Sumable

Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of the Void

-Samuel-
I scream and cry as the scraggy keeps spitting and stomping on me. Suddenly, he stops after hearing a stranger say in a weird voice, "Halt vile fiend!" I grab my head and try to stop crying. I look around dizzily and grab my stomach, which was very red and burnt-looking, and I howl in pain as I do. The acid had hurt me pretty badly. "Oohhh..." I moan, not paying attention to the Scrafty any more. I fall on the ground from exhaustion and close my eyes to rest for a small bit. I hear the Scrafty say "OW! Let me go! This little punk was trying to steal my girl, an-- OOWWW!" Apparently a few other pokemon were attacking him, not hitting the Dratini. "Stop! Please just stop!" the Kirlia cries, pulling at the Dratini. "He made her cry, so I felt that I needed to protect her! I mean, if someone made someone you love cry, wouldn't you want to defend whoever you love?" The Scrafty continues.

-William-
I run as fast as possible, and eventually get to a alleyway. I see a kecleon staring from his stall across the dirt road, and we lock eyes. We eventually go back to staring at the Scrafty and I grab my head as I see Samuel lying on the ground. "Oh, crap!" I say, looking at him. I run and lift him up. "What the hell happened?" I ask Samuel. He doesn't reply, and I hear the Kecleon across the street snicker and say to a random Pokemon "Aw, look at the little lovers," and I blush at hearing this. I look at the Kecleon, and I say "We aren't a couple, we're partners," and the other Kecleon bursts out laughing. "Too much information," he snickers. I say "N-no, not like that! I mean we work together!" and he keeps on laughing. "Stop!" I yell at him, and he continues laughing, and banging his hand on the table. "Wow... heheh... I never thought two gays could make me laugh that hard," he mutters, and I grab a rock and throw it at him. He dodges is and snarls at me. "We are partners at the Wigglytuff Guild, not like that," I inform. He shakes his head and I cover my face as my color drains into a pasty white, and then I go invisible. "I can still see you, you know. I can do that too," he says, chuckling and popping an Oran Berry into his mouth as he goes invisible. "Hey, we could have used that!" I say. "Oh, I'm sorry. I have more, for a cheap price of 500 Poke," he says. "W-what?! That's not cheap, that's a ripoff!" I say, becoming visible again.

[Fantasy RP]Cataclysm of Terra Firma[Semi-Strict Survivalist](Always Accepting!)

Just made my first post.
I think that first paragraph was of high-ish quality when it comes to my normal posts.

[Fantasy RP]Cataclysm of Terra Firma[Semi-Strict Survivalist](Always Accepting!)

I crawl out of my little shelter that was a hole dug under a rock supported by two wooden planks, that had little aluminium pots and pans with grimy food packets of spam, cereal, sausage, and a bunch of bacon. I also had about two bottles of water I found from the store and some flint with kindling. I cough and then kick the planks down, making the boulder fall, which in turn made a giant dust cloud. Perfect hiding of my shelter? Definitely not. Good enough? I guess. I cough a bit as I wave to clear the dust and look down the road. There was rubble, and a shack of a guy who I made friends with. His shelter included all kinds of indecent magazines, old newspapers, and a dysfunctional fridge that he kept his guns in. He was one of the few humans left, from my assumptions. I think he also had a chair, too. Nice place to rest, that's for sure.

I walk down the street to hear some gunfire, somewhat near my current location. "Probably just that old coot shooting some sort of cricket..." I mutter as I spit an icy cold liquid onto a spider, which pretty much froze it. I smirk. First time I've done that. I walk down to his shack and knock our special knock. One... two... three... "Cletus!" I say. One knock, two, three knocks, "Cletus!" until he opened the door. His bulging eye caught me off guard for the umptillionth time, his skin looking particularly saggier than normal and his giant mustache poking out from the top of his lip, the greyness, the curliness, and the occasional hair that didn't quite stick up, along with his scraggly stubble, and the soul patch, which he dyed purple just because. "Oh, hey there," Cletus says, inviting me in to sit down on his chair. I remove a dead rat with a hole so big that it was pretty much a head and a tail with some skeleton and occasional guts and strings of skin that was laying on the chair. I sit, and he offers me some fried up flies and tarantulas. I push the dish away, and he gobbles them down quicker than you could say "Mosquito Lunch." I look at him, and we talk for a bit before I hear more gunshots. "I'll just... uh... check whatever that was. I though it was you at first, to be honest, heh..." I say awkwardly.

As I leave, I head towards wherever I thought the shots came from, cautiously. I didn't want a bullet in the neck. I walk on the broken asphalt and climb over a downed telephone pole. I shift my colors to look like that of whatever was behind me and in front of me, sort of giving me a see-through look. I see some dead Vehemondogs. I walk around them, looking for the culprit of the gunshots. I eventually give up my see-through shenanigans, since it didn't work with my hoodie or my pants, and I wouldn't dare go naked just to spy on someone. Eugh. I cough into my sleeve, since more dust was blowing through, and I wait to hear another gun shot.

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I am about halfway done with the drink. It was cold, and tasted like a bunch of fruits. Perfect. This was all that I could need. It made my leg feel better, and tasted gooooood... I hear something approach as I sip on this tangy drink, and my spot of hiding is revealed. That same girl that I stole the drink from. She says something in the human language, which I did understand, and I did feel a little bad about taking the drink, but when I heard she wanted it back, I held it farther away and hissed. I see her come closer and she has her arms out, and I glare at her. She swipes for the drink and I hug it and curl into a ball to defend it, and I continue drinking from a tube inside of the drink until it was all gone. I grab my head, as a very bad pain settles in, and I hiss and growl as my eyes squeeze shut. My trainer got this a few times when he was eating a Castelia Cone. Hmph. The pain eventually stops and I continue glaring at the girl even though I had nothing left to defend other than my 'rare colored skin' as my trainer called it. I spit a weak, and pitiful amount of acid onto her finger tip and it bubbles before evaporating.

Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of the Void

-William-
I yawn a bit, and grab the slip of paper. "Hm... I guess... ugh..." I say. I say "I think we should get a little more rest, I'm not awake at all yet..." and I suddenly hear some weird chanting down-ladder. I jump at the sudden, random loudness, and hear "ONE! DON'T SHIRK WORK!" and I rub my eyes as I go invisible for a second to see what was happening. "TWO! RUN AWAY AND PAY!" I hear, and the sheer loudness makes me fall. It kicks up some dust, and I lie still, and there's silence. Everyone seemed confused, since they couldn't see a thing, but something made the dirt and rock shift. After about a minute of random chatting, Chatot says "Well, then, back to the morning chant!" and I hear "THREE! SMILES GO FOR MILES!" and then the group is released. "I wonder where that new team went... I was going to introduce them," Chatot grumbles. I climb up the ladder as fast as possible and go back to normal. "Ow... my ears hurt after that..." I whine, rubbing my head. "I don't know where Sam went, I think he's in Treasure Town somewhere." I climb up the ladder and walk down the hill, and hear a scrafty yelling something, and I walk in that direction. He seemed to be far away, but he was loud.

-Samuel-
I slouch as I walk back to the guild, after scaring off a pretty lady. I made sure my dimples showed and everything! Ugh. I hear some stomps behind me, and I look back and see a Scrafty, and that same Kirlia. The scrafty walk over to me, pulling up his pants every two steps. He growls at me, and says "You hit on my girl, and then you make her cry, bro!" and he pushes me. I begin sweating and he pushes me again. I say "Stop! I didn't mean to," and he pushes me a third time. His pants almost fall from him not pulling them up, again. "You might want to get smaller pants," I say and he glares at me. He pushes me to the ground and spits on me. The acid lands right on my stomach, and I squeal like a wild spoink as it begins burning me. He then picks me up and throws me to the ground and when I get up, he continues shoving me. Bloody tears were flowing down my face and I begin to feel dizzy. The Kirlia runs up and says "Stop! Stop, I think he knows! Please, stop..." and the Scrafty continues beating me up and taunting me. I had a sense that he was holding back on beating down on me because of my small size, but that thought was diminished after he picks me up and slams me against a wall, really hard. "I-I'm--" I say before he stops me and says "YOU'RE WHAT, HUH? WELL SAY IT, SHRIMP!"

[Fantasy RP]Cataclysm of Terra Firma[Semi-Strict Survivalist](Always Accepting!)

Name: Seth Lester
Gender: Male
Age: 31
Species:Mutant
Personality:
Appearance:

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Edited from: http://pangorondo.deviantart.com/art/my-skyrim-argonian-421271662

He is about 4 ft. 3 inches tall (1.3 metres tall) and has somewhat baggy brown pants. He is bare-footed, and also has knobby elbows and knees. He is usually shivering from having an extremely cold substance inside his chest at almost all times, and also has sharp teeth.

Bio: Seth was born in San Francisco, California, and his father was Puerto Rican and his mother was half Asian and half Indian. He wasn't the brightest kid, but he knew how to get things done, and with a lot of studying and tutoring, he finally passed through elementary... but, as he wasn't the smartest for the first third grades of elementary, he got bullied often for bad grades, or for being short, and spanked, then grounded by his parents for any grade under a B, and he had many grades under a B. In 4th grade, he saw a magician in an assembly that fascinated him, and the magician said a, albeit corny, powerful message (to him). "Do your best and get good grades and you can be like me!" was that message. He started studying and staying after school, and brought his grades up, until it got harder in Junior High, or middle school. Something sort of happened in most of the other kid's brains that made them dumb, and mean. He knew a few people who were smart, and hung out with them, but since people got jealous, he was beat up near his home in a field, and nearly died until a girl playing soccer with some friends found him while retrieving the ball.

After a few months in the hospital to treat his injuries, from cuts, to broken bones, and some marks from a cigarette. Now, sadly, the people at the hospital thought it was his parents that made these marks, and child services took him away to an adoption center for 5 more years, until someone adopted him at age 17. He still had good grades in school at this time, and was getting smarter day by day. He remembered what the magician said and began to buy books, kits, and many things to help him practice this skill. He became good, for a novice, and amazed some friends who didn't know it was all an illusion, a trick. He even found out how to make a paperclip disappear in a glass of water. His favorite trick was a trick with four small ping-pong balls, 3 cups, and a lot of quick movements, to make a ball seemingly drop through a cup. He always had some trick up his sleeve, cheesy and common or bizarre and rare. After a few more years of being a magician, he found out how to make things float without strings. This was, obviously, his favorite trick to do.

A year before the 'accident', he bought a Gila monster as a pet, and was always careful with it, making sure he was never aggravating it, feeding it, cleaning out it's cage, showing it to his friends, scaring them off by taking him out and telling them that he's dangerous. His landlord warned him three times, but then it happened. He was sitting near his little lizard, and suddenly he heard on the TV "There was a large solar flare approximately THREE HOURS, FOUR MINUTES ago. Shelter and ma-" and the robotic voice cut out and suddenly he felt dizzy and fainted. When he woke up, he felt a lot fatter and slinkier, and his friend was nowhere to be found. His spit felt different, his lungs heavier, and he felt a lot smarter. He could practically throw things like chairs and break walls. He looked down and saw a very scaly body, and a fat tail. His green hoodie was a little torn, and his jeans were at the seams of bursting. It felt like his legs were constricted, so he found a new pair, but had a harder time getting them on, even though they were two sizes too large. They fit once he got them on, but otherwise, everything from his shoes and his shirt was tight and busting and tearing. He knew he would have to get used to this body, which seemed to have skin slightly hanging and jiggling. He walked outside, and saw a fire, and many dead bodies, lying on the road or in their cars. A few people or animals were around, but it seemed that the apparent solar flare had killed many. He began scavenging, and found a small shelter. It was about 5 PM when he found a little makeshift shack, and when he got near it, someone jumped up with a pistol and shot him in the stomach. He sure felt it, but the bullet only tore through the clothes and sorta poked out of the extremely thick layer of skin, and Seth ran away.

For ten years, he was running, searching for friendlies, and scavenging, finding scraps of food and having to kill some with his advanced telekinesis. Will he survive much longer? Will the world come back to normal, with trees and grass and food to eat? Will he get completely used to this new body, that seems to be half of him, and half of his pet? Would his mastery at illusions fare well for him? He certainly knew how to mess with his color and pigment, and the tone of his voice. These skills would certainly help him in surviving, yes? Being able to blend in and throw his voice to fool any would-be murderers and hostiles. He felt he was doing pretty well, for a survivor.

Weapons: Not much.
Mutations(If any): He has gone from the regular human to a mix between a gila monster and... well, a human. He can breathe extremely cold air, from a large amount of liquid nitrogen in his lungs. He also found out how to manipulate the pigment of the gila monster, and is sort of like a chameleon, except his color changes from surroundings, and not mood. His pet's diet made his saliva very poisonous and deadly, being filled with bacterias, and he used to work as a magician, moving things with his mind, and the radiation enhanced this power. Because of the Gila monster's thick, and dry skin, he will be more resistant to heat and low temperatures, while layers of fat between the thick and soft skin, and the muscle tissue and soft skin, make him durable against bullets, and fragments from explosions in most areas, other than the eyes, neck, knees, elbows, hands, and more areas of the head. This makes him look a bit pudgy in a lot of places, and sorta gelatinous movements. These areas of thickness let him be able to take shots to places that would mostly be considered lethal towards a normal human, such as any area in the torso with a vital organ, and places where an important vein or artery is, in the arms, legs, or chest and stomach.
Pets(If any): Fused with his pet gila monster. Why he has a venemous animal for a pet? Because he thinks it's cool to show off to hiss friends.
Theme Song(Optional): Naw.
Other: Charmander.

Pokemon: Among Stars Together

Synchronize said
i suppose i can post since a few others have posted. ill get one up soon :)

soon

[Fantasy RP]Cataclysm of Terra Firma[Semi-Strict Survivalist](Always Accepting!)

I'm here, and not as malevolent now.

[Fantasy RP]Cataclysm of Terra Firma[Semi-Strict Survivalist](Always Accepting!)

Looks like I'm going to a party dedicated to the holiday specially reserved for the USA. I'll make my app when I get back, and possibly the day after.