KaBling
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Time flies, right?
25/06/2024
25/06/2024
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Anything for IC, anyone? I gotta post in DA, alright.
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My bloody head.
First thing's first: not only was I completely inexperienced with flying, but also having to deal with freak weather replaced with sunshine then rain again. That, and other, more hostile Pokemon.
I didn't know how much time passed, and by the looks of things, time would pass faster with that bleed I was carrying, or even slower. Yes, there was a light stream of blood that came out of the wound on my head. The car I had landed on (badly) wasn't in a good shape, and I was thankful I wasn't a car. Probably just my head. So, the rain was making me cold, but at least it would wash my blood away. The fighting seemed quieter here - I was probably somewhere south, maybe slightly to the west, since not many people lived around here. There was decent housing around, but it wasn't like some sort of district currently in demand. Around, buildings stayed empty with signs proclaiming their status of being top-notch houses and whatnot. Of course, there were squatters for the less fortunate people around city, although they'd usually be shooed off before going into some other house.
Anyway, checking if the owner of the car was around, I decided to take a little walk. Flying would definitely be off the books for now, and my ears were howling with sounds. I still didn't have any idea where that metallic scrapping was coming from. The air was wet and cold and would cause hypothermia sooner or later, and my bleed seemed to stop over time. No possessions was definitely going to be a problem, especially as I lacked money and such.
Meanwhile, behind me... "What happened to my frickin' car?!" I tried to walk away, but I found myself blacking out. Then waking up two seconds later, with my face on the concrete again. I wasn't alright. I dunno what forced me down here.
Within five minutes, I found myself being confronted by a... emotionally-confused owner of a car. He definitely wanted to help me out, but his damaged, customised car said otherwise. It was like a can crushed on one side. "Woah... am I alright, mate?" I didn't think I moved my mouth there.
Sooner or later, I was no longer experiencing wet weather and sudden changes of temperature, but an atmosphere synonymous with a cosy hotel lobby. Of course, outside, it was... well, my current state of health was as damaged as the current state outside. "No, no... argh, sorry about the car..." Vision was blurry, hospital was 'closed' for obvious reasons, medical supplies in the car were all crushed... so, a somehow-surviving hotel lobby with several others seemed alright.
"It's alright. Totaled, of course, but you can't replace a head." So, I think I heard him mention the name 'Bolton' in there. "You stay put, I got a family back at home to take care of." He was genuinely concerned, although before I could thank him, he quickly rushed out the door with a... well, some sort of pistol in his hand. I recognised it as a something-Arms brand weapon, which the name got changed to Bolton Industries... funny, how I was blacking out and trying to remember things.
So, I was stuck in a hotel lobby, with a TV blaring on how a video game CEO reveals 'shocking' information about this guy Ronald discovering some paranormal shit. I was seriously crazy. That, and I would go on an epic adventure which involved punching the shit out of a space fetus.
First, I would help these wankers. Some outside, some inside.
...
My bloody head.
First thing's first: not only was I completely inexperienced with flying, but also having to deal with freak weather replaced with sunshine then rain again. That, and other, more hostile Pokemon.
I didn't know how much time passed, and by the looks of things, time would pass faster with that bleed I was carrying, or even slower. Yes, there was a light stream of blood that came out of the wound on my head. The car I had landed on (badly) wasn't in a good shape, and I was thankful I wasn't a car. Probably just my head. So, the rain was making me cold, but at least it would wash my blood away. The fighting seemed quieter here - I was probably somewhere south, maybe slightly to the west, since not many people lived around here. There was decent housing around, but it wasn't like some sort of district currently in demand. Around, buildings stayed empty with signs proclaiming their status of being top-notch houses and whatnot. Of course, there were squatters for the less fortunate people around city, although they'd usually be shooed off before going into some other house.
Anyway, checking if the owner of the car was around, I decided to take a little walk. Flying would definitely be off the books for now, and my ears were howling with sounds. I still didn't have any idea where that metallic scrapping was coming from. The air was wet and cold and would cause hypothermia sooner or later, and my bleed seemed to stop over time. No possessions was definitely going to be a problem, especially as I lacked money and such.
Meanwhile, behind me... "What happened to my frickin' car?!" I tried to walk away, but I found myself blacking out. Then waking up two seconds later, with my face on the concrete again. I wasn't alright. I dunno what forced me down here.
Within five minutes, I found myself being confronted by a... emotionally-confused owner of a car. He definitely wanted to help me out, but his damaged, customised car said otherwise. It was like a can crushed on one side. "Woah... am I alright, mate?" I didn't think I moved my mouth there.
Sooner or later, I was no longer experiencing wet weather and sudden changes of temperature, but an atmosphere synonymous with a cosy hotel lobby. Of course, outside, it was... well, my current state of health was as damaged as the current state outside. "No, no... argh, sorry about the car..." Vision was blurry, hospital was 'closed' for obvious reasons, medical supplies in the car were all crushed... so, a somehow-surviving hotel lobby with several others seemed alright.
"It's alright. Totaled, of course, but you can't replace a head." So, I think I heard him mention the name 'Bolton' in there. "You stay put, I got a family back at home to take care of." He was genuinely concerned, although before I could thank him, he quickly rushed out the door with a... well, some sort of pistol in his hand. I recognised it as a something-Arms brand weapon, which the name got changed to Bolton Industries... funny, how I was blacking out and trying to remember things.
So, I was stuck in a hotel lobby, with a TV blaring on how a video game CEO reveals 'shocking' information about this guy Ronald discovering some paranormal shit. I was seriously crazy. That, and I would go on an epic adventure which involved punching the shit out of a space fetus.
First, I would help these wankers. Some outside, some inside.
RP on hold until I get my life together by tomorrow.
I can't even update my depression note on Steam to say how I'm currently quite stressed.
Fuck that sheit. Let's continue.
I can't even update my depression note on Steam to say how I'm currently quite stressed.
Fuck that sheit. Let's continue.
Already have.
Now to feel stressed again. Just after a week, again...
Now to feel stressed again. Just after a week, again...
You shouldn't expect me to advance when Sumable just posted 20 minutes ago.
I got school soon.
I got school soon.
Next stop: my own IC for DA.
Eh...
-insert Medic saying 'I have no idea' video-
You really need to do the maths... somehow. The name also belongs to a bank account.
-insert Medic saying 'I have no idea' video-
You really need to do the maths... somehow. The name also belongs to a bank account.
Everybody plucked some Pokes off my ring before heading off to their respective stores. Celes' brother didn't seem to notice everyone around here, while I was busy thinking of scenarios involving my magnets and that bias shop keeper. Spruce went off to buy different supplies and Celes decided to try her luck with the shop keeper, somehow turning his bias into success. Kamina was probably still celebrating love. The sun was up high on a slight angle, and the weather seemed optimal for a little picnic outside.
Meanwhile, getting sick and tired, I decided to go slightly further ahead than anyone else. There was got to be something better to do in Allure Town, other than buying equipment and food. I thought about my Pokes for a second, trying to figure out a way in which my Pokes wouldn't get stolen. There was strange building up ahead, with Pokemon going in with sacks then leaving without anything in their hands.
After navigating some rather still Pokemon, I managed to enter the dark building lit by blue flames. Surprisingly, it was quite bright despite the light being blue. I could then tell this place was a bank... yes, there was a sign outside, but I couldn't see very well thanks to spilling hot chilli into my eye. Hopefully a berry or two would help my vision considerably. Anyway, there were numerous Pokemon around, most of them handling several bags of Pokes and also being some sort of candle Pokemon. Surprisingly, no bags were burnt, at least currently - there were some ashes scattered around the floors.
I will admit I shuddered slightly as a Pokemon approached me from the side. By the looks of things, she was the boss - the biggest Chandelure around. That, and she was made out of platinum. Made me feel a bit jealous, if not envious of her. "Hello." She said, as if recently deceased. "My name is Candace. Can I help you?" Candace had some sort of creepy hiss to her words. As unplanned as this was (seriously, this whole paragraph was improvised), I began to feel a different emotion... did I just experience what Spruce experienced?
"Uh, er... well, as you can see, I'm supporting a ring of Pokes around me, possibly defying physics..." She simply stared, while I looked around nervously and scratching my eye with my hand. She still stared, hovering in the air at the same height. "Yeah, I'd like to deposit about half my ring into an account. Preferably under the name 'Yixin.'" I didn't know why that name came up in my head, and pronounced it in a strange way. I didn't know what was more creepy - her, the name the narrator is desperate to hide YES I KNOW WHAT YOUR BLOODY MIDDLE-, or just me.
Meanwhile, getting sick and tired, I decided to go slightly further ahead than anyone else. There was got to be something better to do in Allure Town, other than buying equipment and food. I thought about my Pokes for a second, trying to figure out a way in which my Pokes wouldn't get stolen. There was strange building up ahead, with Pokemon going in with sacks then leaving without anything in their hands.
After navigating some rather still Pokemon, I managed to enter the dark building lit by blue flames. Surprisingly, it was quite bright despite the light being blue. I could then tell this place was a bank... yes, there was a sign outside, but I couldn't see very well thanks to spilling hot chilli into my eye. Hopefully a berry or two would help my vision considerably. Anyway, there were numerous Pokemon around, most of them handling several bags of Pokes and also being some sort of candle Pokemon. Surprisingly, no bags were burnt, at least currently - there were some ashes scattered around the floors.
I will admit I shuddered slightly as a Pokemon approached me from the side. By the looks of things, she was the boss - the biggest Chandelure around. That, and she was made out of platinum. Made me feel a bit jealous, if not envious of her. "Hello." She said, as if recently deceased. "My name is Candace. Can I help you?" Candace had some sort of creepy hiss to her words. As unplanned as this was (seriously, this whole paragraph was improvised), I began to feel a different emotion... did I just experience what Spruce experienced?
"Uh, er... well, as you can see, I'm supporting a ring of Pokes around me, possibly defying physics..." She simply stared, while I looked around nervously and scratching my eye with my hand. She still stared, hovering in the air at the same height. "Yeah, I'd like to deposit about half my ring into an account. Preferably under the name 'Yixin.'" I didn't know why that name came up in my head, and pronounced it in a strange way. I didn't know what was more creepy - her, the name the narrator is desperate to hide YES I KNOW WHAT YOUR BLOODY MIDDLE-, or just me.
Just got home.
Got myself a 16 GB USB and a basketball.
Got myself a 16 GB USB and a basketball.
Need to post.
Can't do so until I come home from a game of table tennis. Probably will take 4 hours.
Can't do so until I come home from a game of table tennis. Probably will take 4 hours.
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