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I'll check your app later. Currently at mall for the second time in an hour -.-
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Time flies, right?
25/06/2024
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"Ah, crap. Get back!" The large thing came unusually fast, forcing everyone off-shore while some unlucky Krabby's got squashed. Sure enough, their pincers annoyed the Wailord's belly, since he kept rolling around.
Meanwhile, Celes had quickly skipped back while letting out an attack. It wasn't a good idea to attack the thing, but at the same time it was instinct. I myself had to move back quite a bit, not really a fan of water if anything. "Okay, nobody mention HSOWA unless you want to get squashed." I said to the others, turning my eye from the Wailord to my teammates and back. My Arceus, why the Hell was there a beached Wailord? Surely they're not dumb as whales. (Don't ask. I prefer to squash all memories of that Pokemon now.) I still floated backwards for a few seconds, unsure whether if the damn thing was hostile or just confused. Either way, I really didn't want to know and kept my distance, preferring to save my energy when the time of fighting was to come. "Well, everyone's alright. Except for those crabs and the whale."
Meanwhile, Celes had quickly skipped back while letting out an attack. It wasn't a good idea to attack the thing, but at the same time it was instinct. I myself had to move back quite a bit, not really a fan of water if anything. "Okay, nobody mention HSOWA unless you want to get squashed." I said to the others, turning my eye from the Wailord to my teammates and back. My Arceus, why the Hell was there a beached Wailord? Surely they're not dumb as whales. (Don't ask. I prefer to squash all memories of that Pokemon now.) I still floated backwards for a few seconds, unsure whether if the damn thing was hostile or just confused. Either way, I really didn't want to know and kept my distance, preferring to save my energy when the time of fighting was to come. "Well, everyone's alright. Except for those crabs and the whale."
Damn. Holidays started for me about two days ago.
Anyway, gonna wait for you guys to post then.
Anyway, gonna wait for you guys to post then.
So, heading out into the sunlight, I was positive that the world was odd. Full of pain, full of happiness... something like a rotten Sitrus Berry. One half's rotten, the other half's as fresh as an iceberg.
Regardless, I had a lot to think about as I floated down the plaza. Should I side with Desia for revenge and evil? Davis for heroism and eternal sadness? I didn't have an answer by the time I managed to catch up with the others, avoiding the eye of the perverted shopkeeper while trying to solve a conundrum. Then, a third thought entered my head. I would side with my friends for heroism AND revenge.
Ridiculous. It would be a long road of pain and lost time. But, I would have to do something. Maybe kill Desia, then try to get back at Davis. It would take years and possibly a return from the dead, but hey, who's to say it wouldn't be worth it?
I still felt crushed and sad. Some aspects of the world had begun returning colour, but it didn't help too much. "What are you guys gazing at?" I asked, mid-way of getting to my teammates. Some Krabbys tried to annoy me, but they got zapped easily and ran. Meanwhile, we were sitting ducks as some giant submarine-type thing gathered pace towards shore. "Uh... I'm pretty sure it would be a good idea now to retreat from shore."
Regardless, I had a lot to think about as I floated down the plaza. Should I side with Desia for revenge and evil? Davis for heroism and eternal sadness? I didn't have an answer by the time I managed to catch up with the others, avoiding the eye of the perverted shopkeeper while trying to solve a conundrum. Then, a third thought entered my head. I would side with my friends for heroism AND revenge.
Ridiculous. It would be a long road of pain and lost time. But, I would have to do something. Maybe kill Desia, then try to get back at Davis. It would take years and possibly a return from the dead, but hey, who's to say it wouldn't be worth it?
I still felt crushed and sad. Some aspects of the world had begun returning colour, but it didn't help too much. "What are you guys gazing at?" I asked, mid-way of getting to my teammates. Some Krabbys tried to annoy me, but they got zapped easily and ran. Meanwhile, we were sitting ducks as some giant submarine-type thing gathered pace towards shore. "Uh... I'm pretty sure it would be a good idea now to retreat from shore."
"Cali... what?"
Well, for one, California was quite a certain distance away. For two, who's to say we wouldn't die one the way there?
"Robert, are you alright? You nearly suffocated in that floating rock or something." I could tell that Robert wasn't delusional - he was being serious. I mean, how does one get encased in stone from a magical plate in this world? Divergence was already a problem, but at least we were getting somewhere. "Right, anyway... any means of transport anyone? We'll be quick to die flying or even walking there."
Of course, I remembered though electricity didn't work anymore, magic still worked. Though, we weren't magicians... thankfully, before the time of electricity, there was steam. If I got attacked by an airship in a roleplay based off this, we would be attacked sooner or later. While making Robert's floor rather oily, I did think about the airship. Problem was, that was much later in the roleplay... I couldn't remember how we got to the second world.
Oh yeah. Teleportation. "I got a crazy idea - let's all hold the plate at once and see what happens."
Well, for one, California was quite a certain distance away. For two, who's to say we wouldn't die one the way there?
"Robert, are you alright? You nearly suffocated in that floating rock or something." I could tell that Robert wasn't delusional - he was being serious. I mean, how does one get encased in stone from a magical plate in this world? Divergence was already a problem, but at least we were getting somewhere. "Right, anyway... any means of transport anyone? We'll be quick to die flying or even walking there."
Of course, I remembered though electricity didn't work anymore, magic still worked. Though, we weren't magicians... thankfully, before the time of electricity, there was steam. If I got attacked by an airship in a roleplay based off this, we would be attacked sooner or later. While making Robert's floor rather oily, I did think about the airship. Problem was, that was much later in the roleplay... I couldn't remember how we got to the second world.
Oh yeah. Teleportation. "I got a crazy idea - let's all hold the plate at once and see what happens."
Lugia said
Really? Why can't we keep people in our RPs?
I dunno. Maybe there's someone with a vendetta out there or something.
Either way, it's getting annoying, if not depressing.
Anyway, I just realised 'holy shit, I've merged the Commonwealth together in terms of speaking.'
Yeah, I'm shit with accents, hence why there's a bit in the future where some legendary will be thankful that accents aren't retained. And the bit where I didn't make the CEO speak in English.
Wormgod said
I'm officially dropping out of this roleplay.
Should've seen that coming. You didn't post for a while now.
Well, I somehow posted.
Let me know if you don't get enough info from my post.
Let me know if you don't get enough info from my post.
Thankfully, I didn't suffer a brain breed. I just had a minor dent in my head and such, thanks to all the metal in my body. I wasn't dead, but I certainly didn't feel well trying to talk and stand. In a little ring of misfits were: several juxtapositions involving a tribble and guns, a MBA player with a cupcake, flashing false girl, a fire-breathing slug, some... I dunno, a yoga-boxer champion, and a twisted Hello Kitty. Things felt like an anime.
In my vision (admittedly not too great) as I looked around and heard everything, I could make out a board to stick notes (and that was full of them), a reception desk left empty and cash register partially opened, painting of some beach... then, there was the window behind me and above the coach, looking out into the dying carnage of outside. People were crazy, but not anarchic. Sure enough, my headache came from the TV tipped sideways, with some interview somehow going on in Japan with... look, make it out yourself. Game Freak or some shit trying to deny their role in all of this, what with reporters and police officers around. Strangely, little in terms of Pokemon. Aside from a Porygon who let his voice out. "Mates, I'll be alright. I just got a bit of a headache... someone ought to put the telly upright, thanks." Of course, I had to sit back down, since I had suddenly developed vertigo just by staring at the TV.
Through subtitles I could just make out, I guessed the Porygon spoke out about ripping his ideas of a 'Ronald Bishop.' Naturally, I would have absolutely no idea who the heck he was. He spoke Japanese, but it wasn't too hard to understand... well, the subtitles helped. They included lines such as: "A man called Ronald Bishop discovered them.", "I made the video games not of childhood memories but for profit, as living back then was difficult-"
Screw it. The power got cut, causing the TV to make it's distinctive 'off noise' while the lights kinda popped. The hotel became almost nightly as the rain pounded at our windows. I knew this place would become the stuff of nightmares soon, but it was the problem of whether it would actually happen or not. "Argh... that doesn't help." I didn't know I was responding to anyone. I noticed some keys on the floor, which presumably that helpful man gave me. A tag on the end made of some silver metal pointed out there was a free room on top. "My... my name is Miles Hall... and I'm not dead yet. What are your names, people?" I was supposed to say Pokemon, but... what the Hell.
In my vision (admittedly not too great) as I looked around and heard everything, I could make out a board to stick notes (and that was full of them), a reception desk left empty and cash register partially opened, painting of some beach... then, there was the window behind me and above the coach, looking out into the dying carnage of outside. People were crazy, but not anarchic. Sure enough, my headache came from the TV tipped sideways, with some interview somehow going on in Japan with... look, make it out yourself. Game Freak or some shit trying to deny their role in all of this, what with reporters and police officers around. Strangely, little in terms of Pokemon. Aside from a Porygon who let his voice out. "Mates, I'll be alright. I just got a bit of a headache... someone ought to put the telly upright, thanks." Of course, I had to sit back down, since I had suddenly developed vertigo just by staring at the TV.
Through subtitles I could just make out, I guessed the Porygon spoke out about ripping his ideas of a 'Ronald Bishop.' Naturally, I would have absolutely no idea who the heck he was. He spoke Japanese, but it wasn't too hard to understand... well, the subtitles helped. They included lines such as: "A man called Ronald Bishop discovered them.", "I made the video games not of childhood memories but for profit, as living back then was difficult-"
Screw it. The power got cut, causing the TV to make it's distinctive 'off noise' while the lights kinda popped. The hotel became almost nightly as the rain pounded at our windows. I knew this place would become the stuff of nightmares soon, but it was the problem of whether it would actually happen or not. "Argh... that doesn't help." I didn't know I was responding to anyone. I noticed some keys on the floor, which presumably that helpful man gave me. A tag on the end made of some silver metal pointed out there was a free room on top. "My... my name is Miles Hall... and I'm not dead yet. What are your names, people?" I was supposed to say Pokemon, but... what the Hell.
Of course it does.
Now, I wonder how I'm gonna get a large post up in the 30 minutes of time I have left...
Now, I wonder how I'm gonna get a large post up in the 30 minutes of time I have left...
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