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Post by \m/*.*\m/ on Feb 1, 2011 22:42:02 GMT -5
Ooc:// I'm sorry. If you had a problem with it though I would've been happy enough to fix it, and thanks for the advice. Bic://
Jacob half nodded at the stranger. He returned Arsenic to his pokeball, weary of the way Blitz was looking at the pokemon. "Am I free to leave now or are you going to have your pokemon stop me again?" He asked bitterly. His mind wasn't in his question, or in Blitz's response. He was still reviewing the battle and Blitz's previous comments. How did he feel about a Grunt taunting him like that? Jacob scowled inwardly.
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Post by tomackze on Feb 1, 2011 23:18:00 GMT -5
Blitz did not reply but continued to wander around the cemetery looking at all the people who were killed here... He gazed at every single one of them, some dated as far back as the 1600s... Others as recent as late December. He gazed each of them, minding his own business and thinking of how he would later test this "Jacob" if he ever saw him again. He also thought of how he would complete his Team Death assignments... He needed a plan, and a very good one too... He just considered everything, and enjoyed his peace and quiet alone.
[OOC: You are free to go if you wish]
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Post by \m/*.*\m/ on Feb 1, 2011 23:29:58 GMT -5
Jacob blinked at the lack of a response. He paused for another moment, just to be sure he was free to go. This surely is something to remember, he thought as he turned around and proceeded to walk back to a city where he could heal his pokemon.
Jacob has left this thread.
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Post by tomackze on Feb 2, 2011 1:26:10 GMT -5
Blitz continued to look at the statues until he noticed that the little kid had finally left. He was now alone and in his own thoughts at last, with no worry that anyone was watching him or judging him. He began to look at each name, hoping that something would trigger some sort of memory that he maybe blocked out in a very young age. He hoped something here would give him a sign of who his parents were... Maybe they had died, or maybe they knew someone here... He had the faintest hope but he really needed something on his side.
He looked at each and every tombstone but not one of them gave him anything to work with. Eventually he gave up hope, and he left. What he left behind was a tiny tear drop that he did not even know he made... He does not remember ever crying before... At least crying consciously. This might have been his first time ever.
[OOC: Blitz left the thread]
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