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Izurich...I finally did it. I finished my last final.
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Sorry I haven't been posting. It's been finals week.
Sorry. ;-; I'm just trying to finish my Spanish final, which is actually an honest trailer of The Princess Bride all done in Spanish. xD I also have to make up an assignment from anatomy physiology. Tomorrow, I am free. Lord, free at last!
@Whimsley
I'll try and get a post up tonight. Tomorrow is the last day so I'll be able to make up the posts soon.
I'll try and get a post up tonight. Tomorrow is the last day so I'll be able to make up the posts soon.
I'm probably not going to be able to post tonight...Damn finals.
... [need to double posts to get mentions working]
@Whimsley I did not consider the native ways of measuring length when writing my height, haha...
@Morose@hatakekuro Oh, by the way, I wanted to ask. I'm pretty sure we don't HAVE to if you don't want to, but I'd like us to possibly have ourselves be a group that travels together. So, in the case that you two agree, would you have any advice on how to get this suggestion across to your characters properly so it'll possibly make sense in-character?
I like the idea.
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Same. I have 20 more full days left. Can't wait for it to end. :P
I just want to start my senior project. I'm shadowing an elementary school teacher.
I'll post soon! Studying for AP exams, sorry!
It's all good. I was studying for my finals. Senior year has crushed my soul.
SUZUKI YASHA
Dewmeadow
Current Team: --
Inventory: Potion (1), Pokedollars (500)
Perhaps it was due to his life of farming out in the sticks of Johto, but Yasha was what some would call an early bird though that term was an understatement. He was the living embodiment of a morning person; he always had a constant flow of pure energy running through his veins as if he was a vigoroth. Even if he was lifting pounds and pounds of hay or even wrestling with the tauros back home, he was never tired. Today was no exception. As soon as his eyes opened he sat straight up in the hammock he had hung up the night before. Yes, he hung a hammock up outside the night he arrived in Dewmeadow Town. The strong oak trees were very useful for the vagabond. "Ain't this a beautiful day!" He exclaimed as he hopped out of his hammock, plopping his feet against the wet grassy ground.
Yasha rummaged through his sack and pulled out a piece of beef jerky, perfectly salted and soft enough so that he wouldn't wear his jaw bones down to dust, courtesy to the monks back home. As he ate his meager breakfast, Yasha did wonder how the monks were doing back home in Johto. He missed them: him missed the monks, the farm, the cattle, the village folk. All of it. But he wouldn't let his spirits be rained down! This was his journey to see what his birth land was like, a spiritual journey! The monks had spent much of the temple's funds in order to send him to the Huji region. He couldn't fail them now!
With his spirit rekindled, Yasha made his way through the town as fast as his legs would carry him, right after he packed up of course. The townsfolk that were up were most likely puzzled with just who this young boy running through the town was. They've never seen someone like him around their town. While running around he did ask directions to the professor's lab, but many refused to talk to him. They seemed to be paranoid about strangers though he wasn't exactly sure why.
Soon enough he was able to find the lab, along with two others that had arrived there only moments before him though he wasn't thinking much of them. His attention was completely focused on the marvel that was the lab. All his life he had lived in a village that, while not that behind the times in terms of technology, could be hardly called modern. This was the first time he had never seen a building that looked so futuristic for lack of a better word. It was intimidating.
His focus on the building was torn away when the two others, a boy and a girl, were suddenly very interested about him, especially the girl who seemed to be rather forward. Yasha stared at her for a second, and boy, his chest could hardly contain his pounding heart. This girl was pretty, really pretty. Yikes, he could get lost staring in here eyes! He was only lucky to have the boy reach out for handshake and introduced himself in such a shy manner. "Aw shucks Rowan, ya don't need to be so shy! The name is Suzuki Yasha, just call me Yasha!" He spoke with a heavy southern accent that was filled with cheer.
The boy turned to look back at Mara with a bright grin. "I'm from Johto! What's ya name?"
Dewmeadow
Current Team: --
Inventory: Potion (1), Pokedollars (500)
Perhaps it was due to his life of farming out in the sticks of Johto, but Yasha was what some would call an early bird though that term was an understatement. He was the living embodiment of a morning person; he always had a constant flow of pure energy running through his veins as if he was a vigoroth. Even if he was lifting pounds and pounds of hay or even wrestling with the tauros back home, he was never tired. Today was no exception. As soon as his eyes opened he sat straight up in the hammock he had hung up the night before. Yes, he hung a hammock up outside the night he arrived in Dewmeadow Town. The strong oak trees were very useful for the vagabond. "Ain't this a beautiful day!" He exclaimed as he hopped out of his hammock, plopping his feet against the wet grassy ground.
Yasha rummaged through his sack and pulled out a piece of beef jerky, perfectly salted and soft enough so that he wouldn't wear his jaw bones down to dust, courtesy to the monks back home. As he ate his meager breakfast, Yasha did wonder how the monks were doing back home in Johto. He missed them: him missed the monks, the farm, the cattle, the village folk. All of it. But he wouldn't let his spirits be rained down! This was his journey to see what his birth land was like, a spiritual journey! The monks had spent much of the temple's funds in order to send him to the Huji region. He couldn't fail them now!
With his spirit rekindled, Yasha made his way through the town as fast as his legs would carry him, right after he packed up of course. The townsfolk that were up were most likely puzzled with just who this young boy running through the town was. They've never seen someone like him around their town. While running around he did ask directions to the professor's lab, but many refused to talk to him. They seemed to be paranoid about strangers though he wasn't exactly sure why.
Soon enough he was able to find the lab, along with two others that had arrived there only moments before him though he wasn't thinking much of them. His attention was completely focused on the marvel that was the lab. All his life he had lived in a village that, while not that behind the times in terms of technology, could be hardly called modern. This was the first time he had never seen a building that looked so futuristic for lack of a better word. It was intimidating.
His focus on the building was torn away when the two others, a boy and a girl, were suddenly very interested about him, especially the girl who seemed to be rather forward. Yasha stared at her for a second, and boy, his chest could hardly contain his pounding heart. This girl was pretty, really pretty. Yikes, he could get lost staring in here eyes! He was only lucky to have the boy reach out for handshake and introduced himself in such a shy manner. "Aw shucks Rowan, ya don't need to be so shy! The name is Suzuki Yasha, just call me Yasha!" He spoke with a heavy southern accent that was filled with cheer.
The boy turned to look back at Mara with a bright grin. "I'm from Johto! What's ya name?"
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Eeugh. Finals. I feel your pain.
At least it's my senior year.
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