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Post by Steve on Aug 16, 2012 19:45:45 GMT -5
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Seizel wondered how many partners he could find for this cave thread thing, but he didn't really mind at all. Wondering who he should bring along this time, and pondered the idea that it was merely just antagonizing no matter what he tried to do. Oh well, now he had to go above and beyond what his expectations were. So he tugged on his suit and the fact that his work uniform was always with him didn't bother him so much. It was merely just to show his pride for the culture back home in Tokyo, which is where he was from. The Shinsengumi could do well there without him, but he was surprised to see so much advanced technology around this area. Well, deciding on his electric pokemon, a magnemite with no limits what so ever, and she certainly didn't want to let up on calling someone weird. Even so, she had to keep in mind that it wasn't fair to others to just keep hitting on one species.
The magnemite hit on anything and everything as much as it could. Hell, a rock could look sexy to her, and she wouldn't even care. Seizel had to pause for a minute at that as he looked at the mine cart he had decided to bring this time instead of the casual bag. Tugging on his hard hat and making sure the batteries were all there now. Whatever was going to happen, well he could only hope for the best. As long as he didn't get stuck down here without a light and no hope he'd be fine alright. Even so he had a bad feeling already as he sensed someone was already down here considering he had brought a pickax with himself too. Shining his light onwards into the cavern to see if he could notice anything.
"HELLO!?" he asked the darkness as if someone was already there waiting for him. Still, his magnemite was buzzing with her electricity as she rubbed up against Seizel constantly and pressing against his privates too. The sensation was...disturbing, and strangely pleasant, however, he tried showing no signs of moving her away. Still he was trying to get her away from that area and was very close to returning her. Brutus was waiting at the entrance as always, and the sawk would just meditate no matter what anyone would. Managing her to focus on the shiny light moving forwards and she started to pour her soul out just to that one beam of light causing Seizel to facepalm as he decided to at least make use of his time by chiseling into the wall just once.
OOC: will be a digging thread, but interaction at the same time after Level: 18 Nickname: Magenta Met: Member of the month at level 10 Gender: Genderless (feminine traits) Ability: Analytic Attacks: Magnet Rise - Signal Beam - Metal Sound - Tackle - Thundershock - Psych Up - Charge Beam - Thunder wave Personality: Likes to hum - flirtatious (regardless of gender) - carefree Digging 1/10Breeding post 6/28::lapras:: x ::squirtle::
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Post by [K]azzy on Aug 17, 2012 16:09:06 GMT -5
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Cold couldn't describe the feeling Stacey had all over her body. She shivered desperately, walking to the entrance of the cave, covered in dried blood, wet clothes and her backpack that had some mud dried on it. She was left alone in the ruins by her previous partner. In fact, even her best friend Luna, a shiny Eevee, had gotten lost. After wondering around aimlessly for hours, she had finally found her best friend. It had seemed that someone had come down here and set the lights back up to the cave walls and also helped Stacey direct herself out of the cave. She was given some dry clothes but, didn't care to undress herself out here without knowing who was here first. Where the hell did her partner go anyways? Stacey bit her lips, pushing back the pain of knowing that she actual thought that maybe she would of made a new friend but, it seemed that he had just ran off.
Stacey had sent Luna back to the Pokemon Center for the Nurse there to tend to her wounds. She was soaked in the cave water and badly injured from her fall and was now afraid of the cave no thanks to all the zubat. This had forced Stacey to chose another Pokemon for the cave which, she had decided to spend time with her newly hatched Driftloon named Eclipse. Stacey also held her egg still, having to rehatch it again since the poor thing had gotten cold from the damn cave. The young trainer walked down the cave, the egg held tightly in her arms. She was going to hatch it this time, keeping all of her body warmth on it as the ghost balloon floated beside her, like a child walking with their own balloon. Stacey's hair was a complete mess and her make up was well messed up but, that wouldn't matter after all she had been through after all.
The blonde heard a voice echo through the cave as she got closer to the entrance. The girl stopped, swallowing hard before she proceeded forward. "H-Hello..." She called back, her voice weak from being in here for so long. She very well could look like a monster to anyone from the outside but then again, it wasn't her fault. Stacey blinked, seeing a Pokemon float beside what seemed to be another trainer, and a male at that. Stacey had never seen such a Pokemon before and tilted her head, cautiously approaching the group. "Hi! I'm Stacey." She smiled weakly, walking up closer with Eclipse who began to hide behind Stacey, trembling in fear. "It's okay..." Stacey looked back, nuzzling her face against her Pokemon in comfort, as the Driftloon peered over to look at the boy and his Pokemon. "Are you here to dig?" What a stupid question but, Stacey asked anyways, adjusting her egg to keep her wet clothes off of it.
Digging Post 1/10Eclipse the DriftloonLevel: 5 Gender: Female Type: Ghost | Flying Ability: Aftermath: The foe that dealt the final hit loses 1/4 of its maximum HP if the move made physical contact. Unburden: Speed is doubled once the held item is consumed. Attacks: Constrict, Minimize , Memento, Weather Ball Obtained: Hatched Item Held: N/A Random Egg Advertising Prize 1/15
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[style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-bottom: -15px]TAGGED : Thanks bby~[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-bottom: -15px]NOTES : Stacey Post![/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; border-bottom: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-bottom: -15px]CREDITS : template by JAWN of AA, OTE, DMB and TC[/style]
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Post by Steve on Aug 17, 2012 19:29:38 GMT -5
[atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign, top][atrb=style,background-color:DADADA; border: 2px solid #2E2E2E;][atrb=width,370,true] [STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 5px solid #DADADA; float: left; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 30px; margin-top: 5px; margin-left: 5px; background-image: url(http://i43.tinypic.com/2hrfwvo.png);] [/style][STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-weight: bolder; text-shadow: #0A0A0A -1px -2px 0px; font-size: 17pt; color: #DADADA; text-align: right; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-top: -17px;background-color:2E2E2E; border-top: 70px solid #2E2E2E; font-style: italic; padding: 3px;]please don't save me[/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 7pt; color: #2E2E2E; text-align: right; letter-spacing: 3px; margin-bottom: -16px; margin-left: 7px; margin-top: -15px; background-color: C4C4C4; padding: 3px;border-top: 2px solid #DADADA;]I'll put the nails in my coffin myself...[/style][STYLE=margin-top: -7px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; margin: 10px; padding: 7px; text-align: justify; color: #312C18;]
Sweat, that word itself and alone, was what described Seizel's body just then as he kept pouring his soul into this pickax that seemed to take over his entire form. Listening to an echo in the distance and looking towards Stacey as he realized someone was talking to him. Suddenly Magenta was in the room, and lighting the place up with some constant sparks since her static was able to give her some light around here. Although she was more of an analytic pokemon, but she was instantly drawn to Stacey's massive mammaries. As long as those were around Seizel sighed softly. The words echoed into his ears again, but the electricity was enough for Seizel to notice the girl approaching him just then. What a strange coincidence that she was down here.
Although she looked like she could use a new makeover from where things were standing. "Hello," "Hi I'm Stacey!" "It's okay" "Are you here to dig" he heard them all, and was actually trying to decide how to respond to all of that. "No worries, I'm Seizel and yeah of course I'm here to dig. It's why I got a pickax and a helmet. Along with my magnemite just in case I get lost, but watch out she might hit on you," Seizel said innocently to her as if he was used to it by now. Well, in fact, he wasn't really worried about the magnemite that was trying to rub up against his crotch still. Magenta was more focused on Stacey's boobs than anything in the room, and Seizel sighed softly. That was when she tried lighting a small static spark of energy near the front portion of her chest.
Seizel heavily sighed and wished he had brought Brutus instead just then. Or even Charmelia, at least she had a constant light on her shiny charmander like tail. Whatever, but he still responded to her at least as Magenta suddenly buzzed in pokespeech as Seizel sighed again. "Listen, if you want to tell her that she's buzzing with hotness, then try telling her yourself" he said calmly to the buzzing magnemite still staring at Stacey.
OOC: will be a digging thread, but interaction at the same time after Level: 18 Nickname: Magenta Met: Member of the month at level 10 Gender: Genderless (feminine traits) Ability: Analytic Attacks: Magnet Rise - Signal Beam - Metal Sound - Tackle - Thundershock - Psych Up - Charge Beam - Thunder wave Personality: Likes to hum - flirtatious (regardless of gender) - carefree Digging 2/10Breeding post 7/28 x
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Post by [K]azzy on Aug 17, 2012 22:45:43 GMT -5
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[atrb=style, width: 500px, bTable][atrb=style,width:20px][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true] | [atrb=style, width:10px; background:#84979e;] | [atrb=style, background:#84979e; color:#1a5f79; font-family: Arial; border-right: 3px solid #1a5f79; border-left: 3px solid #1a5f79; border-bottom: 3px solid #1a5f79;][style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #1d88af; padding: 0px 10px; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase]Last Night I Went Raving[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; border-bottom: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-top: -5px;]All night techno playing, was all that I heard play. In my mind it had stayed. I had no clue to the track name, it's driving me insane.[/style]
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Stacey listened to the blonde pound away at the wall with the sharp chisel. It sounded very much like a steadied beat, tapping; similar to a jack hammer without all the base that it caused. She tilted her head a bit, adjusting her bag and the egg she held as the sound echoed throughout the cave. When he finally turned to face her, it had seemed that he was dripping in sweat; though she was sure there was a lot of pressure behind it. Something told her that if they were to be cave partners, that she would do primarily digging since Stacey had no idea how to use a tool like that; at least without hurting herself.
"oh..." Stacey felt stupid again for asking such a question. She couldn't help it, speaking her mind like that and even if it was something like asking a question to herself, she spoke it out loud; talking to herself when it came to those things. The best part was, that she normally answered herself as well, making the conversation interesting but, only to herself in her own mind. "Oh that's oka..." Stacey words were stopped as the electric type began humming with a soft vibration against her breasts. She had cursed herself years ago for growing to that size, for her family having a naturally large outcome with that part of the body and even when Stacey grew up in Osaka, she was still treated different simply because of them. On the other hand, the vibration was pleasant and unique as she felt the goosebumps trail across her skin as she began to actually enjoy it. "umm..." Stacey gasped a little, feeling the tiny jolts of electricity. She was unsure of how loud her noise would be, as it was somewhat a cross between a moan and her inhaling.
The redness rose quickly to her face, as she reached one hand up to move the Pokemon away from her breasts. "Umm.. s-sorry." She stuttered a bit, place a hand over her mouth as she hid behind it for comfort. Stacey was carefully balancing the egg in her arms before she went to adjust her bag. Stacey carefully reached back, feeling for the straps of the bag to pull it forward in order to carefully wrap her egg in blankets in her bag in order to keep it warm. "Anyways I um..." She began by crouching, taking the rather large egg and begin to wrap it up like a mummy. "um.. if you don't mind.." She swallowed harshly, glancing back up to the entrance of the cave. "I'd love to be your um.. ruins cave partner.." She smile weakly, finally able to zip up the bag before swinging it over her shoulder gently. "but um..." Stacey had trouble finding the right words, feeling the blush still on her face as she placed a hand up to hide. "I.. um.. I'm rather wet.. in clothing." She swallowed hard again, "And.. I need to change into my dry clothes and.." Stacey looked back behind her where a corner to another area was. "If you don't mind if I..." Stacey stopped almost in the middle of her sentence, not wanting to scare him off or anything.
Digging Post 2/10Eclipse the DriftloonLevel: 5 Gender: Female Type: Ghost | Flying Ability: Aftermath: The foe that dealt the final hit loses 1/4 of its maximum HP if the move made physical contact. Unburden: Speed is doubled once the held item is consumed. Attacks: Constrict, Minimize , Memento, Weather Ball Obtained: Hatched Item Held: N/A Random Egg Advertising Prize 2/15
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[style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-bottom: -15px]TAGGED : Thanks bby~[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-bottom: -15px]NOTES : Stacey Post![/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; border-bottom: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-bottom: -15px]CREDITS : template by JAWN of AA, OTE, DMB and TC[/style]
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Post by Steve on Aug 18, 2012 8:55:44 GMT -5
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Soon as Magenta was pushed away she took it as instant rejection, but she buzzed back up with electricity just then. Trying to see if the electricity had the desired effect she wanted, and smiled happily. Seizel listened to Stacey and tried to think of an answer that wouldn't sound perverted. "Well, I can keep on doing my thing here, and I don't know where you're going to change, I'd suggest further down. Just don't get lost," he said to her calmly. Again the pickax came crashing down into the wall, but he wasn't too worried about missing since shards came blasting out around him onto the floor. They skidded to a halt at his feet as he stopped for the moment to kneel down to get them.
Turning his head at this moment would be a bad idea, since he was at a level that he could probably see underneath whatever Stacey was wearing there. Well she probably was still covered up well with her new clothes on and didn't see much at all when he turned to look up at her. The wet clothing clung to her body and he definitely felt his face going beet red just then. Even so, he looked away instantly, but then he stood up as he chiseled his pick ax into the wall to leave it there. "Just be careful, I'll just, uh, yeah, I'll stand guard so no one else tries peeping!" he said cheerfully with a smile on his face.
Magenta was purring still with her electricity around her body, but she hovered to the area with the shards as she tried to pick them up with her magnets. Seizel walked up to Stacey too while Magenta's sparks within the air gave enough light for him to see her just then. Suddenly he hugged her and whispered into her ear "Pleasure to meet you!" as he then pulled away, but had to clarify something! 'Sorry, customary greeting that I give, even to guys, they find it awkward, I don't know why," he said to her rubbing the back of his head gently.
Level: 18 Nickname: Magenta Met: Member of the month at level 10 Gender: Genderless (feminine traits) Ability: Analytic Attacks: Magnet Rise - Signal Beam - Metal Sound - Tackle - Thundershock - Psych Up - Charge Beam - Thunder wave Personality: Likes to hum - flirtatious (regardless of gender) - carefree Digging 3/10Breeding post 9/28 x
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Post by [K]azzy on Aug 23, 2012 12:06:23 GMT -5
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[atrb=style, width: 500px, bTable][atrb=style,width:20px][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true] | [atrb=style, width:10px; background:#84979e;] | [atrb=style, background:#84979e; color:#1a5f79; font-family: Arial; border-right: 3px solid #1a5f79; border-left: 3px solid #1a5f79; border-bottom: 3px solid #1a5f79;][style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #1d88af; padding: 0px 10px; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase]Last Night I Went Raving[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; border-bottom: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-top: -5px;]All night techno playing, was all that I heard play. In my mind it had stayed. I had no clue to the track name, it's driving me insane.[/style]
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Stacey watched as Seizel continued to ram his pick axe into the wall; shards fell along with rocks, stone and other pieces of dirt. She remembered that it was her first intentions to come into the cave and do the exact same thing but, from the events that had taken her back; there was no time for her to do any of that when she was seeking her best friend in the abyss of the cave. "Oh.." Stacey listened, watching him kneel again and was unsure of why his face had gone red. Stacey glanced down for that moment, remembering that her wet clothing clung to her body, showing each curve of her body. "um.." Stacey didn't know what to say right then, to defend herself but, it seemed like she didn't have to with Seizel finally standing up. "Oh.. umm.. thank you Seizel." She smiled, grateful that she would have a friend to watch her back, just in case someone would try to come into the cave and peep on her while she was in the nude. At least this time, there would be no one molesting her or being perverted. Or was there?
Seizel had paused for a moment and took Stacey into his arms in an embrace. She felt the rush of red hit her face, worried that he would be a little damp now from her clothing. This couldn't get any worse, could it? Which, then it did- Stacey had spoke too soon as he whispered in her ear. She whimpered a bit in her throat, unsure of what to take of it until Seizel had let go and explained it as a simple greeting. "Oh... thank goodness.. It's my um.. pleasure" She giggled nervously, feeling the goosebumps hit her skin from his warmth. His hug was firm and made her feel safe and secure in that moment but, now was not the time to think of those things. "Um.. alright.. I'll be right back.." She smiled weakly, turning to go around the corner with her Driftloon following beside her.
After a few moments, Stacey felt that she was far enough around the corner to finally undress. Eclipse held onto her new, dry clothing as she placed her egg by the backpack on the ground and slowly began to strip off her socks and shirt first. "You know Eclipse.. I think he's a sweet guy.." She smiled, glancing up towards her floating Pokemon. Of course, with the lighting in the cave, it was still pretty dark but, she was lucky that her Driftloon wore the glowing purple necklace to help with a little light. "At least this time, we'll have someone stick around, right?" She giggled, dropping the soaking wet shirt onto the ground, leaving herself defenseless in just her bra and panties. No one would come back here anyways, right? So what did Stacey have to worry about. The trained turned to bend over and dig around in her bag for her hair brush. "Hey Eclipse.. can you hover over here and help me?" This would take a few moments as the floating ghost type hovered over the bag as Stacey dug away to find her brush/
Digging Post 3/10Eclipse the DriftloonLevel: 5 Gender: Female Type: Ghost | Flying Ability: Aftermath: The foe that dealt the final hit loses 1/4 of its maximum HP if the move made physical contact. Unburden: Speed is doubled once the held item is consumed. Attacks: Constrict, Minimize , Memento, Weather Ball Obtained: Hatched Item Held: N/A Random Egg Advertising Prize 3/15
[/style][style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #1d88af; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px]”[/style] [style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #1d88af; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px]― STACEY[/style]
[style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-bottom: -15px]TAGGED : Thanks bby~[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-bottom: -15px]NOTES : Stacey Post![/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; border-bottom: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-bottom: -15px]CREDITS : template by JAWN of AA, OTE, DMB |
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Post by Steve on Aug 23, 2012 16:38:56 GMT -5
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Seizel wasn't too worried about Stacey going off on her own but he whistled to Magenta to follow her just in case. Of course he had to firmly warn her not to do anything to Stacey otherwise he'd feed her to a junk yard as scrap metal instead. That got her to smarten up right away and her eye clicked like a magnet would. Sparks were letting off from either magnet in agreement to him, but she was still going to try for a peep. Electricity working it's way across her frame in an attempt to give her more light as she rounded the corner to see Stacey there. All circuits were suddenly shorting out as she saw the human in a bikini.
The perverted magnemite suddenly looked at the drifbloon instead and was slowly wandering close to her to rub against her round, purplish side. Hey there, baby, want to make out somewhere further back in the cave, it will be a shocking experience that you won't get a charge out of twice, she purred with an electrical buzz just then. Yes, she could use pokespeech but it was rare for her to. Seizel kept digging into the wall, and hoped that Stacey would be alright alone with his magnemite. Still, he was concerned, but he heard his magnemite hitting on the drifbloon instead. Great, he muttered to himself, but his pick kept digging into the wall.
More chunks of rock flying, but then he noticed some shards he had missed, and started to pick those up too. The reflection off one of the shards showed Stacey behind him, but he couldn't quite make out what she had one. Using the reflection of another shard to try glimpsing, but he quickly lost interest as he tossed it over his shoulder into the bag. Magenta was humming again in a low magnetic tone.
Level: 18 Nickname: Magenta Met: Member of the month at level 10 Gender: Genderless (feminine traits) Ability: Analytic Attacks: Magnet Rise - Signal Beam - Metal Sound - Tackle - Thundershock - Psych Up - Charge Beam - Thunder wave Personality: Likes to hum - flirtatious (regardless of gender) - carefree Digging 4/10Breeding post 15/28 x
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Post by [K]azzy on Aug 30, 2012 0:57:54 GMT -5
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[atrb=style, width: 500px, bTable][atrb=style,width:20px][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true] | [atrb=style, width:10px; background:#84979e;] | [atrb=style, background:#84979e; color:#1a5f79; font-family: Arial; border-right: 3px solid #1a5f79; border-left: 3px solid #1a5f79; border-bottom: 3px solid #1a5f79;][style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #1d88af; padding: 0px 10px; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase]Last Night I Went Raving[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; border-bottom: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-top: -5px;]All night techno playing, was all that I heard play. In my mind it had stayed. I had no clue to the track name, it's driving me insane.[/style]
[style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #1d88af; padding: 0px 5px; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase;]“[/style][style=padding: 17px; color: 04455d; font-family: Tahoma; background: #90a5ac url(http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5981/letterbg.png); margin: -20px 20px -23px 20px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; border: 1px dotted #1a5f79;]
Where the hell was this hair brush? In fact, why was this backpack more organized? Stacey shook her head, feeling exposed as she dug around. What was the point anyways? Was she trying to impress anyone? She certainly hoped she wasn't; she looked like a mess still, even with dry clothes. The blonde sighed, about to give up on the desire to brush her hair out when she had heard a familiar noise. Sounded like something she had heard before; something that sounded a lot like a buzzing noise. "hm?" Stacey turned around, only to see the magnemite that was now hitting on her little driftloon. <ahhhhh!> The purple, floating balloon floated away from the electric type, hiding behind Stacey for comfort. "Oh goodness.." Stacey brought her hands up quickly to cover herself. "Well.. at least you're a Pokemon." Stacey didn't feel so exposed and nude by such a creature, at least it wasn't a person and for that, she was grateful.
"Oh sorry love, Eclipse is very shy." She giggled, starting to put on some dry pants now that she had given up on the whole hair brushing idea. She smiled, unsure of why such an adorable baby Pokemon could be so shy but then again, Stacey planed on helping her Eclipse become a stronger girl. As Stacey put a dry shirt on, careful to get it over her large rack, she was finally able to grab her egg and her bag in order to adjust everything back into place. Stacey had to be organized in order to do anything and this was the best way she could possibly do this in this kind of situation. Stacey motioned for her Eclipse and the electric type to follow her back to her new friend. Plus, she wanted to keep anymore chances for her to be molest to a low in order to focus and help Seizel out as much as she could.
Stacey walked a bit of a ways back to go around the corner. She carried the oddly large egg in her arms, bag hung on her back as was finally able to see the guy, drilling the hard pick axe into the wall. Shards and rock came flying from the indention but, Stacey stood there, simply in awe as she watched his body move. Stacey felt the pink returning to her face as before and tried to shake it off her fair skin as she walked closer. "Alright, I can finally help." She smiled, putting the wet clothes back into her bag in the front pocket, this was to remind her that she had wet clothes that should be washed later but, that was a worry for later. "So, what do you suggest we do?" the blonde didn't know where to start or even have the right tools in order to do anything. Even with her Driftloon hiding behind her, there was really nothing the girl could put her use to, unless she was digging. Stacey turned her face away, remembering that her first experience digging was not that good and felt inexperienced to Seizel in this cave.
Digging Post 4/10Eclipse the DriftloonLevel: 5 Gender: Female Type: Ghost | Flying Ability: Aftermath: The foe that dealt the final hit loses 1/4 of its maximum HP if the move made physical contact. Unburden: Speed is doubled once the held item is consumed. Attacks: Constrict, Minimize , Memento, Weather Ball Obtained: Hatched Item Held: N/A Random Egg Advertising Prize 4/15
[/style][style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #1d88af; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px]”[/style] [style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #1d88af; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px]― STACEY[/style]
[style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-bottom: -15px]TAGGED : Thanks bby~[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-bottom: -15px]NOTES : Stacey Post![/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; border-bottom: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-bottom: -15px]CREDITS : template by JAWN of AA, OTE, DMB |
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Post by Steve on Aug 30, 2012 17:38:37 GMT -5
[atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign, top][atrb=style,background-color:DADADA; border: 2px solid #2E2E2E;][atrb=width,370,true] [STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 5px solid #DADADA; float: left; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 30px; margin-top: 5px; margin-left: 5px; background-image: url(http://i43.tinypic.com/2hrfwvo.png);] [/style][STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-weight: bolder; text-shadow: #0A0A0A -1px -2px 0px; font-size: 17pt; color: #DADADA; text-align: right; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-top: -17px;background-color:2E2E2E; border-top: 70px solid #2E2E2E; font-style: italic; padding: 3px;]please don't save me[/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 7pt; color: #2E2E2E; text-align: right; letter-spacing: 3px; margin-bottom: -16px; margin-left: 7px; margin-top: -15px; background-color: C4C4C4; padding: 3px;border-top: 2px solid #DADADA;]I'll put the nails in my coffin myself...[/style][STYLE=margin-top: -7px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; margin: 10px; padding: 7px; text-align: justify; color: #312C18;]
Seizel knew that Stacey was busy changing, but he didn't know that his magnemite had gone over to bother the drifbloon that seemed to by shying away from Magenta. Magenta suddenly looked hurt by this and her eye lid fluttered close softly for a minute. The feminine magnemite suddenly decided it was fine to cry and floated right to Stacey's bouncy comforters and snuggled into them. The magnemite just wanted to be comforted after being rejected. Who will I ever get to love mee? I'm not worth loving am I? Oh hey baby, do these pillows come with a one-time warranty? the magnemite's attitude suddenly changed in a split second. Seizel heard Stacey returned as he wiped his brow after more shards scattered themselves across the cave floor. Turning to meet her and listening to what she said decided to respond right away.
"Oh, well, good thing you got changed, I thought you got lost for a minute. So hard to see in the dark without your light Magenta," he said to her, and then when he looked at Stacey he noticed where Magenta was. Pulling on the left magnet of Magenta's body and then pulling her close to him for a minute. "How many times have I told you not to molest humans?" he asked her quietly. It was like talking with a child sometimes. Magenta just bounced up and down to emphasize how squishy that rack of Stacey's was. Seizel sighed softly and then turned back to Stacey after hearing where they should get started. Well, as he was tugging on Magenta's magnet he looked around. "Well, uhm, I don't know, do you have any tools to help break down these chunks?' he asked her calmly.
What on Earth was she going to use to dig? Seizel couldn't see well enough to see if she brought anything, but Magenta got free of his grasp. Although she just floated there, acting all sad, but still winking at the drifbloon whenever she could. Seizel then tried to answer Stacey just then, but he felt something crumbling underneath his feet just then. Realizing he had stumbled upon another hole in the cave and quickly jumped to the side. "HAH! Not this time, not going to land in another cave-in!" he said but this left him pressing Stacey up against the other side of the wall...although he had lost his pickaxe as it fell down the hole. Looking back and then to his hand, he frowned. "Man, now I need to go down there..." he muttered, but didn't want to leave Stacey. "Well, you can come with me, or you can stay here to figure out a way to dig for shards...I have to get my pickaxe if I want more, what say you?" he asked her while still being like a few inches away from her soft lips.
Seizel was obviously not blinking nor was he blushing considering he thought this was normal for something to happen like this between friends. What kind of upbringing had he been raised with?
Level: 18 Nickname: Magenta Met: Member of the month at level 10 Gender: Genderless (feminine traits) Ability: Analytic Attacks: Magnet Rise - Signal Beam - Metal Sound - Tackle - Thundershock - Psych Up - Charge Beam - Thunder wave Personality: Likes to hum - flirtatious (regardless of gender) - carefree Digging 5/10Breeding post 23/28 x
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Post by [K]azzy on Sept 2, 2012 18:42:45 GMT -5
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[atrb=style, width: 500px, bTable][atrb=style,width:20px][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true] | [atrb=style, width:10px; background:#84979e;] | [atrb=style, background:#84979e; color:#1a5f79; font-family: Arial; border-right: 3px solid #1a5f79; border-left: 3px solid #1a5f79; border-bottom: 3px solid #1a5f79;][style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #1d88af; padding: 0px 10px; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase]Last Night I Went Raving[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; border-bottom: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-top: -5px;]All night techno playing, was all that I heard play. In my mind it had stayed. I had no clue to the track name, it's driving me insane.[/style]
[style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #1d88af; padding: 0px 5px; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase;]“[/style][style=padding: 17px; color: 04455d; font-family: Tahoma; background: #90a5ac url(http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5981/letterbg.png); margin: -20px 20px -23px 20px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; border: 1px dotted #1a5f79;]
Eclipse was still not as fond of the electric type as Stacey was. In fact, she hid behind her, her body shaking with fear. The little Driftloon was afraid of most things anyways and didn't care to really try and make friends just yet. She was still getting used to Stacey anyways as a newly hatched Pokemon. Would jealousy possibly occur with that Magnemite clinging onto Stacey's chest like that? Driftloon didn't think it would affect her now but, possibly later she could become a little defensive over Stacey and the attention that she liked to give. For now, Driftloon floated beside her loyally, like a child holding a balloon. When Stacey had returned to Seizel, she hummed to herself for a moment, feeling the goosebumps appear on her skin from the vibrating little Pokemon that clung to her. This helped the trainer stay calm and be as mature as possible; although that didn't do so well in her mind. Luckily, Stacey didn't understand Pokemon Speech and although the Magnemite was clever with her words, she simply smiled and waited for Seizel to pull her off so she didn't have to reject her again. Doing such a thing made Stacey feel bad and it wasn't her place to control that Pokemon. On the other hand, the vibration and light shock did feel nice against her skin in that area.
Finally, the Magnemite was pulled off and Stacey sighed in relief. Not that she didn't like it or anything but, this way- she wouldn't seem so weird about it and possibly scare off her new friend. "Tools?" Stacey shot the question back and then glanced over at her Driftloon who had no idea what he was talking about either. "Well no actually.. I never thought about going into the walls.." That made her sounds stupid. What kind of person came into a cave and didn't have a pickaxe with them? The blonde turned her face away, blushing from the embarrassment as she realized that she was pretty much useless unless you counted digging dirt in the ground. "Umm.. let me check.." Stacey flipped her bag over to the front, placing the egg inside now so that her hands were free. Sadly, there was nothing in her bag that she could use as a digging tool and sighed, zipping it up before swinging it over her shoulder once again. "Sorry... I umm... I don't.." At that moment, Eclipse had jumped back, fearing the winking electric type which, also lead to a hole forming in the ground. Stacey took a step back against the wall, a gasp escaping her lips as suddenly, she was almost face to face with Seizel.
"umm.." Stacey didn't want to move or say anything, why didn't he seem weird about it as well? The pick aze had dropped down the hole which, seemed to lead onto another level in the cave. "I um.." A blush ran across her face as heat rose and she began to tremble. His body was pretty much resting on hers and if she leaned forward just an inch, they would kiss. "I uh... I can go with.." Eclipse was also hiding, although she couldn't fall down the hole like people would, it was still a scary thing to see. Why was Seizel so used to this kind of behavior? It drove many different kinds of questions into the blonde's mind but, she simply sighed and closed her eyes for a moment to calm herself down. "We can go together..." Stacey bit her bottom lip, now trying to hold her breath so she wasn't breathing on his face. How weird was this close encounter anyways? It was sure bringing a lot of heat but, was it enough to get things going? "Or um.." Stacey thought of another idea. "Eclipse could get it perhaps.." She looked back at her floating ghost type. Maybe Eclipse could float down and grab the axe and bring it back. This would give them a little alone time as well if Seizel was up for it.
Digging Post 5/10Eclipse the DriftloonLevel: 5 Gender: Female Type: Ghost | Flying Ability: Aftermath: The foe that dealt the final hit loses 1/4 of its maximum HP if the move made physical contact. Unburden: Speed is doubled once the held item is consumed. Attacks: Constrict, Minimize , Memento, Weather Ball Obtained: Hatched Item Held: N/A Random Egg Advertising Prize 5/15
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[style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-bottom: -15px]TAGGED : Thanks bby~[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-bottom: -15px]NOTES : Stacey Post![/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; border-bottom: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-bottom: -15px]CREDITS : template by JAWN of AA, OTE, DMB and TC[/style]
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Post by Steve on Sept 2, 2012 19:02:27 GMT -5
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Seizel had been highly anticipating this moment, but he could feel Stacey's large chest pressed against him. That was certainly a new experience since he was used to most of the trainers around this area being as flat as a board. It was hard to tell if he was actually liking this situation or not, but he was old enough to know that his pants certainly understood what this meant. Sure, he could be a virgin at times, but he was as oblivious to love as the next person and then he pulled away once she mentioned using her drifloon to go get the tool as he then put his wits to use. "Yes, you're right! I didn't think of that and Magenta could go help her look for it! If she doesn't mind the help!" he exclaimed.
Obviously very excited that Stacey had come to this conclusion as he looked at her with admiration for a minute. Well that and he might have been wanting an excuse to stare at her large rack that he had seen previously. Still he wasn't one to boast about how big a person's bust size was, but he had to say Stacey certainly beat a lot of women in that department. Once he got his mind out of the gutter and thinking with his head instead he looked down to the hole that had engulfed his pick. Yes, he'd definitely be able to send Magenta down there since she had magnet rise.
That was when Seizel ran up to Stacey and held her hands to his lips as he pressed his soft lips against them gently just then, but this gesture he normally didn't do at all. "You're so brilliant, and that's alright, once we get the tool back we can share it if you want," he said to her calmly. Imagining them both holding the pickax and flailing uncontrollably as it spiraled to the ground with him pressed on top of her. Yes, his plan was devious and cunning, although he wasn't going to really execute that. It was just fun to imagine what could happen. Even as his magnemite seemed to buzz with happiness that she'd be spending more time with the drifbloon. "Magenta, just don't disturb her or I'll send you by yourself," he said to Magenta as Magenta seemed to whir with appreciation for that. Even though she was slightly humming again and the throbbing vibrations were being carried throughout Seizel's body and around the area s he held her close to his left breast so she would leave the drifbloon alone and Stacey for now.
Level: 18 Nickname: Magenta Met: Member of the month at level 10 Gender: Genderless (feminine traits) Ability: Analytic Attacks: Magnet Rise - Signal Beam - Metal Sound - Tackle - Thundershock - Psych Up - Charge Beam - Thunder wave Personality: Likes to hum - flirtatious (regardless of gender) - carefree Digging 6/10Breeding post 9/28 x
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Post by [K]azzy on Sept 2, 2012 19:54:27 GMT -5
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Was that really the best idea ever? Well, to Seizel, it seemed like it was sunshine and rainbows in this dark cave. Although, the only question that passed through her head was what kind of light would they use to see each other as they waited for the two Pokemon to return? There was minimal light in here already but, nothing major in order to see things better. It was almost in a romantic sort of light or a sexual light if you really wanted to go that far. Stacey inhaled, feeling her chest rub up against Seizel's body. She wanted to personally run up to the guy that invented the bra and hug him. Without that guy's invention, she would be in such a world of sensitivity and some pain depending on what she was doing. Luckily, Stacey couldn't tell if this affected her friend as much as it did to herself. She imagined that it would but, he had such a focused look on his face that the only way to find out would be to undress him. Oh god, Stacey shook her head, pushing that thought away quickly before things got out of hand.
"I'm sure she won't mind, right Eclipse?" Stacey turned her face to see her Driftloon's widen eyes before she tried to hide again. "Come on, you need to make friends and Magenta seems really nice..." Stacey smiled, trying to think if it was possible that the Magnemite was perhaps too nice and if it frightened her Pokemon at all. Nevertheless, Eclipse would be perfect to help the Magnemite to find the pickaxe since it was so dark down there. Plus, it would be dangerous for everyone to go down in case the hole would collapse in or if something would happen. That would just be Stacey's luck, her second attempt in a damn cave and yet again, something bad would happen to her and her partner.
Stacey pushed her bag to the side, this way she wasn't leaning on it or in danger of hurting the fragile thing at all. She glanced back, noticing that Seizel was staring at her for some reason. What did he see in her anyways? She figured she was pretty smart and didn't think she was too stupid but then again, Stacey did know that she always seemed so defenseless anyways. Soon, her hand was taken up, only for Seizel to press his lips against her skin, making the goosebumps much more noticeable on her body. "Oh um...I" Stacey couldn't find the words to say with all this flattery. A pink shade began on her cheeks and across her nose as he offered for them to share his tool. Stacey bit her bottom lip, trying to figure out if she even knew how to use the damn thing. One hand reached up, nervously scratching the back of her head as she looked away. "Oh um.. sure, that's if- you can show me how." She smiled sheepishly at him and then looked back at Eclipse with a nod. "Magenta won't hurt you okay? Just find the pick axe and bring it right back up." Stacey walked over and held her Driftloon for a moment in a small hug. "We'll be right here, I promise." Stacey smiled and kissed the balloon's forehead or, rather the top of her head as she brought her over closer to the hole.
The Driftloon was a little nervous at first but with the reassuring look, she floated over to the hole and waited for the Magnemite to join her. "Like I said, we'll be right here." Stacey glanced back at Seizel and smiled. What kinds of things will happen with them two being alone? Stacey had no idea at this point but, it was exciting to think about. If anything, Stacey could run for the exit and his Pokemon were outside in case anyone else would come in. It sounded like a dirty rape scene about to happen but, the blonde was sure everything would work out.
Digging Post 6/10Eclipse is going into the hole!Eclipse the DriftloonLevel: 5 Gender: Female Type: Ghost | Flying Ability: Aftermath: The foe that dealt the final hit loses 1/4 of its maximum HP if the move made physical contact. Unburden: Speed is doubled once the held item is consumed. Attacks: Constrict, Minimize , Memento, Weather Ball Obtained: Hatched Item Held: N/A Random Egg Advertising Prize 6/15
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[style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-bottom: -15px]TAGGED : Thanks bby~[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-bottom: -15px]NOTES : Stacey Post![/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; border-bottom: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-bottom: -15px]CREDITS : template by JAWN of AA, OTE, DMB and TC[/style]
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Post by Steve on Sept 5, 2012 12:41:40 GMT -5
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Seizel thought this was a great strategy without him having to go down there, but Magenta was getting rather enticed by thoughts of being near the drifbloon as her whole body suddenly hummed joyously at being near the drifbloon again. Oh yeah, might I say you are so shiny and your smoothness makes me jealous of your skin she said and winked at the drifloon. Well, at least they'd be away from them for a bit, but Seizel nodded to Magenta, "Now, stop that Magenta, and make sure you don't lose her, or I'll hold you responsible!" he said to Magenta. Magenta let out a little whir of approval to show that she would indeed do this if they were to actually get out of there alive. Even so Seizel suddenly felt his grip loosening a little as the whole place felt like it was going to cave down.
Although he was about to be surprised by the support beam above his head that was slowly cracking and had seen better days. It was obvious that the dirt was going to bust it open and Brutus was just outside literally sleeping against the wall. Some would mistake it for meditating if they weren't paying attention. Back inside the cave, Magenta quickly whirred off into the cave without Eclipse but expected her to follow right after. Magenta wasn't the patient type but she was going to be on her best behavior it sounded like now that he had talked with her. Stacey didn't seem all that innocent to him, but he supposed that wasn't her fault in the long run.
So as soon as Magenta was gone he instantly looked to Stacey and dropped his tone a little while he was still apparently holding her precariously like he was. Still, he couldn't help feel like he was pushing a few limits for the two of them right now. So he decided to keep it to himself as Magenta was slowly trudging off alone in the dark with sparks lighting up the whole area where she was. Seizel probably had the only source of light atop his head considering he could still sort of see. Even with her bosom in the way of his vision at times, but he made sure his eyes stayed looking up no matter how much cleavage she had either. Magenta seemed content on floating down here, but she was turning around for a moment to make sure that Eclipse had indeed followed her right away. Magenta let a blast of thunder out near where she was to give the drifloon an idea where she had went to.
Seizel then nodded towards Stacey just then, "Yeah, I can show you, if you come here and put your hands out like this I'll come behind you to try showing you the right movements," he said to her grinning innocently. Yes, this would have been a perfect opportunity to cop a feel of her chest. No, he was too far gone now to go back and he had to teach her how to use a pick axe otherwise nothing would get done down here. It wasn't like the last few times, but Seizel moved out of the way so Stacey could set up herself in the correct position as he showed her she should have her legs apart a little to get a good swinging stance. "One rule, make sure when you are swinging the pickax over your head and before that no one is behind you. Cause I probably won't be behind you when you actually have the pickaxe like that," he said to her calmly. It was mainly to reassure her that he didn't want to go home with a pickaxe in his head...or have to explain that one to his parents.
Level: 18 Nickname: Magenta Met: Member of the month at level 10 Gender: Genderless (feminine traits) Ability: Analytic Attacks: Magnet Rise - Signal Beam - Metal Sound - Tackle - Thundershock - Psych Up - Charge Beam - Thunder wave Personality: Likes to hum - flirtatious (regardless of gender) - carefree Digging 7/10Breeding post 12/28 x
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Post by [K]azzy on Sept 8, 2012 11:51:57 GMT -5
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[atrb=style, width: 500px, bTable][atrb=style,width:20px][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true] | [atrb=style, width:10px; background:#84979e;] | [atrb=style, background:#84979e; color:#1a5f79; font-family: Arial; border-right: 3px solid #1a5f79; border-left: 3px solid #1a5f79; border-bottom: 3px solid #1a5f79;][style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #1d88af; padding: 0px 10px; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase]Last Night I Went Raving[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; border-bottom: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-top: -5px;]All night techno playing, was all that I heard play. In my mind it had stayed. I had no clue to the track name, it's driving me insane.[/style]
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Stacey watched as the Magnemite got excited over her Pokémon. Wait, wasn't that Magnemite a female? The blond shook her head, she too was also pansexual which meant that she liked both guys and girls but, did not judge based on sex. She smiled as the Driftloon slowly floated into the hole, following the Magnemite whom, excitedly went ahead. She levitated over as quickly as she could, following the electricity and the sparks. <looooonnnnnn...> Eclipse called back, letting Stacey know that she was all the way down inside and safe. This made Stacey happy and within a few moments of the Pokémon leaving, Seizel and Stacey were now alone for a little while.
Stacey listened to the empty silence of the cave, the dripping water along the walls and the rock falling from the stop. She didn't know that the walls may cave in with them inside, possibly trapping them together. Would there be another disaster inside the Cave? It was Stacey's luck and she should expect it but, the girl was way too naive and oblivious to figure anything out at this point. Stacey looked up, locking eyes with Seizel for a moment before the pink had returned to her cheeks. What was she feeling? Why did he make her feel so nervous but excited at the same time. She shook her head, shaking the thoughts away before sighing deeply to calm herself down. After all, they were just friends and Stacey was pretty sure that he had no interest in her whatsoever. Then again, Stacey wouldn't know if he was interested or not anyways.
Stacey's mind was wondering off when she finally heard her friend speak. He was willing to show her all the movements and how to actually use the tool to find shards. Wouldn't that be exciting! His body pressed up against hers from behind and, it was all innocent- at least Stacey thought so. That or she was too stupid to understand it. "Oh sure!" She smiled, carefully stepping to the side in order to move away from the hole. It would suck for her to fall in or get hurt again. Slowly, the blonde placed herself in front of Seizel and tried to position her feet like his was. "Like this?" She turned her head back, swaying her hips a little to show that she was in position for the tool or at least that's what she thought was the position for it. The way that she would move her hips though could be sexy if he was staring but to her, it was just what she did. "Oh yeah, I won't hit you.. or try to at least." Stacey giggled nervously, it sounded like a dangerous thing and she didn't want to kill him in a cave. That would not only put a hurt on her self-esteem but, would also cause everything she had worked on to be pointless. Besides, if something bad happened, who would help her?
"How hard do you hit the wall?" She tried asking, unsure if a steady pace of hitting would work or if you had to slam all of your body weight into the rock. Stacey was worried about pieces flying and if she would get any in her eyes of mouth. Choking on a rock did not seem like fun at this point and if it was a shard, it would be more dangerous.
Digging Post 7/10Eclipse is follow Magenta!Eclipse the DriftloonLevel: 5 Gender: Female Type: Ghost | Flying Ability: Aftermath: The foe that dealt the final hit loses 1/4 of its maximum HP if the move made physical contact. Unburden: Speed is doubled once the held item is consumed. Attacks: Constrict, Minimize , Memento, Weather Ball Obtained: Hatched Item Held: N/A Random Egg Advertising Prize 7/15
[/style][style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #1d88af; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px]”[/style] [style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #1d88af; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px]― STACEY[/style]
[style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-bottom: -15px]TAGGED : Thanks bby~[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-bottom: -15px]NOTES : Stacey Post![/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; border-bottom: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-bottom: -15px]CREDITS : template by JAWN of AA, OTE, DMB and TC[/style]
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Post by Steve on Sept 14, 2012 18:56:31 GMT -5
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Seizel certainly was embarrassed with how he was holding Stacey like this but the way she wiggled her hips almost made him want to just push her over by accident then fall on top of her. Instead he tried not to think too hard on the fact her round buttocks was pressed right up against his crotch. Sweat started to pour down his face as lewd thoughts seemed to cross his mind at this fact, but he was a modest man. So instead, he pretended it wasn't bothering him as he nodded his head towards Stacey and kept on swinging causing her body to rub into his more. The reaction was definitely getting to him, and he could almost feel that he was going to have to get away from that sexy body of hers soon. If he didn't well, unexpected consequences would happen and he would have probably been called a pervert too.
The awkward positioning wasn't helping as he nodded to her after pulling away although accidentally tugged on her hand to pull her closer to him as he had his arms out as if attempting to hug her. This would probably result in her falling on him, but he was already starting to fall over as he had tripped over a rock helping a hand to falling backwards to hit his head against the cold ground. Yelping in a little pain, but luckily dirt had greeted his fall even as he had been rather off put by her doing that. "Yes, that's exactly how you do it, Stacey, and keep that up. You'll be a professional in no time," he said to her calmly. It wasn't really his first rodeo either, but he hoped their pokemon were doing alright.
Magenta was definitely having fun humming and shooting off electricity as she noticed that the pickaxe wasn't too far from where they had gone. Seizel could see the sparks down below from the hole and he knew Magenta had found what they were looking for as she used a thundershock on the area where the pickax was so they didn't lose it again. Really, her trainer was such a dope sometimes, Magenta thought to herself, Look, I found it,~! she said to the drifloon that was hovering nearby. Eclipse was still cute, but Magenta refrained from hitting on her, considering she didn't hit on everything constantly.
Level: 18 Nickname: Magenta Met: Member of the month at level 10 Gender: Genderless (feminine traits) Ability: Analytic Attacks: Magnet Rise - Signal Beam - Metal Sound - Tackle - Thundershock - Psych Up - Charge Beam - Thunder wave Personality: Likes to hum - flirtatious (regardless of gender) - carefree Digging 8/10Breeding post 19/28 x
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Post by [K]azzy on Sept 15, 2012 20:48:57 GMT -5
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Stacey focused on her pretending on hitting the wall. The strength would be tedious and it would be useful if she could actually put some force into it. Then again, this was just pretend and she was sure that using the real thing would be more difficult then it seemed. The way his body was pressed against her's felt warm and slowly, the pink color rose on the blonde's fair skin. She tried to not think like that for the sake of being mature for this activity. It was difficult though with Seizel's crotch rubbing against her round ass.
She didn't think about it much, after all, Stacey was pretty dense when it came to these things and normally didn't come up with the first possible sexual thing that came to mind. She was innocent after all, with no experience what so ever in the field of love and play. On the other hand, Stacey had seen plenty of videos and movies and knew what was suppose to happen- just now how. "Oh okay, you make it easier then it looks." She giggled a bit with that statement. It was stupid of her to comment on that but, she just couldn't help herself. Stacey was sure that he had plenty of practice with the pick axe and she was just being annoying.
Luck just wasn't on the blonde girl's side this time. Actually, luck was never on her side when it came to these dark ruins. Once again, Stacey found herself falling but this time, her hand was held with Seizel's as she fell right ontop of him as gravity pulled him to the ground. The entire accident was caused by a simple slip and fall; with a rock added as a bonus trip. This time however, Stacey closed her eyes, afraid that once again she was going to get hurt because it was going to become dark. Although, that was not the case- everything was still right where it was. The only thing that was different from her previous experience, was that she had fallen on top of the guy and now, her lips were pressed against his.
Seconds went by before Stacey realized what was going on. She had her eyes closed after all and when she finally figured that it was not a complete disaster from the falling, she opened her eyes, only for her face to turn beat red and she stumbled over herself, pushing herself up and off of the guy before backing away a few steps. "I-I.." She began, swallowing her words harshly, unsure of what had happened. Not that she didn't like it- she did very much but, Stacey didn't want to seem like some pathetic girl to her new friend. "I-I'm so sorry I.." Stacey reached up, trying to hide her face with her hair as she turned around, trying to shake the redness from her face. What would Seizel think of her now?
Down below, where the little purple balloon and the Magnet went, it was dark but, had some light thanks to the Magnemite's electricity. For awhile, Eclipse was a little behind the Electric type, shy and timid of the situation until they had finally come upon the pick axe that Seizel had dropped before. The Driftloon's eyes lit up as Magenta found it and she went forward, trying to pick it up with her little arms. It was way too heavy for her though. She was so young after all and was recently just hatched. <I.. I can't get it..> She was able to turn and face the Magnemite, her eyes begging for help as she struggled with the heavy tool.
Digging Post 8/10Eclipse is is struggling with the Axe!Eclipse the DriftloonLevel: 5 Gender: Female Type: Ghost | Flying Ability: Aftermath: The foe that dealt the final hit loses 1/4 of its maximum HP if the move made physical contact. Unburden: Speed is doubled once the held item is consumed. Attacks: Constrict, Minimize , Memento, Weather Ball Obtained: Hatched Item Held: N/A Random Egg Advertising Prize 8/15
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[style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-bottom: -15px]TAGGED : Thanks bby~[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-bottom: -15px]NOTES : Stacey Post![/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; border-bottom: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-bottom: -15px]CREDITS : template by JAWN of AA, OTE, DMB and TC[/style]
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Post by Steve on Sept 16, 2012 18:52:37 GMT -5
[atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign, top][atrb=style,background-color:DADADA; border: 2px solid #2E2E2E;][atrb=width,370,true] [STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 5px solid #DADADA; float: left; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 30px; margin-top: 5px; margin-left: 5px; background-image: url(http://i43.tinypic.com/2hrfwvo.png);] [/style][STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-weight: bolder; text-shadow: #0A0A0A -1px -2px 0px; font-size: 17pt; color: #DADADA; text-align: right; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-top: -17px;background-color:2E2E2E; border-top: 70px solid #2E2E2E; font-style: italic; padding: 3px;]please don't save me[/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 7pt; color: #2E2E2E; text-align: right; letter-spacing: 3px; margin-bottom: -16px; margin-left: 7px; margin-top: -15px; background-color: C4C4C4; padding: 3px;border-top: 2px solid #DADADA;]I'll put the nails in my coffin myself...[/style][STYLE=margin-top: -7px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; margin: 10px; padding: 7px; text-align: justify; color: #312C18;]
Magenta was watching as Eclipse tried picking up the pick ax with her arms, but she supposed it would have been too easy if had been like that. Still, she was able to help the drifloon lift up the pickax just then as she used her magnet's to literally snap it up to her body as it then glued itself there. Helping the drifloon and she hadn't even thought of doing that in the first place. Seizel heard the clang from down below, but he was busy with problems of his own. It seemed that he wasn't about to do anything just then, but he was glad he hadn't hurt Stacey at all as she fell onto him. That was new, but he wasn't expecting what happened next just then, but he felt his own face getting rather heated suddenly.
That was when he felt Stacey's full lips on his own, and that's when things started to get a little more heated. Even as she was on top of him, and he knew that she would feel a certain reaction from him again. This time much more noticeable than before. It was hard to hide being a prominent part of his body, but the obvious procreation of such a technique would definitely make him hide it further more. Oh yes, he now knew why he was never so openly flirtatious with women a lot. Nor why he ventured in caves alone with them a lot. Yet this did open his eyes to many possibilities that could befall him if he wasn't careful, however, she was standing up now. Walking away from him as he tried to see the sway of her hips, but the light he had was pointed down at her ass. Just as much as he wanted to stay away from that area, but he suddenly lifted it directly to Stacey's face.
"Oh, my, uhm, it's alright, It was uhm,," he said, and didn't know exactly what to say as he felt slightly unsure of their situation now. It was definitely something that a coincidence couldn't even fathom right now. Seizel's mind was made up that he wasn't going to let anyone else have Stacey, but that didn't mean he wanted her for himself. Just as a friend, however, if he did this then he might as well be her boyfriend in the long run. She probably wasn't looking for anything like that as he tried to think of what to do in this situation. Magenta was certainly happy that she had got the pickax but now was the key point of trying to get back up. Using her magnet rise she floated on back up towards the top letting the drifloon follow her with her electricity sparking behind her. Mainly as a guiding light as Seizel slowly got up afterwards and brushed himself off as she smelled the perfume from Stacey.
It was definitely hot, but he wondered if he should make a move here. The ball was in his court, and whatever he did would determine if something more would happen. Oh, he had an idea as his hands slid along Stacey's shoulders slowly spreading from her neck as his hands pressed down firmly. Then started to slide them across her shoulder blades to the outside in firm massaging motions as he started to slowly rub circles. Then he leaned up into her ear as he whispered seductively in a way, mainly to tease her, "Well, I can't complain, but next time warn me if you want to confess your feelings," he said to her as he then suddenly backed away while laughing. Then nervously scratching the back of his head like many men would do in this situation. "I would love to do it again," no moron, don't say that! he chastised himself for that one. Still, it had felt great, but their little 'meeting' had been interrupted as Magenta brought back the pick ax up with Eclipse following hopefully.
Seizel smiled nervously in hopes that Stacey wouldn't hate him for this either.
Level: 18 Nickname: Magenta Met: Member of the month at level 10 Gender: Genderless (feminine traits) Ability: Analytic Attacks: Magnet Rise - Signal Beam - Metal Sound - Tackle - Thundershock - Psych Up - Charge Beam - Thunder wave Personality: Likes to hum - flirtatious (regardless of gender) - carefree Digging 9/10Breeding post 22/28 x
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Post by [K]azzy on Sept 17, 2012 15:53:01 GMT -5
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Eclipse had tried over and over to pick up that heavy axe. In fact, she had dropped the shiny tool a few times trying to hold it in her arms. This made her sad, she wanted to help or at least feel like she was doing something but, it looked like it didn't work that way for the little Driftloon. She sighed, looking back at the Magnemite who promptly picked up the tool to her body like there was no work involved. Eclipse smiled, thanking the Pokemon for the help but, was thinking to herself that one day, when she evolves- she too would be able to do something like pick up a tool off the ground. After Magenta was able to get herself steady, the two Pokemon began to travel back to the surface to Stacey and Seizel. During this time, things were beginning to get interesting.
Stacey was still trying to get herself together at this point. The falling had not only shocked her but, caused the blonde to tremble in her own fear. This was simply because they had kissed. Would that really be considered a first kiss or was it more of an accidental thing? Stacey tried not to think about but, it was more difficult then it seemed as her face flared red as she thought of his lips against hers. They were soft, warm and Stacey was pretty sure that there was more going on with that moment but, the blonde was dense and couldn't recall such a perverted idea in her head.
Seizel was finally able to find words as well as soon as Stacey was able to walk away to hide her face from this embarrassment. She bit her bottom lip, closing her eyes again as she tried to figure out why this had happened and what she was feeling. There were butterfree fluttering in the girl's stomach and it made her feel sick and confused. So many feelings and Stacey couldn't figure out what was wrong with her. Did she like him? Was she wanting to be more with him? The Trainer did not understand and simply shook her head, trying to push away any thoughts. What if he rejected her? What if he hated her? Tears weld up in her eyes and she whimpered a little, reaching up to wipe any tears that may had fallen down her cheeks from all the confusion. She was an emotional beast after all and it was hard for her to understand a lot of things.
That was when things began to change again. All this rush of emotion and confusion and Stacey couldn't contain it all. In the middle of her trying to pull herself together, Seizel had come up behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders. It was warm and soothing and Stacey stood there, weak in the knees but, she couldn't move. Nervous and Scared, the girl couldn't even speak as his hands began to travel along her shoulders and neck. Goosebumps began to form all over her skin and she felt her heart race while her breathing began to quicken.
This didn't seem like a thing he would do; he was so shy after all and they had only met. Maybe the kiss sparked something? Was this the beginning of something? That wasn't even the worse part. The most difficult thing that Stacey had to take was his warm words in her ears. A little 'ah..' escaped her lips as she licked them, trying to moisten the dry skin before she was able to comprehend what he was saying. It was arousing, sexy and made her feel weak and woozy. "I..." She tried to speak words but, nothing worked. Seizel finally lifted his hands off her and backed up a bit. This did not stop the weakness in her knees or the trembling in her voice but, she was finally able to turn around and face him- even though her face was pink.
Did he say he liked it? He wanted more? Stacey swallowed harshly, inhaling slowly to stall for more time. She didn't know how to respond. It made her feel good that she was good enough to him that he wanted more. It made her feel needed, wanted and there was so much more in this that she couldn't even understand. "I..I liked it too.." That was stupid to say. Stacey's face flared more and she crossed her arms, basically hugging herself, only to be distracted as the two Pokemon were back from their adventure. This would be the perfect time for a distraction and for her to focus on the cave. "So.. um.." the girl began, trying to find words. "Um.. we should dig.. yes?"
Digging Post 10/10Eclipse was Successful in her adventure !Eclipse the DriftloonLevel: 5 Gender: Female Type: Ghost | Flying Ability: Aftermath: The foe that dealt the final hit loses 1/4 of its maximum HP if the move made physical contact. Unburden: Speed is doubled once the held item is consumed. Attacks: Constrict, Minimize , Memento, Weather Ball Obtained: Hatched Item Held: N/A Random Egg Advertising Prize 10/15
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[style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-bottom: -15px]TAGGED : Thanks bby~[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-bottom: -15px]NOTES : Stacey Post![/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; border-bottom: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-bottom: -15px]CREDITS : template by JAWN of AA, OTE, DMB and TC[/style]
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Post by Steve on Sept 17, 2012 20:47:34 GMT -5
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Magenta handed the pickaxe to Seizel as he grabbed it, but looked at Stacey's reaction to his own. Yes, that had been a rather desirable reaction, but he wasn't going to say much more. After all he was an enigma and was impossible to read all the time. Even though he could read her body language just easily at the moment. Whatever the case was, he wasn't going to give in just like that suddenly, but he knew she was feeling fearful of him just then. The kiss had left him with confused feeling, but it was far from perfect. His face was a mix of antagonizing emotions since he wasn't sure how to handle this situation in all honesty. "Well, uhm, I can show you how to truly mine now if you want," he said softly although he realized he had collected a large amount of shards now. Having Magenta haul the bag up to the owner of the ruins so she could float back down.
Yes, he had done some major digging, but most of it had been teaching Stacey how to mine as well as he was rubbing the back of his head shyly again just then. The massage earlier seemed to have soothed her a little and even made her look at him with desirable eyes. Oh, why did he have to think of perverse things now. Even with her so close to him, Magenta sensed what was going on and quickly hurried back after cashing in the shards hoping to get a good discount on some new items. Well, she really didn't buy anything just brought the shards up to the surface to Brutus quickly while then floating back to Eclipse just then.
"So, uhm...I don't know what else to say," he added looking shyly away from her, and this was too awkward. It was as if that something should shove them together, and Magenta did just that. Oh just go get her big boy and man up, she winked at her trainer. Yes, she thought he was a hunk, but she could tell Stacey dug him. Hell. it was the genderless magnemite trying to get him to hook up with. Still, he couldn't always be one step behind the nice guys and decided to just fuck his own emotions. If he messed this up then he might as well just let his magnemite electrocute him to death. "Stacey, do you want to go out with me?" he asked her as he looked her in the eyes and was now pushing her up against the cave wall by holding her shoulders with his hands so she'd have to look him in the eyes. This was a rather forceful way, but his face was serious. He really needed to know, otherwise he would have never gotten the courage to do anything else like this before.
Magenta smirked after that bump had knocked him forwards and then turned to Eclipse...Gosh, he can be an idiot sometimes, she chuckled softly as she let herself start to hum more.
Level: 18 Nickname: Magenta Met: Member of the month at level 10 Gender: Genderless (feminine traits) Ability: Analytic Attacks: Magnet Rise - Signal Beam - Metal Sound - Tackle - Thundershock - Psych Up - Charge Beam - Thunder wave Personality: Likes to hum - flirtatious (regardless of gender) - carefree Digging 10/10Breeding post 25/28 x
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Post by [K]azzy on Sept 17, 2012 22:44:17 GMT -5
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Why was Stacey so worked up with all of these emotions? It wasn't like the feelings that she has in her stomach didn't make sense to her. She even knew exactly how she felt about Seizel and yet, Stacey was still acting like a school girl when she's asked to the prom for her first time. Would this also be considered Stacey's first kiss? It was possible since she never really had any intimate boyfriends before. They were all mainly for fun or best friends that she could never get into. It was like the cuddling and the talking and hanging out all the time without any public displays of affection, relationship or sexual connection. This allowed things to be much less complicated and Stacey usually stuck with that mind set. Yet, kissing Seizel felt so right, like she needed to and was meant to have her lips meet his. It was like the first time you blew on a dandelion and watched the seeds float away in the breeze. That lost feeling you got when you stared into the sunset. All of that and more and yet, there they were, basically staring at each other.
"um.. yeah I- I guess we coul-ld." Stacey was having trouble forming that sentence after the distraction had occured. Eclipse was floating there, in shock and confused herself from the emotions and intensity that was felt in the group setting. That awkwardness that sometimes happened when things were off chart and Eclipse didn't know what to do, the poor thing. Stacey glanced over, watching as Magenta had pulled the shards away. Luckily, Seizel had already dug up so many that Stacey was sure he could spare her a few- she wouldn't ask for much anyways. The blonde glanced back, realizing that they were stuck in this bubble of confusion- even Seizel was lost for words and it seemed that the pair would not be able to get over this. That was until, Magenta had floated over and bumped Seizel right into Stacey; pushing her against the wall with him laying on her. Eclipse got a weird vibe and even as the Magnemite spoke, she turned herself, blushing and covering her eyes like a child would during a kissing scene at a movie.
Stacey didn't know what was going on, nor did she understand what the Magnemite was saying but, all she knew was that the pink on her face was now apparent and she felt the goosebumps rise and the heat of the bodies returning at this moment. Not only that but, Seizel's hands were on the girl's shoulders, holding herthere, looking her in the eyes like he was staring deeply into her soul and then, without missing a beat- "Stacey, do you want to go out with me?"
Did he just say? Wait.. did he.. Stacey had her jaw hanging open like some Magikarp in the ocean. She was completely lost for words. Did he seriously just ask her out? Was he being real about it? Would it be just a joke? Stacey didn't think she could take rejection, nor could she possibly say no. Was it right for them to date so soon? Why were the butterfree returning in her belly. Now she felt like a bellsprout, the way the plant Pokemon would sway when it walked- so weak and fragile. The grip on her shoulders was strong and forceful but, something about it made her feel safe and that he really wanted her. She bit her bottom lip, inhaling as she gazed back into his eyes. His heart was pure and she wanted to give him that chance. "Y-Yes.. Seizel.." Stacey's voice was low, soft and trembling. It was a lot of emotion to handle right now and the trainer's face blushed as she reached up and placed her hands on his face. What an adventure this had turned out to be, a reason to not only train harder but now she had someone too.
Stacey leaned herself forward, placing her lips against his as her eyes closed and she turned her head slightly to the right, pushing her body against his own as she locked them in another kiss- this time, without the accidental fall and awkwardness that the first one brought. Once they would break away, Stacey sighed and smiled. "We should get out of this cave and go somewhere a little less... creepy.." The blonde glanced around the dark cave, trying not to imagine anymore accidents that would happen. Now that they were officially dating, she wanted to try and talk with him, get to know him better and be able to meet his pokemon. She was sure he was much more experienced but, maybe he could help her understand the Pokemon world as well. Maybe starting this adventure wasn't as difficult as she originally thought it was. This time, as she locked her hand in his, she would have someone to support her along the way and who knows where they're relationship could take them.
❤ Stacey and Seizel's Relationship is now - Dating ❤
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[/b] Digging Post 11Eclipse the DriftloonLevel: 6 Gender: Female Type: Ghost | Flying Ability: Aftermath: The foe that dealt the final hit loses 1/4 of its maximum HP if the move made physical contact. Unburden: Speed is doubled once the held item is consumed. Attacks: Constrict, Minimize , Memento, Weather Ball, Astonish Obtained: Hatched Item Held: N/A [/center] [/size][/style][style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #1d88af; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px] ”[/style] [style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #1d88af; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px] ― STACEY[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-bottom: -15px] TAGGED : Thanks bby~[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-bottom: -15px] NOTES : Stacey Post![/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; border-bottom: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-bottom: -15px] CREDITS : template by JAWN of AA, OTE, DMB and TC[/style] [/td][td][atrb=style, width:10px; background:#84979e;][/td][td][atrb=style,width:20px][/td][/tr] [tr][td][/td][td][cs=3][atrb=style, height:10px; background:#84979e;][/td][td][/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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