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Time flies, right?

25/06/2024

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Well, the mood was quite odd. First, we didn't really know what to do at Celes' house. I knew it was a bad idea at first, but being attacked and having nothing to show for it... I think it was time to politely leave, after all. Maybe when we were older we'd have an actual discussion about life, though not only am I dying, that's honestly bullshit and a waste of time. The doorway. In it, was Pokemon on either side - we had me, who was honestly quite disinterested in life now. On the other side of the door, there was a rather... odd Mudkip. I had no idea what I was about to get myself into by opening the door. While the voice of discipline was drowned out by simple distance, I still felt as if something was trying to communicate. Really, I kinda shrugged and asked 'yes?' with a bit of uncertainty, as to what the heck was happening. Silence. That was what happened. Celes spoke out, but at that point I was just trying to concentrate on the Mudkip. That didn't go so well when he started babbling on trading and throwing around junk in his hands and air. "Uh, hello and goodbye Breen." I haven't really talked to anyone aside from Spruce, Celes and Kamina. I didn't know how to really talk normally to... normal Pokemon. A lot of shit happened, and so far I'm more concerned with what might happen rather than what is happening. So, I asked him to leave. "Speaking of goodbye, can we get going already? II don't want to meet Celes' entire family if it's not gonna give us some mission reward, and we've got more important issues like-" I got a chill, abruptly cutting off my complaint. I just realised the Mudkip was still there, showing off more odd merchandise. Was it a really good idea talking about saving the world in public? We needed to find Giratina's grave alright, though speaking something arguably crazy to another possible crazy probably wouldn't end well. "Er, saving someone's ass or two."
Hey, so, Kablng said he's going to post tomorrow, 'cause today's real busy for him. Also, he's having issues posting, so, maybe someone here could help him come up with ideas.
I just rolled my eyes so hard, they fell out.
I broke my neck today. 420 Qu!ckscope Blazikenati: mhm RandomHo-oh: Hm? 420 Qu!ckscope Blazikenati: good news and bad news 420 Qu!ckscope Blazikenati: good news: turns out, tomorrow's Waitangi Day - in short, it means I have a long weekend 420 Qu!ckscope Blazikenati: bad news: I have to follow my family to the airport to farewell our relatives, from 6 am to 10 am NZ time RandomHo-oh: Oh. 420 Qu!ckscope Blazikenati: also, I have tutoring every thursday now for physics 420 Qu!ckscope Blazikenati: turns out I'm the only one who followed up for the after class I better actually post now.
watch your profamity kablong But yeah, post is up. Go get 'em.
Feckin' hell, you can't tell me what to bloody do with my damn way of life. Now to... post. Oh boy. I'm so frickin' tired.
oh no me grammer time to delay post - at least until zombi posts so i can repond like actual pelpoe
Economic Left/Right: -4.25 Social Libertarian/Authoritarian: -1.03 Gandhi, I'll never forget the day you completed the Manhattan Project...
It's always a fun show when Dinh and anyone else start taking shots at each other.
I dare you to be a part of the show.
You americans and your silly 'american' football. Play rugby. I tell ya it's more rugged, what with no armour. That, and it's actually popular overseas. And we've also got the best rugby team in the world.
Football... finale? wtf are you people on about?
I just kinda blinked at the action that happened in this house. It was nice and all (the house I mean), but the atmosphere was quickly ruined by tension, then replaced by peace, then a bit of fear and paranoia at the Flareon when it came to me... then peace again. This house was weird, though not as dangerous as outside. "Huh. That escalated quickly." I said, trying to pretend afterwards nothing really happened like everyone else did, 'cause it was pretty awkward. Thankfully, even though I was bad with children, these guys clearly had grown so much so that they're willing to fight their elders. Meanwhile, I forgot why we were even here. It was for a brief reunion, but it was actually supposed to be brief. While waiting for everything to be over soon, I heard some noise attributable to... something being slammed into a wall. Curious as to why someone or something would do that on Celes' door, I carefully hovered over mosaic tiles and passed by polished wooden furniture. The thwacking only seemed to get louder as I approached the door. Was this some sort of fish knocking on the door? Kamina was inside, after all. Not risking anything, I noticed how the doorknob was metal. Therefore, I pointed my magnet at the bent doorknob, turning the doorknob downwards with a bit of difficulty, considering this was pretty much magic. "Uh, who're you and how can I help you?" Well, I had opened the door at a bad time. I think we were just introduced to a fanboy. Well, a rather odd one anyway.
If you're familiar with the guards of Metal Gear Solid, that noise entered my head upon briefly catching a Mimiga in my sight. That definitely wasn't a shadow, since it also ducked as quickly as I saw it. "Jesus!" I said under my breath, flicking the safety off of gun and running over long grass and jagged rocks, pointing my pistol downwards. By the time I had my back to the side of the tunnel, I was already panting somewhat - just a typical civilian with a lack of endurance training. Waiting a few seconds to relax, I leaned to my right and peered into the darkness. To my surprise, the place was quite bright, from both old lights flickering like computers from the 80s to a broken skylight on the roof. There was also some sort of... vat. It looked like a giant, decorated chicken egg. I didn't want to find out what was inside, and chances were the Mimigas and soldier wasn't. Oh shit... that isn't special ops, that's a spy! Things went from bad to worse once I pieced together important things in my head. I probably wasn't concentrating - the door on the opposite side of the room had shut without my knowledge. That, and it cut off the smell of rotting meat and got flies to stop buzzing. I didn't know how to do this: I either go to my helicopter to get backup and risk them leaving, or going in myself to get them ASAP. I rubbed my forehead while thinking, lifting my somewhat scratched helmet off to properly wipe away sweat. But, since I was wasting my time trying to decide, I went with entering the tunnel and getting the enemy myself, wearing my helmet again. After entering the large broken gap of the tunnel and carefully stepping over giant cables though, I stumbled back upon hearing roars and just managed to stand by holding onto a giant computer. That was a pretty big roar... and two. "Argh, they're already screwing themselves over anyway." I muttered to myself, wondering why I'm gonna risk my life to chase some spies. I didn't know what happened, but I think I had a minor case of paranoia. Something told me they would live through that. Those people had guts to go into a tunnel like that, and I suppose they could probably live through that. So, walking slowly towards the door, I gripped the rusted handle and turned it, creaking noises prevalent throughout the whole door. Well, fuck me. I had just opened a door to a dragon-fighting tournament. I honestly had no idea what to do. Well, run - one of the dragons had stopped fighting after coughing out water, facing the noise of the door and giving me a death glare. Immediately, I slammed the door, probably breaking the hinges and hurting my ears as if someone's just scratched glass. Sure enough, I was engaged in running and leaping over rocks and grass to my helicopter, while the damn thing was on my tail after ramming the door and jumping on top of computers. I shot a few times at the thing, but all I really did hit was the tunnel in my struggle. I could hear metal clattering from this distance, after all.
I'm all set, KaBling, I'll be here for a long while.
I broke my neck reading that. I'm gonna make an IC post now.
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