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 Posted: Mon Oct 27, 2008 5:45 pm
Wait, was I supposed to RP myself catching BC? D=
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Posted: Mon Oct 27, 2008 10:51 pm
Prompt RP as B.C.Being the strong and tough absol that you are, you think you’re ‘the shiz’, that you can boss anyone and everyone around. However, is that all you think? Do you have a different side to you, one that’s considerate and caring? Staring up at the nighttime sky, do you wonder why you’re here? Why were you forced from your icy home to such a crowded town? Do you prefer your new city life, or do you hate Isamu for forcing you away? That’s another thing, Isamu. How do you feel about him? Please, look to the shop front post about the region of Zatao for descriptions about local areas available for roleplaying. I wanna see you get involved and into the pet up for grabs as much as possible, please and thank you. =3
>>; You would not be RPing your trainer catching B.C., no.
However, if you wanted to RP B.C. being caught by your trainer, well that's completely up to you to decide. =B
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 10:39 am
As I've said before, you can pick any person to describe your story as long as it follows the prompt outline. *adds to FAQ*
><; When I meant RP as B.C. I meant most of your entry should revolve around what happens while he's doing whatever he does; I do not want you to describe your trainer stumbling on him and doing various things.
>>; Does that make sense?
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 1:22 pm
Did I do it okay then? *worried now* gonk
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 6:48 pm
Ohoho so I don't have to change my entry... >.>
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Posted: Thu Oct 30, 2008 12:30 am
XD; Lunar and Penguin, you don't need to change your entries, no.
o3o; Lunar, I meant I didn't want an entry SOLELY from your trainer's stand point.
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Posted: Fri Oct 31, 2008 11:12 pm
Username: Tristam Lockhart Trying for: Beautiful Chaos Prompt Response:
Thick white fur ruffled and rose in alertness, dark muzzle pulled back and show dagger like canine teeth that were already splashed with a crimson liquid. A roar rumbled from the depth of the muscular chest, scaring away a pack of city pokemon from his meal. The Absol turned away and picked up the slab of meat between his jaws and began to move slowly out of the city, which didn’t take long, since he stayed near the edge of the large settlement. Slipping into his den somewhere in the Seatence Valley, he ate in peace. Red orbs constantly watching from under a large tree, his den was under the tree, respecting its roots.
He began to clean his fur and jaws as the sun settle, his dual color tail moving slowly from side to side in feline motion, he thought about his day. There had been nothing out of the ordinary, he thought as one of his crimson eyes settle on the nearby patch of white flowers. His life was still in pieces, he supposed. It didn’t matter how well he fought or how long he had been able to survive out of his home, he still felt very miserable. Walking over to the flowers, he stared at them, almost if trying to will them to be snow, but they remind being plants that gave him some small pleasure with their pure color, thought at same time they brought a hatred between his mind for another of his own kind. Isamu…that…that despicable intolerable-
The Absol was brought out of his hateful thoughts by the sound of a twig snapping, he turned his eyes to see a small Meowth that had frozen in her tracks when she had broken the silent, knowing full well those orbs of blood were on her now. The Absol took in the image with his head slightly tilted, spotting what the other pokemon might had wanted: a small bone that had some meat still attach to it. He approached as the kitten pokemon moved away at the same speed as him, yellow eyes locked on his body for an sign of offensive attacks. He grabbed the bone and looked at the Meowth, which was no longer standing under the tree and was about to bolt. A smirk graced his muzzle and he picked the bone up, throwing it in her direction.
“(Do not come back.)” Was his only command, thought there wasn’t as much harshness to his voice as the feline would expected, not that she stayed long enough to question it. Grabbing the bone and bolting, leaving the Absol to go back to his musings.
Moving away from his den once again, he looked up at the already darken night sky and smiled. At least there was a constant in his life. The moon and the stars didn’t change for anyone, they stayed as they saw fit and that was just fine with him. He admired them, letting his guard down for the first time in the day, which was the reason why he lost all his cool and jumped several feet in the air when he heard a loud cry out. Regaining his posture and checking that no one had seen his careless moment, he went to investigate what had interrupted his contemplating for a second time. He never had so many interruptions in one night and was losing his temper quickly. Just over a small hill, he spotted the second troublemaker, or rather troublemakers. A human and a pokemon.
Hmmm, this could be interesting…He settled down on the field and watched them, at least it was something better to watch then the flowers swaying from one side to the other by the wind or chasing away Meowths and Growlithes from his den. Besides, he had never really gotten to watch a human outside their environment of the big city. Making himself comfortable, he let his mind announce that the show will began in the next few minutes and stop himself from snickering and scolding at the same time for letting human theaters influence his mind voice. He observed that the human was rubbing its arm, he guessed it was burn since he saw no blood or awkward disjoint or break on it, nor did he see any discoloration that came from bruising. It looked like it was boiling water on a small cooker.
It..it…He sniffed the subtle breeze carried the human’s scent and it showed to be male. It was thick musk, which he wasn’t all that surprise, since the male human was rather tall, much taller then most humans he seen. Though the scent was washed over with herbs that he recognize to be calming herbs, that perked his curiosity. If anything, male did fit the bill, thought the long hair did confuse him in more then one manner. For one thing, he hadn’t seen that many males with long hair, thought he guessed that it was immature of himself to think that only their females sported that type of head fur. He mentally groaned, humans were strange. The second thing that he was bother about was the color, he knew that old pokemon and humans showed their age by sprouting silver and white hairs, in pokemon it was harder to see, but in most elderly humans, it was visible for the most part. This one look relatively young, a full grown adult with some years of experience but young none the less. Yet…his hair was white, like most of his own fur. He wondered if this human had colored it like he had seen some females do. Again, another female trait on the male. He rolled his eyes, maybe this one was trying to attract its own gender? He mentally laughed at. No, he smelled no chemicals he had detected on the colored-hair females. Alright, so it was natural. Weird.
Back to what the human male was doing. He seemed to have patch up his injury already by the time the Absol had come back from his musings. He decided to turn on the pokemon. A Persian. He mentally huffed, he had seen these in the city, ill-tempered, egotistic,, narcissistic, Holier-then-thou pokemon. Their humans weren’t any better, always giving them what they wanted, putting accessories all over them and brushing their already-too-glossy furs. This one, so far, seemed no different. The Absol could spot a chain around the pokemon’s neck. It seemed decorative and to try to give the large feline a menacing ‘bad boy’ look. Which only made him rolled his eyes, this pokemon had to be decade, at least, older then him by the looks of its fur and the shape of its body. It..it…him.
There wasn’t even a speck of dirt on that chain collar, thought he did noted that the fur coat was well taken care of, but not overly brushed. That alone did not change his opinion on the Persian.
He saw the human poured some hot water into a cup, scent of coffee came to his nostrils. He knew the drink, he had had it before when a human had felt generous enough to offer their half empty cup to him. For what he gather in his experiences, it was to keep them alert and awake when they would other wise wouldn’t be. He wonder why the human was drinking it at such time of night, shown he be sleeping? The Persian seemed to be, thought he stayed his distance from his little show, no matter the pokemon’s opinion on his own human, he would lose his temper at the sight of a foreign coming near it. The Absol could understand the over protectiveness, he himself had felt it one time, but it seemed a bit ridicules when it came to the feline pokemon. Besides, the human seem fairly capable of keeping his ground, if his size was any indication, the scars that litter the human’s skin was a good sign of it. The Absol secretive smirked and respected this human, even with a Persian companion, he seemed capable of being peaceful and yet give a good fight. He liked that.
He suddenly became aware of the change of wind and mentally cursed, he saw the Persian suddenly snap his head up and the Absol saw something that shook his core, only because he hadn’t expected. The Persian turned his head towards him, and snapped open his eyes, showing two milky orbs that have the lightest hints of blue. That had shaken B.C., that thing was blind and yet it had a incredible target lock on him! Watching it get up, he saw the scars that plague his body now, the moonlight picking up on the ghost scars. Alright, time to show that he wasn’t going to be intimidate by the over grown house cat, thought he had to admit(only to himself, of course) that he had some respect for this Persian. He didn’t seemed as narcissistic anymore. He began to rose as well, slowly, carefully, unsure of how much the other could actually see him. Even thought he was being threaten, he did not want to attack someone who was blind without provoke. …It felt wrong.
And then he saw the real use for the chain collar. The human rose to his feet, and to the Absol’s surprise, he seemed calm as the Persian, but also alert. He watched blue-grey eyes looked in his direction and hand sneaked around the collar, pulling the feline to his side as he rose a weapon that he seemed to have no intention of using. The Absol watched closely, after what felt like a few hours, all three of them relaxed in a wordless truce. The human went back to his seat and leaned back, looking at the sky, while the Persian decided to go on to steal whatever was left of the black liquid. The canine just sat down and went on watching as the other two ignore him completely. The night went on.
Beautiful Chaos, as the strange human had began to address the Absol as, kept coming back each night at sunset to watch them. He discovered several quirks of the pair. One being that the Persian was the one who slept in the most comfortable place, only because he was the first to fall asleep. The human, on the other hand, slept in the strangest and most uncomfortable positions he had ever seen. They also slept off afternoons and were only active in the night and morning. Adriel, B.C. found his name on the second day of observation, healed and study the pokemon in the valley, while Faraon(for a couple of hours, Beautiful Chaos thought his name was actually Fafa until the Persian corrected him) seemed to go exploring on his own to find herbs or berries. More then once, the Absol joined the feline in this explorations, finding a lot of interesting things about the pair’s history. One of them was that they had fought against Isamu twice. That had certainly picked his interest when he heard about the battles. The human even had a sound recording of it, which he listen to. He wasn’t surprise of what he heard, it just gave him more wood for the hatred that burn in him. He tried his best to not linger on it too long, he wanted enjoy his observation time, not waste it on Isamu.
In their conversations, he found himself more curious about the two, thought it didn’t revolve around it all the time, Faraon had manage to get him to speak of his bitterness towards Isamu. He was surprise that the other pokemon only listen and gave no opinion whatsoever unless he was asked. After telling him what had happen, the only thing he did was thank him for telling him before asking him what he liked to do now. Chaos could only answer he liked to gaze into the night sky and the conversation just went on to speak of about tamer things.
At the seventh day, B.C. didn’t even bother sitting away from the camp, instead he went up to the edge of it. He raised a brow and tilted his head at the scent that invaded it, the man was cooking something other then poke food. Strange, thought he was glad, it weird him out a bit to see a human enjoying the same food pokemon did. He sat down, giving a light nod to both males, smirking when the Persian gave him a mock warning growl as a greeting. It was funny, mainly because the Persian was laying on his back with his paws on the air, relaxing by the cooker’s warmth. Also because of how easy it was to become relax around them, he had even gone up to the human a couple of times in his observation time and watched him draw behaviors the healer had seen through the day. Today, though, he was cooking. He eyed the settings, only two bowls, two mugs, he recognized both at as the pair’s liquid and food containers. Indeed, he expected no different. He had been offered food, once, but he turned it down with a growl, he wasn’t about to let someone tame him, thought Faraon had reassure him(after B.C. had been demanded by the feline to explain his behavior) that Adriel had no intention of doing that.
That night another strange event came around, a trainer walked to the camp and asked how long the human had been there. He answer about a week, which seemed to alert the trainer, who had been eyeing B.C. every time the healer looked down to stir the pot’s contents. The Absol was unnerve by this, but he remind sitting by the Persian, so far, he had not see Adriel with another of his species. The trainer question him about an Absol that was know to roam the place, the healer had said that it was just a myth and when the trainer pointed at B.C., who was getting tense, Adriel said that he was with him. The other human compliment him on his pokemon(“Too bad that Persian is blind, he would had made a good contest entry!”) and walked away, looking disappointed. Adriel gave a huff and murmur something about already winning a contest with said blind Persian and was about to say something else but B.C. approached him and gave a low growl.
“I assume you are mad because I said you were with me…” The Absol nodded to confirm this, he wasn’t owned! But his anger was washed over slightly by confusion when the man just chuckled, smiled at him and went back to stirring and adding herbs and spices to the food. “Well, Beautiful Chaos, are you not now, in this moment, standing here, with me and Faraon? You are just with us, enjoying our mutual company. I was with a couple of Meowths yesterday. And Faraon met a Magikarp and stayed with it for a while, watching swim. So you see, I never implied anything. It was you and that trainer who assumed that I owned you. Just be glad she didn’t insulted like she did my poor friend Faraon. By the way, do you want to eat with us? I think I made too much.”
B.C. sat there, staring at him. Indeed, he had assumed. A smirk spread on his muzzle and he nodded. So they ate, and Adriel played his violin, it was slightly off tune, but still beautiful. The night and morning went by.
The next night, the Absol picked on something odd, half the stuff had been put away, he gave the Persian a questioning sound, but it was Adriel who answer. He told him that they would be moving on in a few hours to the howling forest, he had a bad feeling after seeing several trainers go by towards it. The human spotted something on the disaster pokemon’s action because he offer that if he wanted to, he could come with them, but only if he wanted to. He wasn’t going to ask him to leave his home. The Absol snorted, his home, this wasn’t it. He looked up the sky and smiled when he heard the human said that today the stars were twinkling away without a care in the world. Indeed, constantly changing, constantly being there.
He looked at the Persian and the human as they were about their normal routine after some things were packed in a cart. A constant that is always changing, Beautiful Chaos gave a soft sigh at that thought, as if letting out some unknown held breath. Walking over to the cart while the others two were enjoying some of the other night’s leftovers, he picked up something from it. Making a bit of a rattle as he moved objects around before walking back to the human, who was now watching him curiously of what he took. The Absol dropped a minimize pokeball at the human’s feet and sat down in front of him.
“If you are sure?”
The Absol nodded, he needed another constant in his life, not something that he could just stare at in the night or something that made him angry constantly like the white flowers or his hatred of Isamu. He also had a chance to become much stronger with them at his side and finally show that Absol what he deserved. And hell, the Persian made good conversation. He vaguely grinned to himself, neither of them were afraid of him either, he hadn’t had an opportunity to show them why they should yet and that human needed better protection then some blind Persian. He would tell that to Faraon to see what he thought of his reasons, specially that one.
“Okay, but first, do you like the name I gave you this pass week?” Another nod and the human picked up the pokeball and lightly poked it against the white furred creature, watching him go into it without resistance and then releasing him. “…..You know, you are stuck with us now.”
“(as you are with me…)” The human didn’t understood, but shared the smile that had come to the pokemon’s dark face.
“Then we are off the howling forest!” The man made a ricidules pose before laughing and collapsing back onto his seat, grinning like an idiot, B.C. was sure he was.
Both pokemon let out a groan and B.C. laughed. “(What have I gotten myself into…)”
[Don't kill me >.<]
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Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2008 6:38 pm
Devious_Kitsune XD; Lunar and Penguin, you don't need to change your entries, no.
o3o; Lunar, I meant I didn't want an entry SOLELY from your trainer's stand point. Aaaah! Ok, that's what I thought sweatdrop Sorry, not taking much to worry me lately xd
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Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2008 6:42 pm
Nice entry, Trist xd I think you just blasted me out of the competition *giggles* (And no, don't feel bad, after all the best gaian wins ^.^ And a worthy opponent makes the battle all the more fun, whether you win or lose heart )
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Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2008 9:04 pm
WEEK 3 IS OFFICIALLY CLOSED
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Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2008 7:06 am
Username: Renekai
Pokemon: Love
Entry:
Just north of Katrina, in the Rinual Mountains, Love lay in her den, gnawing on her favorite bone. Her head swam with emotions and thoughts, leaving her confused. Isamu was interested in her "mother", Hellfire. Hellfire was probably interested in Con or Ryou, but there was no telling if she'd soon have eyes for Isamu... And Love... How did Love feel about this? Isamu was strong, brave, handsome, wise, and.... old. Love was much younger than Isamu, and that alone put a barrier between them. But Love couldn't help it-- she had feelings for the absol. Love moodily bit her bone harder.
Every time Love had started warming up to Isamu, she had been shunted to one side. And now Isamu was looking at Hellfire... Love's "mother"... It hadn't been intentional, but Isamu had really hurt Love by doing that. She loved Hellfire and would guard her with her life, but now she was Love's love rival? The world had turned upside down. Love let out an involuntary whimper. Isamu!
Snap!
Love looked down. She had bitten the bone clean in two. Suddenly, her eyes grew hot and blurry, making her breath catch. She blinked back the tears with frustration, and picked at one of the bone halves to get the marrow out. Love had been in her den for almost a week now, only going out to hunt and relieve herself. She always returned to her den when she was feeling lonely. How could she get Isamu back? Ha, Love thought bitterly. More like, how will I get Isamu. I never did "have" him in the first place. There was nothing that Love could do without alienating herself even more from Isamu. She wouldn't try to get Isamu to stop liking Hellfire; she'd never stoop as low as that. Her only hope was that Hellfire would not return Isamu's attentions.
So that was it, was it? To stand in the sidelines, wishing that she were in the game, but never being more active than a mute spectator? Love threw away the bone halves, having eaten them both inside and out. She grabbed a new bone and was mildly interested in the hunk of meat that still clung to one side. Her chest hurt. Her head hurt, too. It was too much... This was hardly even a love triangle, since Love could only see one outcome. It was only a matter of time before Hellfire saw just how impressive Isamu was... And then... Love would be forced to hide in the shadows with her tail between her legs. How could she ever face Isamu again?
Love got up and stretched, licking traces of blood from her lips. She shouldn't be moping here. She should be talking to Isamu... If there was even the slightest chance that Isamu would forget Hellfire, Love might be able to help it along by talking to him-- just as friends. But it would take a lot to get Love out of her cave. She was still hurt because of Isamu and, though she'd never admit it to anyone, she was reluctant to see him again. Her feelings were so mixed and odd, she didn't know what to do other than chew her bones and hide from the world. On one hand, she wanted to talk to Isamu and get him to see her in a new light. On the other, she felt helpless and embarrassed. What would she do? What could she do?
Love stepped to the mouth of the cave. This was it. Either she was going out, or she was staying in. She teetered on the threshold, still uneasy. She picked a paw up... And put it back down without moving forward. Her tail drooped. Head down, she returned to the back of the cave and seized a bone. She had no power in this situation, so why waste time trying...?
((D: I didn't mean to make Love seem so emo.))
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Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2008 3:06 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2008 12:38 pm
*noms thread in anticipation* ^.^ You're welcome, Trist! It was very well done heart
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Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2008 7:12 am
Is no one else trying for Love? D:
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