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Post by Kathryn on Oct 17, 2011 10:37:41 GMT -5
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Spirit was by his side, breathing in the horrid stench of sweat and beer radiating from the other side of the bar. She hated it but the comfortable sofa that she lay on, her legs bent beneath her and head resting on her trainer’s lap, made it worth the trip. At least her mane and tail weren’t setting anything on fire. That had been a concern when she’d originally entered the bar, but they’d let her in after Joseph assured them that no harm would come of it. Joseph had requested a simple but large bowl of water, since alcohol didn’t agree with her, which she appreciated. It was quite warm outside.
”You’ve been amazing these past few months, Spirit,” Joseph stroked her mane lovingly, scratching behind her ear. He knew what she enjoyed – they’d been together for many, many years. ”Really brave and independent. I promise you’ll be gettin’ a really good grooming session tonight at the park. We'll be by the lake again and we can wrestle if you'd like.” With that, the man started to strum on his guitar, singing love songs which seemed to attract the attention of the other people in the bar. They'd occasionally raise their voices to the songs they knew, but for this Commander, he was singing simply for the enjoyment of Spirit and himself.
"I love you, I loved you all along... And I miss youuuu, been far away for far too long..." (Far Away by Nickelback)
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Post by Sir Hobs on Oct 17, 2011 11:24:25 GMT -5
Trudge was sick of today. Not only was he dropped in some random ass place named after a detective who found some strange ass girl in the mountain tops, he was also soaked through to the bone AND to top it off, he received some funky ass Pokémon that floated, looked like a mutated kids beach ball and had the power to suck dreams. He also received it from a retarded Human chicken thing. Whatever the case, he was pissed off. The only thing that would really brighten his day would be a riolu that magically appeared and hoped into one of his Pokeballs. Yea right, that was about as good as finding Tom in this bar. Speaking of which, he hadn't had a good Bell's in a long time and his body craved for the wonderful burning sensation at the back of his mouth. Firstly he had to get in. A guard, a really Scrawny looking character, stopped him before he could enter and demanded to hand in his weapons or else. "Or Else? Don't make me laugh. What can you do, kick me in the shins?" "Give me your weapons or I will force you to give them to me, For I am Inspector Grivlle!" Inspector Eh? Well guess what? I AM A FUCKING COLONEL! IS THIS HOW YOU SPEAK TO YOUR SUPERIORS! DROP DOWN AND GIVE ME TWO THOUSAND! OR I WILL SHOW YOU OR ELSE! The pathetic excuse for a guard immediately dropped to the ground, his face pale with fear. Then Some fat ass also showed up, with the wheeze of a smokers voice said, "Hey! You can't do that to my friend. Why I outta..." The Fat ass threw a lousy punch. But Trudge was Quick, grabbing the man's arm forcing the carry though Past him, He grabbed the man by his belt and threw him over him and onto the skinny guard, whom promptly started to cry in shock and pain. The fat ass was now disorientated, Trudge grabbed him by his collar and him him solidly on his temple, effectively knocking him out.
Trudge left the bloody and wheezing man to recover from his ordeal and promptly stormed off into the lounge, before sitting on a bub stool. "One quad Bell's, straight please." The barman casually poured his drink for him, he obviously had seen one too many fights. Without hesitation, Trudge threw it back like a Shot glass. His face cringed and he held the glass above his head. The beautiful burning sensation filling his throat and mouth. "Fuck I needed that, Today has been a really shit day." The Munna looked at him suspiciously before being swarmed by a red light and disappearing into the ball. "Damn, that thing creeps me out big time."
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Post by Kathryn on Oct 17, 2011 11:46:37 GMT -5
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Two crashes followed and Joseph paused in his music making, glancing up as a man stormed through. The crowd seemed to part to let the man in, and then he proceeded to down a shot of One Quad Bells without even hesitating. This man had obviously had a stressful day, however that was still no excuse. The man was probably a higher rank than him, but Mawely was off duty and on leave, older, taller, possibly stronger and more experienced, having been in the army since he was eighteen. At 42 years old, he was no fresh meat, that’s for sure. The man couldn’t really do that much to him legally. So he swung his feet from the table and downed the rest of his whiskey, he patted Spirit on the head reassuringly and approached the bar, taking a seat beside the man and placing his guitar against the desk.
“Whiskey on the rocks, and pour another shot for my friend here, would ya? Thanks man.” he purred to the bartender, paying him in full and giving him a bit of a tip in the process. When he’d received his drink, Spirit approached his side and returned the bowl, which the Bartender seemed to take with somewhat hesitation. With that done, Joseph turned towards Trudge with a calm expression. ”Colonel,” the man greeted casually with a slight nod of his head. Hell, this guy looked familiar! Mawely couldn’t shake off the feeling that they’d met somewhere before. ”You alright, sir?”
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Post by Sir Hobs on Oct 18, 2011 5:38:15 GMT -5
A man, black in colour, with a guitar sat down by his side and ordered him another drink. Trudge eyed him suspiciously before he reached for the massively powerful shotgun on his backpack and removed its clippings. He placed it by his left side under the bar table but his hand remained on his pistol just in case. I swear if you are one of Tom's no good spies you will die today. I don't care who you are. His drink arrived, he swirled it casually as a Ponyta returned its drinking bowl to the bartender, whom took it after much deliberation. Finally he spoke, with a mere "Colonel," Instinctively he replied with a quick and point making "Mmm?" ”You alright, sir?” Trudge hesitated a bit, giving a long and slow exhale as his grip tightened around the pistol. He was almost giving the impression of "I am a strange and psycho soldier! Run! Run for your life!" Instead he quickly released his grip and a cherry expression took over, his British accent creating a warm air around him. "Not Really no. To be quite honest with you, this has been one of the worst years so far for me. And to top it all off, I got this strange mutant beach ball thing as a Starter. So no, I am not having a particularly good day. By the Way, Colonel Trudge Allen. Kanto Military, 615th division, second Platoon." Trudge thrusted out a free hand for a firm, but not a tight handshake. "So what is a man like you doing in this kind of an area? I thought it was for broken people such as myself to drown out their sorrows, I-- THAT'S NOT TWO THOUSAND! KEEP ON GOING! OR ELSE! Sorry about that, have to keep the recruits in line.... Ya know what. I had a Ponyta long time ago. He was decent enough I guess. Problem was that it had serious heart cancer, but he did save my life four years ago. 230mm shell landed on him and saved me. Poor bugger, that's how I got this scar on my chin"
He raised his eyebrows in curiosity and tilted forward slightly waiting for his reply.
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Post by Kathryn on Oct 18, 2011 10:29:48 GMT -5
[atrb=width,500px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,border-radius:10; background: #e7f1fa url('http://www.wallpapernews.info/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/saving-private-ryan3.jpg') repeat-y; ] This is my family... While Allen removed the clip from his shotgun and set both aside, Mawely didn’t feel any more at ease. This man seemed like he was definitely suffering from PTSS – short for Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome. It was common amongst war veterans, though despite his soft nature, Joseph hadn’t been diagnosed with it. The war had made him stronger, yes, but that was pretty much all that had changed about him.
So he listened to Trudge Allen’s little rant with a calm demeanour and took a sip of his whiskey, planting the glass down on the table. This was his second, and as before, he didn’t ever get drunk. Perhaps enough to feel the slight tingling warmth within him, but that was when he stopped. He chuckled slightly at the bit where he referred to his Munna – he’d caught a glimpse of the psychic type – as a mutant beach ball, and smiled at the man, pretending not to notice the hand on the pistol. If he wanted to, he could easily snap that hand back and disarm him, but he wasn’t there for a fight. He took another sip from his glass.
But when the man introduced himself as Trudge Allen, give his army platoon and went on to say that he’d had a Ponyta at one point, Joseph froze. Spirit, who was beside him, let her ears perk up and she looked suddenly emotional. Resting a hand on her shoulder, he smiled, and turned back to Allen. That was why he seemed familiar. “Commander Joseph Mawely. Kanto Military, 609th division, first platoon,” said the male, reaching out and shaking Trudge’s hand. The Ponyta would usually have nosed Allen, but her face was buried under Joseph’s arm and her ears were flat. When she pulled her head away and rested it on Joseph’s shoulder, pulling him against her sadly, she started to cry.
After a moment, Joseph looked back apologetically at Allen. “I don’t know if you remember me or her, but this here is Spirit. We rode into war together just after we split up. She was friends with your Ponyta, and you were my best friend at the time.”
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Post by Sir Hobs on Oct 18, 2011 12:11:03 GMT -5
Something about this guy seemed all too familiar, but he didn't know what it was. Then he stated that he was first from Kanto, then he stated his Division numbers and platoon. He pondered for a bit, tapping his chin before a huge smile broke on his face. "No way. No fucking WAY! Joseph! Oh my Arceus! Dude! Holy shit how long has it been? Fuck I thought you were hit by that RPG-7! You scared me shitless!" He stood up and hugged the man tightly before back stepping once or twice and shaking his head in amazement. "Commander Joseph Mawely. Shit, the last time I saw you, you were merely a Lance-Corporal. Now though. Bloody hell. Hey Remember Stevie? That Geeky guy from the third platoon? The one who couldn't shoot to save his life? Guess what, he became a multimillionaire. He is now deputy manager of Microsoft. And remember the old gang? Johnny, Bert, Orlando and the rest? Fuck they were hilarious..." He stopped laughing the moment he realized that he had just driven himself into a corner, a look of sorrow and horror swept over his face. He sat back down and a tear went down his face. His hand covered his mouth as his eye's started to stream with tears. "....They're dead....they're all dead. And it's all my fault." Said Trudge apologetically as he looked to Joseph for forgiveness.
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Post by Kathryn on Oct 18, 2011 13:11:27 GMT -5
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“You should know that I don’t go down so easily, comrade,” Joseph patted the man roughly on the back, and sighed when he started to cry. Yes, the man was definitely suffering from post traumatic stress. “You did what was necessary, Allen. They knew the risks, as did the men that fell under my command... You see, when... when you end up killing one your men, you see, you tell yourself it happened so you could save the lives of two or three or ten others. Maybe a hundred others. Under my command I lost at least ninety-four men. And that's how simple it is. That's how you... That's how you rationalize making the choice between the mission and the man.”
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YOU GET +1 KARMA IF YOU GET THE QUOTE IN THE POST. Big hint is in the table.
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Post by Sir Hobs on Oct 18, 2011 14:42:31 GMT -5
Ooc: that is the quote from Saving private Ryan. The scene where they stay over night in the church. Now gimmie my +1 Karma!
Josephs hand met Trudges shoulder squeezing gently in order to help him feel a little more comfortable with himself. He reached up and clenched the mans hand tightly as he listened to his own personal story. He looked at him straight in the eye and said, "No, you don't understand my meaning brother. Let me order you another drink, you're gonna need it. Barman, one Octo-whisky, straight please." The barman looked at Trudge is some shock before bringing Joseph's drink. "You remember Sargent Tomas Stone right? About 4' 9", jet black hair? Anyway, he went AWOL in our regiment after I court marshaled him for repetitive attempted murder, he went to the enemy lines and there was a massive search for him to kill him. We didn't find him, but three months later we received intelligence of his location in an old and decrepit castle five kilometers north of Hoen. A neutral Island in that war. I devised a plan to go in and assassinate him myself under their noses to try and prevent a war on two fronts. It didn't go as planned."
Trudge swung the Scotch back to try and regain his nerves. "March 17th 2009, Before I was due to leave I had one of those gut feelings that I was going to die, as if this was my last mission. So I enlisted the help of Doc, Mack, Johnny, Bert and Orlando as my squad. They were due to be shipped back home in three days and I thought, why not, One last mission. We were dropped in by parachute at around 0100 hours, two kilometers South-East of the castle. All was going well so far. We went in unnoticed by their radar and were met with minimum resistance.
At 0130 hours, we reached the inner ring of the castle. A hundred meters of grass plains. We were running on liquid time at that point, so there was no worry to rush in Rambo style. Doc kept sniper watch whilst the rest of us moved up. Unknown to us, three Marine M57 Flame tanks were on Patrol, their engines modified to run silently were on patrol. Just as we were about to gain entrance, they let loose. The.....screams and the smell of burning flesh and Napalm....I was helpless. I helped in killing the regiments finest men. I helped.....in killing them."
By this time, Trudge's right arm was shaking violently and his eyes were wide with fear, sweat began to form as he remembered the explosions, the screaming, the fire that constantly burned on his men's skin, causing forever pain.
"Since then, I was in a Mental Hospital for two years blaming myself for their deaths, their families must have hated my guts for so long. However, I soon realized that I wasn't me to blame. It was Tom. He was the one that escaped to enemy lines and supplied them with Top secret information about Kanto's Weapon Stores and involvement in the war effort. Since then I have been ordered to find and kill him. Not for Kanto, but for my squad mates. Whether you like it or not. I will find him and give him the long and slow death he deserves." Trudge finished at that, he looked into Joseph's eyes, in a small attempt to try and receive forgiveness.
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Post by Kathryn on Oct 22, 2011 14:40:43 GMT -5
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He only turned his head when he heard the sound of shaking, his eyes strangely calm as he respectfully listened to his old friend recall the last mission he’d been on. Tom, who was now being hunted for treason, was probably hated by not just Trudge, and Joseph felt a strange twinge of annoyance strike him as he heard the man’s name. He knew Tom. The man had been quite edgy and different to what Joseph had seen in most men. It had been a suspicious character from the start, but now that he knew Tom had done something... Well, it confirmed his suspicions.
Reaching over, he squeezed Trudge’s shoulder and let his eyes lock with the younger man’s for a moment. Joseph was much more experienced than Trudge was, having been in the army since Trudge had been in diapers, so he knew what kind of horrors awaited men on the battlefield. But this was not his fault. He wasn’t to blame. Tom was. And he showed his forgiveness in his soft smile, even though he didn’t think the man needed it. “I can’t think of anyone who I’d rather die fighting beside than you, and they all shared that belief. You didn’t force them to go with you, Al’, they wanted to because they were loyal and wanted to help you out. They knew the risks, and so did you. If you’d asked me, I’d have been there in a second.”
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Post by Sir Hobs on Oct 24, 2011 7:50:37 GMT -5
With his story said for the first time in two years he felt a little more free from the tortures of war. However, he was to only share it with Joseph and his most trusted Pokemon, no one else. Not even his future wife or child to protect them from the true nature that lay buried within. Joseph reached up, clenching his shoulder tightly and stared into his soulless eyes a small yet soft smile present on his face. “I can’t think of anyone who I’d rather die fighting beside than you, and they all shared that belief. You didn’t force them to go with you, Al’, they wanted to because they were loyal and wanted to help you out. They knew the risks, and so did you. If you’d asked me, I’d have been there in a second.” "True that Comrade. All I can say is that I am bloody glad I did not call you up. I can't really imagine my life without you. Then again, I couldn't imagine my life without them either yet here I am, hunting down that Bastard and his army. When I get my hands on him, I swear........" He cricked his knuckles hoping to prove his point to Joseph about wanting to kill him. Yet it also seemed that he too disliked Tom. It seemed that there was a slight twitch of annoyance on the Man's face just at the mere sound of his name. Clearly Tom had bad blood with almost everyone he met. In any other circumstances, Trudge would have asked him to join in on his mission. But he could not risk loosing his best friend to a scum like Stone. Mawely did not deserve to die to such a doochebag like Tom.
"Now that that's over, how have you been doing of late? Wife and Kids? Girlfriend maybe? Just as a change in subject."
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Post by Kathryn on Oct 24, 2011 8:47:41 GMT -5
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He wondered after the next question if he should tell him about Bryn. The only problem there was that there was a wide age gap between the two. “I have someone, yes,” Joseph smiled, “She’s younger than I am, but we’re not married. A girlfriend, I guess she would be. She’s quite the woman.” Having been in a mental hospital for two years, it was unlikely that Allen had found anyone. He was a good man, just more impulsive than Joseph was.
"I guess I should introduce you to the rest of my team, eh? I can't do it in here though. Come outside for a moment," Joseph finished his second glass of whiskey and placed it down on the desk, standing up and waiting for Allen to follow him. They'd only go outside so Joseph could introduce his team to the man. He actually had quite the collection!
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Post by Sir Hobs on Oct 24, 2011 9:36:02 GMT -5
“To be honest with you, Killing Tom might give you satisfaction, but wouldn’t you rather see him rot in prison? I’d rather know that he’s paying for his war crimes... Gives others incentive not to do the same thing.” Murmured Mawely in an attempt to try and reason with him only to be met with a slight shake of Trudge's head. "Not gonna happen bro. Tom has to be killed. The war we fought in is over but a new one has begun. As we speak, Tom's minion's are killing innocent men, women and children in an attempt to find the only eye witness to his court case. Me. If he is killed it means that his entire army will be leaderless and disorientated. That will only make 'em easier to takeout. And the war shall hopefully end sooner. Classic example is of when Hitler was around, soon as he committed suicide, The kraut's surrendered. We have the upper hand, but not for long." Hopefully his explanation rested that topic, for the time being anyway. He asked Joseph about if he had any wife or kids. He replied with, “I have someone, yes, She’s younger than I am, but we’re not married. A girlfriend, I guess she would be. She’s quite the woman.” Oh really. You lucky bastard you. Still single and quite liking it actually. But I'd really enjoy meeting her one day. If at all possible that is. Said Trudge with a smile, he wondered who it would be. More importantly, if she had a hot sister he could date, but it would be better if he didn't blurt it out now. "I guess I should introduce you to the rest of my team, eh? I can't do it in here though. Come outside for a moment," Yea, I'd be happy to be introduced to your team. He downed the rest of his scotch, before picking up his shot gun and walking outside where the skinny guard was still struggling to do pushup's. How many have you done? "Two thousand one hundred sir." said the guard in a exhausted and squeaky voice. I told you to only do two thousand, now stand up. You should have arm muscles the size of your chest cavity in about a weeks time. Remember, LOTS of brufen for the next three day's cause it's gonna hurt like hell. "Yes sir. Thank you sir"
Trudge continued to Follow Joseph outside, going further away from the bar. Without warning he let two other Pokeball's out. One containing a Dratini and the other containing a Minerva. Trudge's mouth dropped to the floor like a rock. Utterly Speechless by what he saw. A Dratini?! A fucking Dratini???! Are you shitting me? was about the only words he could sum up at the time, otherwise he was completely speechless for the next thirty seconds. The only thing he could do was rub his fingers through his curly hair, the fingers catching slightly in the odd knot here and there. Bro...... How the hell did you manage to get one? I have been searching for a Dratini, Riolu and Gible for the past six months.... Ikona..... Eish.... He just stared at it shaking his head.
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Post by Kathryn on Oct 25, 2011 5:46:32 GMT -5
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The dark-skinned male gently stroked the Dratini over the face, because Blake was a bit disturbed that he was being stared at like he was odd. Sure, he was an extremely rare Pokémon to come by. By rarity, he was ultra rare, with his status of being the "Mirage Pokemon" since Dratini were very seldom seen. Joseph always treated them as though they were equal to humans, so when Trudge asked ‘how did you manage to get one?’ he felt like an object. The Dratini growled, opening his mouth to reveal viper-like fangs, but they weren’t dripping with venom. “I always treat them as my friends,” Joseph explained with a calm smirk, “And Pokémon to me are like other humans. I don’t want to scare you but my friend here gets quite angry if he or his friends are taunted.”
Suddenly Joseph started chuckling. “We were actually battling the Gym Leader and the Pokémon he was fighting beside got laughed at by a Meowth that the Gym Leader was with. He unleashed a Draco Meteor on it. It was a powerful but very unnerving sight, wasn’t it?” Blake (the Dratini) purred in agreement and relaxed again. “Anyway, let’s show you the rest of my group.”
Spirit stood beside him dutifully. “You know Spirit already,” Joseph nodded to the Ponyta, who whinnied a greeting. Reaching behind him, Joseph pulled out his other Pokeballs and summoned the rest of his team.
First out was Kai – a Shadow Croagunk who sat back on his haunches and stared blankly up at Allen. After a moment of simply croaking, he made a ‘keh!’ sound and looked away, uninterested. Next up was a Buizel, dressed in what looked like a small, sleeveless leather jacket and wore a leather hat. “This is Jack Jessee,” Joseph nodded to the Buizel, who tipped his hat in a greeting and twiddled the straw of wheat in his mouth upwards slightly. “Virgil,” Joseph nodded to a Taillow who perched on his arm. Virgil was the weakest of them but he’d been trying to train. The Taillow extended his wings slightly and bowed in greeting, showing the glossy blue feathers on his back. Last to appear was a Tropius, who made a thud as he landed on the ground and stared down at Allen calmly. The fruit that hung from his neck were ripe, and he lowered his head to sniff at Allen’s shoulder curiously.
WORDS - ### | TAG - tag here | NOTES - notes here SpiritLEVEL 015 | FEMALE KaiLEVEL 010 | MALE ValleyLEVEL 007.5 | MALE Jack JesseeLEVEL 008 | MALE (Wearing leather stetson hat and leather sleeveless jacket) BlakeLEVEL 010 | MALE VirgilLEVEL 005.5 | MALE RPing Joseph doing anything without my consent is considered powerplay, and is against the rules. Please make sure you wait for me to send them out~ Minerva isn't here at the moment. She's there for default so I can see where the template gaps are.
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Sir Hobs
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Post by Sir Hobs on Oct 27, 2011 13:21:52 GMT -5
Ooc: Sorry, I'm just trying out different RP styles to see which one suits me best.
As the words left his mouth, the Dratini Snarled at him, revealing sharp viper like fangs eager to pierce flesh. Instinctively he raised his hands, keeping them in plain sight as he basically submitted to the Dratini. Joseph explained that he liked to treat his Pokemon as his friends. Not as pets. Trudge always Respected Joseph's opinion's and gave a soft smile as a way of saying sorry to both him and the Dratini. Joseph began to chuckle as he explained how Blake unleashed a Draco Meteor on a Meowth that insulted his friends. At this Trudge too began to chuckle.
“You know Spirit already,” Yup,Sorry you couldn't see your mate again Spirit. But he did die an Honourable death, and so was given the Medal of Honour. Next up was a frog type thing called Kai, whom croaked a few times before looking away, uninterested by Trudge. Then was a Fox like creature called Jack Jessie. Elegantly dressed in a Leather jacket and hat. He tipped his hat in greeting as he twiddled a piece of what looked like Straw or wheat.
Then a Tailow pooped out of one of the balls, She extended a wing and bowed before Trudge. In Response, Trudge gave the official Kanto Military salute. His posture firm and straight, just like he was taught in the military. Last up was a Tropius. A monster of a grass type that shook the earth slightly as it landed. It was so massive that Trudge had to take one or two steps back with a slight element of fear. How the hell this thing flew was but a mystery. It lowered it's head to sniff Trudges Shoulder Curiously. Well, now that I have met your team. Allow me to introduce you to mine. At this, the Munna rose from behind Trudges back, shaking slightly with fear from the sight of the Tropius. And that's it. Behold the flying mutant Beach ball! <uh.... Hi?> was the only words she could muster up in her fearful state. Thats my slide show done. Apart from my PDW's. But I don't think you want to see that.
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Post by Kathryn on Oct 29, 2011 16:14:18 GMT -5
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Joseph reached forward and rested a hand on the Munna’s head when it was sent out. He didn’t understand Pokéspeech, but he could tell that the Pokémon was nervous. “At ease, Munna,” he smiled. “You’re with friends.” As if to give the creature a peace offering, he pulled a sweet from his pocket and offered it to the Psychic type. The six Pokémon crowded around Joseph all murmured greetings, and Kai hopped up onto Spirit’s back and spat something at Blake, who hissed in return and nodded.
WORDS - ### | TAG - tag here | NOTES - notes here SpiritLEVEL 015 | FEMALE KaiLEVEL 010 | MALE ValleyLEVEL 007.5 | MALE Jack JesseeLEVEL 008 | MALE (Wearing leather stetson hat and leather sleeveless jacket) BlakeLEVEL 010 | MALE VirgilLEVEL 005.5 | MALE derp.
coded by arionne of pokemoncheyenne
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Post by Kathryn on Nov 4, 2011 7:35:52 GMT -5
:x I'm gonna close this thread. Sorry Boom~
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