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 Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 10:00 pm
He chuckled, glad to see a bright smile. "I didn't miss anything too important did I?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 10:00 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 10:02 pm
In the time that it took Effie to swallow her pride, Alastair had polished off most of his food, except for a few slices. In case anyone else wanted some, he put that aside. Just in case, because you never know. He was more than a little surprised when the girl came back, but he was hardly going to turn her away. After all, she was a friend. More or less. As far as he knew. He considered saying something scathing like, ‘oh? That hand? I thought there was nothing wrong with it…’ but he could sense that saying that would be the wrong thing. For one thing, Effie was all but glaring daggers at him. And Alastair had survived many fights by not causing them.
“No problem, Effie,” he said, as she hadn’t just snapped at him earlier. Getting up, he gently took her hand in his and promptly prodded it all over. It wasn’t amazingly scientific, but it would let him figure out where it hurt. And that was the important thing. Besides, it would also make her want to punch him and if she could form a fist, that meant nothing was broken. Hurray!
“Ehh… you should probably see Liam tomorrow. You know, the prettyboy with the long red hair? He’s a Healer. I only know the basics… this looks like inflammation to me. If you’re wearing any jewelry, you ought to take it off while you can before anything gets really inflamed. I can make up a splint for you though. Sometimes fingers can sort of lock-up at night, which really ruins a night’s sleep. Should probably sleep with the splint on.”
~.~
At least this time the pale houndoom wasn’t caught by surprise by Ryou’s attack on his remaining horn. Con nodded miserably at Ryou’s words before giving him the saddest puppy dog eyes ever. Yes, he is. His mother gave it to him. She doesn’t eat pork or something. I dunno why. Something to do with something or oterh… wasn’t that descriptive? Con sometimes wished he paid more attention to humans, and this was one of them, if only because one woman’s opinions meant he couldn’t have his favorite food. Ham! There was never any Ham around the Tappman house. Although, when Alastair was away from home…
Well, let’s just say he didn’t stick to strictly kosher foods.
I’m going to waste away, Ryou! he complained, still using those sad puppy-dog eyes pathetically.
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 10:03 pm
 Aimi shook her head, smiling a bit before hugging him. "Not really. Mostly setting up camp here tonight, obviously, and then heading for the mines in the morning." Nothing special about that. Hopefully they'd do good at the mines and take back what the Rockets had stolen.
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 10:08 pm
The trainer watched as the arcanine gobbled up the cookie and she couldn't help but giggle at the cookie crumbs stuck to him. She gave him a pat on the head before he dropped to the ground all excited like. "What are you doing you silly Basil?" she asked with a giggle. "You want me to get on you?" she now started to question the arcanine's actions. Well if she was wrong the worst thing that could happen was that he'd like fry her to a crisp in some form.
So hesitantly Pippeh climbed up onto the arcanine's back hoping that this was what Basil wanted. Jaidev watched with irritation and refused to climb up on that thing's back even after Pippeh gestured nonstop. There was no way she was going to be seen riding on that giant hyper thing's back. She'll just walk and catch up to her trainer at a slower rate. She really wanted to smash the arcanine's head in for even suggesting her trainer do such a thing but she resorted to only give a loud growl.
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 10:18 pm
 Fin blinked awake, and for a moment wondered what had woken her. Ah. "Ow," Fin groaned quietly. She had a horrible crick in her neck – served her right for falling asleep sitting up, she thought. It was already dark out, so she supposed it was time to go to sleep properly.
Caddie was still firmly asleep, and no surprise – this had been their busiest, not to mention most stressful, day yet. As Fin crawled into her sleeping bag, she hoped fervently that they would catch up with the Rockets before they had a chance to cause any damage. Lugia only knew what could happen if they accomplished their goals…
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 10:23 pm
"Good. I was hoping I wouldn't miss a chance to hit the Rockets back... I only hope they haven't defaced the mines." he worried aloud.
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 10:23 pm
PossiBly the MOS+ unmotivated [{traINer}]....
The girl held out her hand abit awkwardly, he was being awfully nice for being the enemy. It seemed like anytime she tried to think something nice of either Lamen or Alastair, the corrupted dream sequence would seep back into her psyche. As he touched at her hand, her fingers hurt, well where they connecting with her hand. The tips where fine, and her palm of course hurt, because that’s where the force of the blow was taken. ‘Idiot!’ She chastised herself. Wincing as he poked rather…painfully at her hand. Gezz? Could he be alittle gentler? She wanted to smack him with her free hand, but stopped herself. When people are on friendly terms its different…but right now she didn’t want to be playful, and she knew if she struck at him she’d aim to hurt. And she very well couldn’t go smacking people who could help her!
Effie stared rather blankly at Alastair, in reality Effie hardly talked to anyone besides him and Lamen…and it sucked that the drama started between them. Because for a time she thought she had some friends…now she was back at square one. “I’ll look for him in the morning then.” She murmured in response, removing her hand from him. But was the removal of jewelry necessary? With a roll of her eyes Effie began taking off her earrings, chokers, and her ankle bracelet, she didn’t understand that he’d meant any jewelry on her arm or hand, because that was the only place that would inflame. Hurray for being dizzy!
And what was with all of this talking business?! Why couldn’t he be childish aswell? Why did he have to talk and act like a human being! Grah! Insufferable little…
Effie nodded her head in response, she didn’t know what needed to be done, so she supposed she’d fallow Alastair’s word. Even though she was angry with him, she trusted him…because well, no one else was up to help her, and anyone offering help was her best bet. ....bUt everyone has A .::passion::. , she might find herZ.
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 10:24 pm
The large arcanine beamed when Pip got the hint -- it took Kazuki twice as long to figure it out -- and stood up slowly so she wouldn't fall off. He started off at a walk so she could get used to riding him, and resorted to going in circles around Jaidev. After a bit, he launched into a slow trot, unable to resist walking any longer. She could grab onto his fur if she needed to.
Ryou snickered, tauntingly patting the pale houndoom on the snout with a dark-colored paw. "(Aww, poor Con,)" he said with fake sympathy, noting the tone of his voice that clued him Con's puppy dog eyes. "(You know that look never works with me, I can't see it, bacon-for-brains,)" he teased before hopping off his friend and trotting a few paces away, then stopped. "(But if you're so deprived, come on. I think I smelled some juicy ham in one of the last couple wagons.)" He knew that would get the houndoom's attention like nothing else.
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 10:26 pm
Systematic Sparta "Good. I was hoping I wouldn't miss a chance to hit the Rockets back... I only hope they haven't defaced the mines." he worried aloud.
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 10:31 pm
 "Mummy? I'm home..." I whisper as I pull open the door to a familiar apartment. I see Mother sitting on the living sofa with her eyes glued to the television screen before her.
"Welcome back, sweetie," the woman says, still not making any eye contact with me. Her emotion is still and unwilling to take her eyes of the set, or do anything to disturb her watching.
To my amazement, when I look at the screen, the television is off. Blank. Is she waiting for something to come on? This isn't Mother. Something is wrong, and I have no idea what. Carefully, I wave my hand in front of her face. She does not respond.
"I'm home," I repeat with emphasis on the 'home' part. She finally turns towards my direction but she says nothing. I grow nervous now. Is she okay?
"Of course I'm okay," she begins to laugh and giggle, as if she had read my mind. As I open my mouth to speak, her once brown eyes quickly transform into a mysterious dark blue, and I notice her skin begin to turn pale.
"What's happening?!" I begin to cry.
"Gaaaastly...." her voice suddenly changes deeper into a familiar tone. I step back, unknowing what's going on.
Mother's face begins to dwindle into a dense purple gas along with her body. In her place, Mr. Sparkle Face floats, smirking at me.
"Gaaas..."
Bug let out a faint scream and quickly sat up from her nightmare. Turning her head to the side, she saw the fellow campers still awake. Good. She was still at the campsite which was a relief. Muttering a soft 'thank you' under her breath, she slowly got up from her sleeping bag and glanced around.
To her surprise, Mr. Sparkle Face floated in front of her and let out a few grunts followed by a burp. This made her realize that maybe her nightmare wasn't natural. Somehow, she knew that maybe her Gastly had something to do with this.
"What did you to me?" she quickly accused her pokemon while poiting a finger at him.
The Gastly smiled, letting out another burp.
What did this mean?
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 10:32 pm
Pippeh couldn't help but squeal in excitement and slight nervousness as the arcanine stood up and started walking. She was riding her very first pokemon! And she was in heaven! Looking at Jaidev as they circled her she couldn't help but laugh at the little cubone.
Jaidev was growling nonstop at the arcanine as it circled her. Oh how she wanted to smash its head in with her bone! It'd make her life easier and it'd make it so she didn't have to chase after them. But alas she knew she'd be in major trouble if she did that so after the arcanine bounded off she followed at a nice walk.
"Whoa! This is amazing!" she couldn't help but be excited as Basil took off into a trot. As it was her first ride ever she couldn't help but grab a bit of his fur to help hang on and hoped she didn't pull to hard. She'd make it up to him with a cookie after the ride.
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 10:36 pm
“Right then. You stay here, I’ll find something to make a splint to make sure you don’t get all trigger-finger on the rest of us,” he said, still sounding perfectly cheerful. Past that, he was a little worried about why she seemed so pissed at him. They had fun playing around in the field, after all. At least, he thought it had been fun. And she had been laughing too, so she must’ve been having fun, unless there was some sort of strange dialect of Girlese laughter that he had missed entirely. Going back into Wagon One for a moment, he rooted through his personal supplies before coming up with a small roll of bandages and some splints. Perfect for a simple hand-brace, he felt.
He walked back to Effie and took her hand again, carefully placing the splints around her fingers to keep her from moving them too much. “Alright… you’ll have to avoid grabbing anything, at least until Liam can get a look at this. I’m not a Healer. Not really. I just know basics, ‘cause you never know how long it’ll take to get help back home,” he said conversationally. Life on a farm wasn’t all roses and lollipops. It meant living away from towns, and that meant living away from healers.
Once he was finished, there was some awkward silence. “…” Alastair scratched the back of his neck, and developed an intense interest in his feet. “Look, what did I do to piss you off? I’m not a complete moron. I can tell when someone is angry at me, especially when they’re being as subtle as a flying brick about it. I thought we were… well… friends…”
~.~
Con sighed. I know you’re blind… I was just hoping that you might be possessing someone else who would be able to see my pathetic puppy dog eyes. It always wins people over, you know. At the promise of ham, the pale houndoom immediately stood up, suddenly interested. His tail wagged lazily behind him at the mere thought of that juicy meat. Mm… ham was truly the meal of champions everywhere. While Ryou would stand by chocolate cake, Con’s stomach belonged only to ham.
Well, then what are we waiting here for? Let’s go find it! Putting his nose to the ground, it took him only a little while before finding the wagons. Admittedly, it wasn’t necessary for him to sniff it out… he simply liked smelling stuff. It was part of being a canine, really. Once he got to the wagons, his nose became even more useful, as it allowed him to find out exactly which wagon was concealing this special treat. Unfortunately… the wagoneers had the foresight to put it out of the reach of any meat-stealing houndoom.
Con stared forlornly up at it for a few moments, hoping it would fall before his puppy dog eyes. When that failed, he turned to Ryou. It’s right up there. On a sort of… shelf thing, I think. Can you get it down?
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 11:04 pm
PossiBly the MOS+ unmotivated [{traINer}]....
Once he left to retrieve the supplies Effie stood idle. Why did things have to be so complicated? They didn’t have to be that way… Effie knew she could easily just talk to them like she had before. She could just pretend she never had that dream, the dream of LIES, not that she knew the difference. But part of it was true, the sad thing was, that not all of what took place within the dream was fabricated. Maybe she was going at this the wrong way? She started..or rather tried to start a confrontation with Lamen, only to hurt herself. The girl should really start using her own advice. Think positively…there was nothing positive about this.
At the man’s return Effie watched curiously as he made quick work of her hand, bandaging and splinting, the works. She nodded at the instructions, simple enough to fallow. It wasn’t like she was planning on doing much grabbing before bed. Prefect reason for her to go to sleep actually. She was rather tired, before she was up just to wait for Lamen…but now that she’d been wounded Effie felt her exhaustion to full effect. “Well thanks. I’ll look for pretty boy in the morning.” She said biting back a yawn.
Effie was defiantly taken aback at this comment. Why were both of them playing the confusion card…so well? They knew what they did. And the girl was defiantly paranoid towards why they were trying so hard to gain good graces with her again. Was there some other new sick plan? Effie wasn’t interested. But she had a hard time coming up with a response; most likely she was acting out less harshly towards Alastair was because her lack of engery, or the fact she used up most on Lamen…maybe a mixture of both. But instead of screaming “LIES!” Before storming off, Effie only offered an indifferent shrug of her shoulder, “I thought so too.”
Well she got what was needed done, and didn't find it nessasry to humor the man with whatever mindgames he was try to start up. “Thanks for the help.” She said with a flick of her hand in a small salute, and with that she walked back to her wagon, sleep was closing in, and she feared she wouldn’t make it to bed in time.
((Must….sleep….*goes to bed* ))
....bUt everyone has A .::passion::. , she might find herZ.
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 11:18 pm
A pink tongue lolled out of the canine's mouth as he panted, continuing to trot happily along -- it didn't matter where, he just knew that when he stopped, he would be showered with much attention and many delicious cookies. That was reason enough for the rainbow-striped arcanine to be excited, and he trotted around with no particular destination in mind, completely ignoring the cubone's growling.
Ryou chuckled at his friend, the tip of his tail swaying idly. "(Not likely, Con, not likely. I don't possess people without a good reason.)" No, last time he possessed someone was at Inhinx, and that failed miserably. No, he normally used that power to merely see through the eyes of another now, and he knew that's what the pale creature meant. Still, he couldn't help himself.
He followed the houndoom bemusedly, knowing exactly where the ham was, but he figured the canine would rather find it himself. He liked to do that for some reason. Once the ultimate prize was found, however, he merely sat beside the canine with sad puppy dog eyes. He scoffed at the question as if it was an insult. "(Can I, dear Con? But of course, its simple as pie. You're not doubting my abilities, now, are you?)" He quizzed while engulfing the delectable sample of meat in a dark blue aura and floating it down on the grass in front of them.
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