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1. I'm in school to become a physical therapist assistant! (Did it!)

2. I will quit any roleplay that has been inactive IC for one month for any reason. I've been in too many Schrodinger's RP's and I'm not doing that anymore.

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Ok, I like the more concrete explanations. So I guess we're playing angsty teens now. XD

Kinda tracks for my character at least.

nb4 Poke-Thanos tries to solve overpopulation and we have to stop him.
I guess I'd like some more clarification, too. Do people age more slowly in physical appearance AND mental/emotional maturity, or only physical appearance?

Would society consider us "boys/girls/children" or "men/women/adults" at age 30ish?
Hiking Trail


Mara's 'accident' happened plenty of distance away from the cameras and went unnoticed by most of the crew. The surly thin woman standing behind the cameraman startled a bit as the sparks caught her eye. She looked at Mara with widened eyes for just a second. Then she averted her gaze, acting natural, letting the situation pass without a big hullabaloo.

The cameraman did his work well, following the stream of water as it floated through the air, catching John's amazed expression and Conner's proud one. The reporter's trained smile faltered just a bit as Conner decided to start going all Rebellious Teen on the air. Ever the professional, the cameraman predicted Conner's subsequent gesture and only half a second of the bird appeared in the corner of the screen as the camera panned back to John.

"Well there you have it," John said with a bright smile. "A spirited bunch at the conference. We'll be back with you soon!"

The instant the camera cut, John's plastic smile dropped. He rubbed his eyes as he addressed Conner.

"I guess you're probably not mature enough to care, kid, but this is one of the first impressions the world will have of plant essences. For your own sake, maybe think about not making that impression so... abrasive in the future."

John rubbed his temples and turned away, looking ten years older without his well-trained TV personality pizazz.

"Candy," he grumbled. "Go get my smokes."

The thin woman in the background took a breath and braced herself.

"You said they were 'only for emergencies,'" Candace replied in a bored tone. "Your future self would not say this is an emergency."

"My future self can kiss my ass this one time," John practically barked. "Go get just one cigarette, Candygirl. I won't. Ask. Again."

Candace fought the urge to roll her eyes. Both of them knew that statement was a lie.

Before she could reply, a bearded man with a bandaged hand took an exaggerated inhale awkwardly close to the tense conversation.

"You smell delightful," the bearded man addressed Candace with a smile. "I can tell with my dog powers."

Candace froze for a second, pondering.

"Fine, I'll get your smokes," Candace muttered, starting back down the path toward the cabins. At least it would be a nice break from these obnoxious men.

Joseph continued sniffing around, trying to find the source of another delightful smell. He hadn't pinpointed Mara yet but was getting dangerously close.

NatJack continued hovering around the area. She eventually worked up the nerve to reunite with Conner.

"Uh... hah," the redhead spoke. She looked away. All this time working up the nerve to converse with one of the people who had cool functioning powers, and she didn't even know what to say.

"...So, uh, how long'd it take ya to learn howta do that?"

@LuckyBlackCat @Crimson Flame
Would I be allowed to introduce minor NPC's for plot points like wild Pokemon attacking, or would that be overstepping my bounds?

Second question: What wild Pokemon are around here, anyway? ^_^'
She absorbs wholly into the subjects and hobbies that excite or interest her, even if it comes at the expense of a social life and most relationships with fellow humans.


I feel personally attacked XD

Yay new character!

The ages don't really line up with the expectations, though... unusual detail in an alternate universe.
Football
Myra Hayes

Knoxville, TN, United States


Flicker sagged a little in disappointment. She was hoping for a bit more of a reaction... not entirely aware that inciting a big reaction on a moving hoverbike would be a pretty poor choice.

In response to the boy's question, Flicker looked around. And kept looking, spinning around in a circle. She had not the slightest clue where she was. The Litwick shrugged. She looked a bit nervous for a second, but soon she put on a smiling face again and tried to climb around Reno to reach the handlebar.

@Balthazar007
I understand that it's Christmas and would not feel neglected if you didn't post for a couple days
Myra Hayes

Knoxville, TN, United States


"Excuse me, miss," a store clerk began. "Can I help you find something? You've been looking for quite a while."

Myra looked up from her stooped position, a bit of pink flushing her cheeks. Rows of scented candles lined the aisle surrounding her. She put a handful of small votive candles back on the shelf and stood to greet the clerk.

"Uhh, I don't suppose you've seen a Litwick around these parts?" Myra asked with a sheepish smile, brushing a few strands of peach-colored hair out of her eyes. "She came here last time she wandered off."

The clerk frowned slightly.

"Sorry, I don't believe I have."

"Oh, I might've seen it!" a customer interjected. "I saw a little white thing walking on a roof on Main Street. It was too far away to really know if it was a Litwick, though."

Myra let out a small gasp, feeling the best thrill of hope she'd had all afternoon.

"Oh, thank you!" Myra gushed at the random customer. "You're such a dear. Perry, let's go."

Hearing his name, the Bulbasaur paused his painstaking inspection of candles. He used his vines to place a discounted gingerbread-scented candle back on the highest shelf and followed his trainer out the door.

"We oughtta go back there after we find Flicker," Myra rambled, talking more to calm her nerves than for an actual purpose. "I've never seen a sugarplum candle before. You reckon the real thing smells like that?"

Perry didn't respond. The grass-type was already scanning the roofs and sniffing the air, laser-focused on the task at hand.

Myra and Perry entered Myra's hovercar, Perry sticking his head out the rolled-down window. The girl felt a little anxious about leaving Perry out of his Pokeball for so long. What if somebody saw them and ratted her out to her family? But right now, the lost Litwick was a bigger problem. Risky as it was, Myra needed another pair of eyes to help her. Myra began hovering toward Main Street, riding low and slow to keep an eye out for Flicker.

Meanwhile...


At some point, Flicker's hiding spot began to make a soft whirring sound. Then it began to rise up into the air. Flicker peeked out of the hoverbike's satchel just in time for it to speed forward. The Litwick realized what was happening and put on a mischievous grin. Looks like she was going for a ride!

After a couple minutes, Flicker decided to find out who her kindly chauffeur was. She climbed out of the bag and was immediately nearly knocked off by the wind rushing past the bike. Flicker held on for dear life, eyes wide, flame spurting diagonally from the top of her head. Usually she scared other people, but this time SHE was the one scared..... what a thrill! Flicker giggled, the sound barely covered by the motor and wind.

Soon, the hoverbike slowed, perhaps nearing an intersection. Flicker gathered her bearings and noticed a young black-haired boy driving the bike. With an impish smile, the Litwick silently maneuvered around the hoverbike's frame. She landed right behind Reno with the biggest THUMP her six-pound body could muster and let out a chilling shriek.

@Balthazar007
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