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 Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 10:22 am
((I vote yes))
Salieri folded her arms. Wayne was talking to her about cold when she was barely wearing a shirt? Then again, years of training through weather made the spring night breeze have little effect on her. Perhaps she should show some sympathy.
"You're cold? Pssh, fine, you big baby. I guess I can hear tomorrow whether that turtle has a battlecry or a whimper." She turned to Chari and gave her a playful smirk, one hand on her hip. "That is, if you're up for it, old lady."
There were two reasons Salieri had interest in battling Chari. One was that her Torkoal actually did look tough. No pokemon that lived for so long and grew to such a size was weak. Even if their bodies were old, there was still so much experience to put to use in battle.
The second reason was that her Duskulls literally scared the rest of the daylight out of Sal. Which meant that Chari might think she was all talk and mostly scaredy cat. She had to prove otherwise.
****
Jump flashed Zack a peace sign. "Say hi to the wifey for me," he told Zack as the other man walked back into the house. When Zack was inside, Jump began to do a little dance in place that involved a lot of mock thrusting and spanking.
"Elizabeths so hoooooot~, he's gonna get it ooooooon~oh, damnit!"
[What?]
"He wants to meet at noon? I wanted to sleep in."
Hexum began to walk back to the car, Kiedis and Jump in tow. "Noon is pretty late to start the day."
"Shuddup, Hexum," Jump grumbled as he hopped over the door into the convertible's driver's seat. "Some people like to dream."
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 10:29 am
((Hurry Takamaru! Pooost!))
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 10:52 am
He's got a power and a prose
that you've never read before!
He's got the ability to post
so we can read another post!
No one can wait much longer now
for TK's next pooooooooost!
Go, go, Takamaru!
Go, go, Takamaru!
Go, go, Takamaru!
Post soon please, Takamaru!
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 10:57 am
((Ah shoot me, turns out I COMPLETELY missed Takamaru's post because of the walls of text, x.x
So sorry))
Henrietta spun around with a squeak when Freya appeared behind her. Being boxed in was definitely not her thing. At least, not if people were going to be addressing her.
But wait, there was an out. "R-right, I'll be off then," she said and she turned away from Hiba, AJ and Freya and quickly went on her way.
And if she wasn't stopped - which she shouldn't be unless you felt some righteous need to harass people("that b***h ignored me" is fine") - Henrietta would eventually find the pokemon center.
Now, there might be several story pokemon center, or multiple to accommodate all of the trainers. Judging from Kijin obtaining a 300-something key, with the hundreds place of a number usually meaning the floor it was on, it was a multiple story Pokemon center.
Checked in, exhausted and hungry - but too exhausted to find something to eat - Henrietta went to her room to sleep.
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 10:57 am
((Meanwhile I apologise for nothing!))
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 11:13 am
The penultimate bus stop in Castelia City's bus route was up at the northern station at the gate leading to the desert. The crimson haired waiter noted that he was one of ten people to get off. Aside from the bandage on his nose, he was very low profile.
He waited at the gate, patiently holding his backpack on his shoulder until everybody was gone. When the street was empty, he looked to the sky, put two fingers into his mouth, and whistled loudly.
A shimmer came from the stars above, and descended rapidly towards his position. Without missing a beat, the waiter took a step forward and somersaulted into the air, landing on top of his Skarmory when the steel bird was only inches away from skimming the ground.
And like they had never even been there, the bird swooped up into the sky again.
"You're not gonna believe the day I had, bud," the crimson haired boy told his Skarmory as he ripped off his fake moustache and let it fall hundreds of feet below. Without it on, it was clear to see that the crimson haired boy was no older than 13, and a light dotting of freckles on his cheeks compounded the youthful appearance. He gave his Skarmory a pat on the head and took the camera strapped to the bird’s neck.
Jaiden, come in Jaiden.
The words rang through the crimson haired boy's head, taking him by surprise. He sighed while he took off his waistcoat and shirt and exchanged it for a simple cloth red sweatshirt out of his backpack. C'mon Reid, at least give me some static first so I know you're gonna do that. Hearing your thoughts come outta nowhere is wack.
What's the status on the two trainers? Reid sent to Jaiden, ignoring the previous comment. It was like hearing a telephone conversation in your head.
Jaiden shrugged, although the gesture was meaningless to the distant telepath. Knives took some pics with the sky cam, so I can show you visuals. They’re not bad at battling, though. He started to change out of his pants, careful so he wouldn’t fall dead to Castelia’s distant ground in his underwear. I think the boy is the one who tried to interrogate Baker from Gorm’s unit.
So he could be trouble.
I didn’t say that. I said he was a good battler. Now Jaiden wore brown cargo pants and typical red Running Shoes. You said our job was to divert attention? Shouldn’t be too hard. They look like they each have some weaknesses.
Report back to the room and we’ll see what you and Yana have found. In the morning we can start our mission.
Jaiden grinned. Aye aye, captain. Now get outta my head, you’re freakin me out.
The sound of static filled Jaiden’s brain for a second, and he winced. A surefire sign that Reid’s telepathic connection had been dropped. “That kid needs to learn some social skills,” he muttered, gripped to Skarmory as the bird did a divebomb towards a hotel.
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 12:32 pm
Chari gave Wayne another swat around the buttocks- this one meant to be encouraging, although you'd have to speak buttock-swat for that to be clear.
"That's what I like to see in a young gentleman- practicality and consideration."
Turning to Salieri, she quirked her mouth upward, smiling- which is to say, baring her teeth.
"Oh, he's a big old softie, as I've said. But if you really insist I suppose we could arrange to observe your technique sometime soon. All that nice fighting spirit."
She nodded to Deimos, who placed both flippers beneath his head and mimed sleeping before floating off, at speed, in one direction; a nod to Phobos saw her head out in the other.
"And we'll soon be well-rested, so that will be nice, too. A good night's sleep is a blessing."
((I'm okay with a timeskip at this point.))
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 12:38 pm
((I'm good with a timeskip right this very minute. Thoughts?))
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 12:40 pm
((Eight more hours dude. To write wake up posts. ******** yeah.))
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 12:46 pm
((What? Also, being a ninja must be cool))
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 12:48 pm
((Not if you're in Naruto.
Prewrite your post, 3: ))
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 12:51 pm
(('Wayne woke up and he was one day closer to being dead.' ?
I think it has zing.))
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 12:59 pm
((Maybe something like
Wayne woke up a ninja. Skilled, tactical. He was immediately in combat, he knew this from the silence. Suddenly, a flash of orange from the corner of his eye. He turned around-
An attack from behind? Impossible, weren't these ninjas?
And he was hit by Rasengan.))
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 1:27 pm
((Page 267, second from the bottom, Right above your's sweatdrop ))
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 1:29 pm
((Well luckily I've already posted Henrietta running away <.<; ))
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