afford another scolding from her father without publicly shaming him. Despite her stubborn attitude, she didn't desire to purposely push her father past his breaking point. As her regal form walked away, she couldn't help but turn once more to look upon the man. His trim, muscular figure was pleasing to look at, and his embarrassed expression was even cute.

"I owe you one. If we ever bump into each other, that is."

Her words were playfully sarcastic and casual, despite her higher standing, and she couldn't help but envy the man's lesser nobility. Guinevere's figure slowly faded into the noisy crowd as she disappeared into the festival's enchanting colors.

X-men Noir: Let The Good Times Roll

Awww! Happy birthday dudes!! We should have a mini celebration. Goes to find appropriate gif. Also, true to my word, I have posted.