PrincePierce

Men vs. Women Race to 1000

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Men vs. Women Race to 1000

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Pokémon Village

@Thecrash20
Nah, you can be whatever you want as long as you're not legendary!

@ModeGone
Eh, it's more sandboxy. If you wanted to make a team or send a team to do stuff, that's up to you. I do have some events and a big arc planned though.

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Men vs. Women Race to 1000

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Pokémon Village

So, I'd like to start up a thing that's kind of Mystery Dungeon-y but more about the town than the adventurers. Like Animal Crossing or Harvest Moon but Pokémon.

Ink On Your Soul - Reboot (Members Needed!)

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Viktor Polzinov

"Long Island, coming right up," Viktor smiled, nodding and turning behind him to begin drink construction. He prayed silently in his head that this was not the night. He didn't want to have to deal with it if this being felt that soulmate connections meant that there was no other option, and suddenly be at his door at six in the morning, wanting in to make waffles. Of course, that was really specific, but the sentiment still stood. Viktor was not about to facilitate some ridiculous social standard.

It took nearly no time at all for him to forge the cosmopolitan. Long Island Ice Teas were so incredibly common he had them memorized. With back still turned, he decided to indulge a little himself, and took a shot of bourbon. He would normally have sipped at it and enjoyed it, but being sober wasn't in his future and shots were the fastest way to go about it. With the bourbon now warming his belly and distracting him, he placed the mixed drink in front of the patron.

"Here you go. Let me know if there is something else I can do for you," he nodded and pat the bar with an open palm. Maybe he wouldn't notice or maybe Viktor was just having hallucinations. He had always heard rumors of his babushka being an old mad crone of a witch.

Ink On Your Soul - Reboot (Members Needed!)

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Viktor Polzinov

He asked for something to happen, and lo-and-behold, Viktor received it. His wrist began burning, exactly where that stupid name on his flesh was. Licking his lips and closing his eyes for just a second to compose himself and push the slight irritation to the back of his mind. He looked up, noticing someone flag him down. This guy had never been here, at least not while Viktor had been working. A sigh escaped him, and he knew, deep down in his gut of guts, this was that damned name on his wrist. Nevertheless, he approached.
"Hello. What could I get for you?" he asked, his accent thick, but not so much so as to make him hard to understand. He put on his best smile and adjusted is glasses, pretending to wipe down the counter as any bartender would in any movie that had been made ever.

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Viktor Polzinov

"Sure," Viktor scoffed, wiping out the inside of the umpteenth shot glass of the night while he eyed down the lonely old entrepreneur who came in here every other day to drown his sorrows in shots of Jamison. "I believe everything you are conveying to me, Ed," he continued, words dripping thick with sarcasm. The drunk man, Ed, could never tell that Viktor was being sarcastic, so he always did his complaining to Viktor, who really didn't care enough to cut him off. Ed could cry and tell Viktor everything that ever happened to him. Work would get done without a slow down.

Viktor looked at the wall, watching the clock move with a snail pace. This was gonna be a long, boring, typical night. He could feel it. Especially with the rain slowing business. It was better than miles of snow, he supposed, but he'd rather be home if it was going to rain at all. He could watch the rain on his window and let his boys sleep on his chest in his dark apartment, let some music play in the background or something. Some self-care, y'know? But that wasn't how it happened anymore.

Sighing, Viktor poured ol' Ed another glass, half listening to him bitch about his younger sister marrying his best friend. Considering the emptiness of the bar, he considered pouring himself a shot or two, but figured that wouldn't make the time pass any faster. If only something would happen to jazz up the old bar. Or even just Viktor's night.