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Post by Tormund Faolan on May 22, 2015 21:24:44 GMT
Shirtless the young boy sat in the tall grass, watching and laughing as his shinx fooled about like the young pokemon that she was. Competitively speaking, these two weren't exactly the most serious type that you would meet, but then again, the boy was only young and he still had a lot to learn. He wasn't however wearing his uniform. He'd probably wear it a bit more when he was older and when Yuki was a bit stronger, but for now, he was perfectly content with it living within his backpack.
He wore beige cargo pants, the band of his boxers visible over the top of his pants. His running shoes already looked scuffed, but then again he had started his journey a good two months ago (even though he had never really gotten all that far). He hadn't had a pokemon dream when he had received his little electric type.
"Hey Yuki! What shall we do today?"
He knew he had spoken a bit louder than a usual person would, but he wasn't aware of just how loud he well and truly had been.
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Post by andrea warren on May 22, 2015 21:42:40 GMT
 Another promise , another seed Another packaged lie to keep us trapped in greed And all the green belts wrapped around our minds endless red tape to keep the truth confined They will not force us They will stop degrading us They will not control us We will be victorious "Hey, kid."
Andrea had approached, more so out of curiosity than anything else. She had been wandering about, invested in strengthening her collection of Pokemon she had gathered over time. Her team was well stocked at this point of time, and required some experience in order to be properly prepped for the future.
"Surprised yer out here without a babysitter," she jeered.
Chuckling softly, she peered at her Numel that was currently tucked away at her side. The Pokemon was blinking slowly, peering at the boy and his Shinx with bemusement in its eyes. The Pokemon pawed at the ground with its blunt foot before approaching the tiny electric-type.
"Nummeel," it bleated, greeting the Shinx with a friendly smile.
Andrea raised a neatly trimmed brow before eyeing the shirtless youth with a small scowl. The girl was decked out in denim shorts and red tank top, her scuffed sneakers a vibrant shade of crimson.
"Just got yer Poke, huh?"
oblivious - - lvl 06 - - healthy tackle - - growl - - ember
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Post by CALYPSO FREYJOLD on May 26, 2015 4:48:31 GMT
私をライトアップ。 With some experience already under her belt, Calypso moved on from her previous position to a new, more unfamiliar one. Route 101 was full of curiosities, new things, new smells for Circe-- she was almost overwhelmed. Only the reminder that she was still technically on the beginner slope kept her mellowed. Ahead there seemed to be a break in her fast-paced thoughts. A young, familiar face accompanied by a taller, rougher looking girl.
Far from intimidated, Calypso can't help but poke about, leering at the pair for a bit before approaching, plopping down next to Tormund- casual as ever. He was even younger than she- yellow eyes stare up at the girl with the numel. Another fire type? Her vulpix takes interest, sniffing about the strangers. "Hey hey, you know we could hear you miles away, riiight?" she exaggerates- she had barely heard the boy from her previous place, but that doesn't stop her from talking large. "I'm his babysitter. Duh. You here to play one of those rough gang girls who tries to beat us up?" she goes a mile a minute, but her expression never changes. Her eyes are wide, almost curious. She pries for more, relentless despite her being a new presence. "Or maybe a cougar", she extends a folded fist, imitating a paw, "mrrooow, go away cat lady, we're too young for you!" obnoxious, of course. She has little excuse- Calypso has been pent up for too long so, naturally, she would overdo it on day one. |
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