@Altered Tundra Not at all. I was actually thinking that I wanted you guys to interact with each other more.
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@Altered Tundra@SleepingSilence@Crimson Flame@Riegal
If you guys want you all can go one more cycle of posts. So that you can interact and get a better connection with one another. My next post will probably have the class begin with Takai joining it.
Let me know what you guys want to do.
If you guys want you all can go one more cycle of posts. So that you can interact and get a better connection with one another. My next post will probably have the class begin with Takai joining it.
Let me know what you guys want to do.
@Altered Tundra Thanks man. Its even better than the last.
@Altered Tundra Bro, I love it. Only problem is, Hackmon's name is Kibo. Not Kiko lol.
@Altered Tundra I really don't wanna be a stickler, I think its awesome but I don't know what I was thinking asking for so much red lol. Maybe try orange or hell, why not just go with your gut. Your's look pretty fantastic lol
@AcetheKidd@YourDarkPriest
To answer your question @YourDarkPriest You would be playing your own Digimon.
However, at the moment the RP is full. If the Rp opens up again, I'll be sure to notify this interest check.
To answer your question @YourDarkPriest You would be playing your own Digimon.
However, at the moment the RP is full. If the Rp opens up again, I'll be sure to notify this interest check.
@Altered Tundra Naahhhh, its okay. They're Pokemon. They're meant to get hit >:)
Simba Etana
Simba was not happy. The exact opposite of what he wanted happened, the one thing he had been avoiding occurred. The question of how ran through his mind more times than he could remember since the U.D.F.'s appearance. Sure, a couple of incidents happened around him; a few cult members dealt with here, a wannabe Guardian there, but--
He ceased his inner rambling. It was idiotic to actually relive the reason why, while wondering why. He had messed up big-time, let his straying dislike of certain things or people expose himself. Now he was being led by some U.D.F. security guard to some waiting room. Honestly up until that point, everything had passed by in a blur. He could vaguely remember being asked for his I.D. card but besides that he was left alone with his thoughts. He wasn't keen on speaking with anyone, in fact he had taken pride in his solitude. It made him stronger, freer.
But the silence also comforted him.
Naturally he knew it was his choice to be alone but sometimes when people spoke, it was like hearing them under water. All muffled and dampened. Overtime he learned to focus and shut down that horrible filter. But it was too late, he had grown use to the dead sounds. So he backed away from people and instead found comfort in the utter, if not complete silence.
Inside the waiting room, Simba spared the girl and dancing spirits a glance. She was cute, a tad above-average but nothing amazing. Next he noticed the books, now those were far more attractive. He stepped towards the shelves, dropped his duffel-bag and plucked out a classical read. He never needed much to decided whether to read a book or not, often times he just read whatever he was drawn too. So he settled down on the couch and begun to silently go over the words.
As he ignored the soft light-show around him, he could feel his spirits seeping out. Sea-bound creatures bubbled from his body, floating out from his black-tee and large moss-green hoodie. Purple poisonous jellyfishes rose from his dark jeans and boots, large sun-hued eels had begun to occupy the space overhead. If he let all of them roam free, he was afraid the U.D.F. would suspect his origins, investigate his past, his connections with Sinnu. So he stopped them there; containing the more abundant, massive creatures inside.
He groaned with displeasure, shifting in his chair.
He ceased his inner rambling. It was idiotic to actually relive the reason why, while wondering why. He had messed up big-time, let his straying dislike of certain things or people expose himself. Now he was being led by some U.D.F. security guard to some waiting room. Honestly up until that point, everything had passed by in a blur. He could vaguely remember being asked for his I.D. card but besides that he was left alone with his thoughts. He wasn't keen on speaking with anyone, in fact he had taken pride in his solitude. It made him stronger, freer.
But the silence also comforted him.
Naturally he knew it was his choice to be alone but sometimes when people spoke, it was like hearing them under water. All muffled and dampened. Overtime he learned to focus and shut down that horrible filter. But it was too late, he had grown use to the dead sounds. So he backed away from people and instead found comfort in the utter, if not complete silence.
Inside the waiting room, Simba spared the girl and dancing spirits a glance. She was cute, a tad above-average but nothing amazing. Next he noticed the books, now those were far more attractive. He stepped towards the shelves, dropped his duffel-bag and plucked out a classical read. He never needed much to decided whether to read a book or not, often times he just read whatever he was drawn too. So he settled down on the couch and begun to silently go over the words.
As he ignored the soft light-show around him, he could feel his spirits seeping out. Sea-bound creatures bubbled from his body, floating out from his black-tee and large moss-green hoodie. Purple poisonous jellyfishes rose from his dark jeans and boots, large sun-hued eels had begun to occupy the space overhead. If he let all of them roam free, he was afraid the U.D.F. would suspect his origins, investigate his past, his connections with Sinnu. So he stopped them there; containing the more abundant, massive creatures inside.
He groaned with displeasure, shifting in his chair.
@Prisk Hey, Prisk. Going to get my intro post up today. Had an Rp I started and I wanted to make sure it was stable before making a presence in yours. Good news, it is lol. So here I go.
@Altered TundraWhite and Red, Hackmon's color scheme lol
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