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 Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2012 11:51 am
Pokemon Involved: Tamsin, Tucker, Quan, Fenton, Zvezda, Ludwig
Tamsin the Igglybuff
The sun was high, almost to its zenith, when Tamsin decided that it was probably time for her to explore the town she'd just made her home. She had no map or sense of direction, but she did have one thing: access to the natives. Thus, with their help, she made it to the center of town.
Surrounded by Pokemon running errands or children playing, Tamsin felt conflicted - she had never been in a place so alive, but she still felt alone. Watching a young Poliwag and Wooper chase a ball reminded her that she was still young and at her first stage, a fact that she resented above all else; to still be a 'baby' was infantile and embarrassing. The Igglybuff could only hope that the other Biscuits members - and ideally, the whole town - would be able respect her talents regardless.
Their laughter annoyed her. Couldn't they find something more worthwhile to spend their time doing? They were wasting their lives, surrounded by so much opportunity yet still without ambition. With a sigh, Tamsin glanced around in hopes of seeing somebody worth meeting.
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 1:29 pm
 Tucker was whistling to himself, the bright sun warming his yellow fur. What a nice day! He trailed his large pencil behind him as he strode through the town square taking tiny steps with his stubby feet. Some days he wished he were taller, some days he dreamed about evolving, but right now he was more than content to enjoy his life at the size he was. He wouldn't always be so small, and sometimes it was fun being small. Tucker liked to look on the bright side of things.
Besides, he was too busy looking for inspiration for his future newspaper, specifically a name. He was at a complete loss for what to name the paper, when he ever got around to making one of course. Brainstorming interesting articles came easily, but not always names-
Lost in though, he bumped into a figure around the same size as him. He dropped his pencil and feel flat on his bottom. Quickly dusting himself off and picking up his pencil, he apologized, "I'm so sorry! I didn't see you there," He said to the Igglybuff. "My name's Tucker, what's your's?
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 1:54 pm
Tamsin the Igglybuff
She was starting to get rather impatient - all sorts of Pokemon were coming and going, but none seemed particularly interesting. She saw small Pokemon and large ones, but almost all of them seemed to have a destination in mind or friends to talk to. Tamsin envied them. Jumping down from the bench, she began to walk towards the fountain when she felt something push her.
The slight bump caused by Tucker had knocked him to the ground, but it also knocked Tamsin into the air. "H-hey! Watch where you're going!" the balloon Pokemon squeaked, flailing around before bouncing off the bench and hitting the ground next to her assailant. It wasn't until she'd straightened up and regained some composure that she realized that he was only a Pichu...carrying a large pencil.
"It's okay," she said, though it really wasn't and she was a bit annoyed. "I'm Tamsin." She noted his name and first impression before her eyes focused on his pencil. "What's that for?" Back in the village, things like that were rather valuable and not given to children - which Tucker certainly seemed to be. "It's a little bit big for you," she teased.
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 2:43 pm
 Quan was enjoying the nice sunny day, he had wonder around looking at all the shops in the town square earlier. There was certainly a lot of shops and stalls around and they boasted a large variety of item. He bought a drink from one of them before moving to a spot relatively off to the side so he could practice his martial arts with out accidentally hitting anyone.
The Oshawott slid gracefully from one stance into another warming up by going through the stances slowly before beginning to speed up. Eventually he took the scallop off his stomach and started to wield it like a fighting fan.
He stopped for a moment to take a sip of his drink and looked around the square as he drank his water.
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 9:52 pm
 Fenton hadn't meant to drift off. Yet, patience wasn't within his entire list of personality traits, and he unfortunately caught the chugging choo-choo to Dreamland waiting for his upcoming meal to finish. Beside a very popular food cart, the Ivysaur had made himself uncomfortable under the shade. His stubby hinds and front were tucked beneath him and as he snored, he somehow kept a stray nose bubble alive with each breath.
The Smeargle selling the plethora of delicious treats found himself in a predicament. Fenton was rumored to have a temper and, well, would he get upset if he was woken up? The merchant tried his best nonetheless to remedy his situation. Tiptoeing near the Grass-type, he elongated a finger and prodded Fenton's ear."Admin, sir, your order of ready," he said in a small, bashful voice. Yet, Fenton was too lost in a wonderful fantasy with Inamorata to be disturbed. Seeing that his attempts came to no avail, the Smeargle tried again."Sir, y-your, um, your food . . . It's done."
Nothing.
Just as the Smeargle was about to give up, Fenton's snot bubble popped, and he jumped to his feet in a panic. "Oh, wha'- Huh?!" he stammered, blaring widened, crimson eyes at the Normal-type. "Ah, what's it ya want?" he asked, snorting a sniffle and scratching under his jowl. "I was sleepin'."
"Oh, um, your order . . . " The Smeargle managed to finally relay before suddenly darting away back to his food cart. The Ivysaur blinked than nodded.
"Ah, yea, yea, I'mma comin'." he said as he trundled after, throwing a few Poke at the painter and snatching up his dumplings-on-a-stick with a Vine Whip. "Thank ya kindly." he added as he wandered off, considering a new place to sleep after his snack.
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2012 7:28 pm
  It was rare for Zvezda to be away from the Museum, but on this nice and sunny day she found herself walking around in the town, her Igglybuff charge, Ludwig, at her side.
"It's an awfully nice day out," the admin mused, watching Pokemon of all shapes and sizes putter about. "Don't you agree, Ludwig?"
"..." The Igglybuff was silent, as always. However, he did allow himself a small nod in Zvezda's direction before continuing to observe the area around him.
"Hmm yes - oh! Is that the Buttery Biscuits admin I spy?" The Umbreon smiled as she saw the back of the Ivysaur stumbling tiredly away from a food stand. "I haven't become acquainted with him yet! It would be the professional thing to do, yes?"
"..." Again all that was given from Ludwig was a small nod.
"Mm yes we will have to introduce ourselves. Come along, Ludwig!" Zvezda quickened her steps until she was just behind the Ivysaur, Ludwig trailing not too far behind her.
"Hello, yes - hello! You're the admin for the Buttery Biscuits Rescuing Group, correct?" Zvezda asked.
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2012 10:58 pm
Fenton blinked at the professional tone to suddenly pinch the underside of his attention. He stopped walking, perked his ears, and turned to glance out the figure of an unknown Umbreon and what seemed to be a responsible Igglybuff beside her. At the statement of his earlier granted title, he offered her a smile -- a grease smeared simper with the edges of pounded dough stuck between every nasty crevasse of the Ivysaur's teeth.
"Aha, yessums, that be me." Fenton replied with confidence, nodding a large head at the lithe Eon. "I'm takin' it, though jus' by rumor, that yer Miss Zvezda of tha museum?"
He tried to straighten himself in the presence of the other known Admin, but his nasty coating of oily lipstick certainly didn't appease his supposed professional position. Yet, even such, he never stopped eating, and stuffed the last but of dumplings between his pursed lips, chewed, than let the sharpened tip of the used utensil jut out of his mouth. With his Vine Whip clear, Fenton offered it to Zvezda -- buttered side upward -- but suddenly chagrined and exchanged it for an, erm, clean one.
"'Tis nice ta meetcha, missy." he said, nodding. "I'mma Fenton of the BBRG, at ya service an' all."
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Posted: Thu Dec 20, 2012 11:47 am
 Zero was walking around the town for no real reason..maybe there was a real reason but that didn't matter to him at all. He sigh and look around. Then he saw a bunch of bros just standing around and having fun! This is something Zero like alot. He walk up to then and gave a cool grin to everyone. "What up!" He yell with a happy tone. He love to meet others and today maybe he could meet someone. He would like that alot.  Maxie let out a loud sigh. Why was he out here. He didn't want to be out here but the sun was so nice and it felt so good on his skin. He sigh once again and look up, to see group of pokemon standing around talking. Bluh! He hated talking to others and he sure didn't want to do it today. He try to walk around them hoping no one would spot him. Bluh! He hated being around others.
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Posted: Mon Mar 11, 2013 4:55 am
Znaruto Maxie let out a loud sigh. Why was he out here. He didn't want to be out here but the sun was so nice and it felt so good on his skin. He sigh once again and look up, to see group of pokemon standing around talking. Bluh! He hated talking to others and he sure didn't want to do it today. He try to walk around them hoping no one would spot him. Bluh! He hated being around others.  Bokuzen remain in the shade snoring quietly until he heard a racket. He slowly turn, not trying to give his position away under the shade of the tree, and looked to see a bunch of pokemon. He then turned and saw Maxie. He stood there and sighed. "Same Maxie, same." As if Bokuzen knew what Maxie was thinking. Over come with a great deal of sleepiness, Bokuzen yawned. And there for went back to sleep.
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