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A Trainers Ambition [SporkoBug and Calle]

As Andy walked outside, Penalopy made herself visible but she kept low to keep herself hidden from human eyes. "Well, yes, he hasn't been good, but was he officially banned from our ranks by Arceus? Because if Arceus didn't Darkai can still enter StarFall. And Arceus can only ban Pokémon if there is evidence his rules were broken. Darkrai is cunning, he'll know how to cover the tracks that lead to him, so while we suspect he is behind a lot, there are things we can't prove, can we? And torturing a human, as sad as it is, is for several of our family not really important, that doesn't break any rules, because humans torture Pokémon too, according to them."

Michael listened to Frosiien and Penalopy. He had felt better when Frosiien listed all the reasons why Darkrai wouldn't be welcome, but that feeling soon dissolved when Penalopy countered with her question and remarks. He hoped Darkrai was banned, but if the others still saw him as a legendary Pokémon too, he might not be.

Mindy entered the common room and noticed the large group of humans and Pokémon, recognising most of them. She walked over, quickly waved at Gavin and went to where Niccia and Michael were.
"This probably isn't the best location to be gathering," she said. "Soon we'll see more trainers entering and leaving this place and a group this big draws attention to itself."

Paranormal Activities [SporkoBug and Calle]

When Steph nodded, Benjamin went to the door and walked to her new room. The furniture there would be the same as in her old room; just the basic needs to allow agents to change their clothes and sleep there. He walked passed the dent in the wall where Gaia had crashed into. That would have to be repaired, but it probably would take a day or two before there would be people working on it.

What an eventful day. Hopefully the next day would be a little less exciting.

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"We are getting quite divers, yes," Stuart said, "although not by choice I'd say. I mean, sure, they accepted the dragongirl and the aliengirl as agents, and in the past the agency had hired a vampire or a demon as special agent for specific missions, but that is rare. The recent changes were unplanned and transformed agents that cause no harm can't be discharged, according to Article 12. I'm sure you are still wanted, but I wouldn't use the recent events to say the agency as a whole is more divers and open to agents of other kinds."

He had opened the program where he could make the new file and he started typing the things he already knew. "When you're ready, and if you consent, would you please undress so I can examine your body?"

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The agent looked at the hand, then at the spider who apparantly was called Y'moph, and he quickly shook it. "Alex. The poles are over there, Jim overhere has the map they have to be put in the ground. We'll add a gate too and give they key of the lock to you, so you can leave when you need to."
He noticed he got a message and took his phone to check it. "Oh, and our agency has some questions about the transformation of our agent, if you have time for that."

Microfiction and Poetry Contest Hall of Fame

MF&P #2 - Stars

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Interstellar

Oh look to the heavens and despair,
Stare into the emptiness from below,
No distant beauty that was never there,
Fair stars which burned out long ago,

They who once had shined so bright,
Night must come to follow every day,
May stars guide us by their dying light,
Might we too soon lose our way,

Centuries traveled to reach the eye,
Why journey forth as distant memories,
Sentries blinking hung upon painted sky,
Die then in your cosmic serenity,

One by one winks out each star,
Far fates destined to be undone,
None remain reaps the repertoire,
Are certain ends which had begun,

Trust in them who are gone,
Spawn ripples as they combust,
Just as from them we live on,
Dawns a new star from the dust.

Microfiction&Poetry contest #2 - voting and feedback

The voting period has now closed. With a diverse set of entries, we had a diverse set of votes.

Stars, The Stars and Written In The Stars each got one vote, but the winner is Interstellar with 2 votes.

Interstellar will be added to the hall of fame soon.

I want to thank everyone who joined; I enjoyed reading your take on the prompt. And I want to thank the reviewers and voters too.

To give a sneak preview of what is to come:
In October there will be a new RPGC writing contest and even though the last art contest didn't go very well, I'm going to host a new one.
In November there will be no contest on the site as it is NaNoWriMo.
At the beginning of December there will be a microfiction and poetry contest again.
And we'll start the new year big with both an RPGC and an Art contest.

So keep an eye on the sidebar and the Writing Contest and Gallery subforums.

The insane asylum

As you can see, I am now a contest mod on this site :)

Otherwise there isn't much to teel I try to write as much as I can in my free time and I have kept myself busy by watching the sketches/skits of Viva La Dirt League and their D&D campaigns. They are very funny. I may have binged through their playlists on youtube just a bit XD

Microfiction&Poetry contest #2 - voting and feedback

The last 12 hours of the voting period has begun. Thank you to everyone who has voted so far.

Zombies! (Lyly & Calle - Dutch RP)

Het is maar goed dat ik niet zo snel ben met reageren dan :)

The insane asylum

Hey, welcome back :)

I'm still active in this site, so I have no objections with continuing this roleplay.

Zombies! (Lyly & Calle - Dutch RP)

Ik heb voor mijn laatste post de tankstations en de opslagtank wat bestudeerd en ik ben tot de conclusie gekomen dat Andy niet in staat zal zijn om in de benzine-opslag te komen, die waarschijnlijk toch leeg is.
De aansluiting voor tankwagens zit verzegeld met dikke sloten waar hij geen werktuigen voor heeft om open te breken, en een pomp hacken kan hij ook niet.

Zombies! (Lyly & Calle - Dutch RP)

Andy luisterde naar het voorstel; het klonk redelijk dat zij de winkel zou bekijken en hij de pompen, al maakte hij zich wel zorgen over wat er in de winkel verborgen kon zijn. Andere plannen had hij niet, maar hij grinnikte toen ze vroeg of hij zou wegrijden.
"En jou de mogelijkheid ontnemen dat je in mijn aanwezigheid kunt verblijven?" antwoordde hij grijnzend. "Dat kan ik je niet aandoen."

Hij sloot de auto - hij wilde niet dat hun auto gestolen zou worden door iemand anders - en liep naar de eerste pomp. Het display was zwart, maar toch haalde hij de slang eruit en duwde op de knop om te zien of er iets uitkwam. Niets dus. Had deze tankstation geen stroom meer? Was er een mogelijkheid om in de opslagtank te komen? Die moesten toch ook gevuld worden. Hij ging op onderzoek uit; hij bekeek de pomp zelf en inspecteerde de plek waarvan hij vermoedde dat de tankwagens de benzine in konden pompen. Terwijl hij alles bekeek en probeerde de bedenken hoe hij erbij moest komen, luisterde hij naar verdachte geluiden. Als Mae hulp nodig had zou hij meteen in actie moeten schieten.

De stilte die hier heerste was onheilspellende; normaal gesproken was een snelweg een constante bron van lawaai. De vogels zongen ongehinderd hun lied en een zachte wind ruiste door de bomen. Als hij op vakantie zou zijn zou deze rust geweldig zijn; nu was het een herinnering aan teloorgang van de mensheid. Hij keek vaak over zijn schouder; het laatste wat hij wilde was aangevallen worden omdat hij niet goed oplette.