ATTENTION: THIS ROLEPLAY NO LONGER BELONGS TO ME. IT IS NOW UNDER THE CONTROL OF @Fraseandchico. THANK YOU.
(Hey there! Interested in this idea? Discussion thread's here, if anyone wants to read more about the plot or join! Here's a list of people that can respond here so far: @Meepy, @Spectreon, @Cutepikachu343, @Fraseandchico, @AsrielDreemurr, @Defaeco, @Nintenduck, @Enderremix, and @Absol-utley187.)
How was it always so bright down here? It was as if the Sun of legend was able to pass through their prison-like home and cast its light over them, and yet the only thing anyone was ever able to see if they looked up was a vast nothingness. How long had it been like this, exactly? It must've been a very long time, if only a select few could recollect memories of the war nowadays.
If only it had never happened. Maybe then, they wouldn't be stuck down here, but, of course, those humans had to ruin their chances, because why wouldn't they, honestly? Everything she knew about humans was negative, and she couldn't help but grow a seething hatred for the beings above, even if she had only ever heard stories about them. Why did they have to ruin everything for her kind?
With a sigh, the Liepard padded through Snowdin, heading to her own personal practicing stage she had built deep inside the forest. Yes, she was a performer, and people did know her name, but she was not nearly as famous as the Aegislash from Hotland. She didn't dwell on this, though- rather, she focused on giving her select few fans what they wanted, making them happy, and keeping them satisfied with what she gave. This hidden stage was for making sure her shows were always in tip-top shape, and she always changed the times she snuck away from her hometown, so suspicion would not rise. As of right now, it was pretty early in the morning.
There it was. Letting out a chilly chuckle, Eboni stretched her limbs quickly, warming herself up, and leaped onto the snow-covered, wooden platform. Again, this had happened? She assumed the trees would shield it from any incoming snow, but that didn't seem to be the case. With another sigh, she grabbed a nearby broom, which she kept at the stage for this very reason, skillfully with the tip of her tail, and began to sweep, making sure the remainder of what could not be swept away was not icy enough to call her practice off.
Was this really the place? It sure was... tall, but she wasn't quite sure what she had expected from a mountain. Were there really creatures living underneath it, unloved and uncared for? Oh, those poor things! Her mouth twitched down into a frown at the thought, and she took a step closer to Mount Ebbot, unsure of her decision.
As much as she wanted to prove that Pokemon were good enough to keep above the Earth's surface, Tempo Lizano didn't seem quite ready to jump down such a large chasm as the one she was told about. She could easily die, no doubt, but something told her she'd be just fine if she did wind up underground with the creatures she had heard about.
She took another step, this time darting her head around to make sure nobody could be seen. The wide-open, grassy field surrounding the mountain told her that she was safe from the view of others as she struggled with a mini-battle inside her own head. Still not entirely sure if she was fully prepared for this, Tempo began to pace, a hand held against her chin in wonder, as she contemplated her choices.
(Hey there! Interested in this idea? Discussion thread's here, if anyone wants to read more about the plot or join! Here's a list of people that can respond here so far: @Meepy, @Spectreon, @Cutepikachu343, @Fraseandchico, @AsrielDreemurr, @Defaeco, @Nintenduck, @Enderremix, and @Absol-utley187.)
How was it always so bright down here? It was as if the Sun of legend was able to pass through their prison-like home and cast its light over them, and yet the only thing anyone was ever able to see if they looked up was a vast nothingness. How long had it been like this, exactly? It must've been a very long time, if only a select few could recollect memories of the war nowadays.
If only it had never happened. Maybe then, they wouldn't be stuck down here, but, of course, those humans had to ruin their chances, because why wouldn't they, honestly? Everything she knew about humans was negative, and she couldn't help but grow a seething hatred for the beings above, even if she had only ever heard stories about them. Why did they have to ruin everything for her kind?
With a sigh, the Liepard padded through Snowdin, heading to her own personal practicing stage she had built deep inside the forest. Yes, she was a performer, and people did know her name, but she was not nearly as famous as the Aegislash from Hotland. She didn't dwell on this, though- rather, she focused on giving her select few fans what they wanted, making them happy, and keeping them satisfied with what she gave. This hidden stage was for making sure her shows were always in tip-top shape, and she always changed the times she snuck away from her hometown, so suspicion would not rise. As of right now, it was pretty early in the morning.
There it was. Letting out a chilly chuckle, Eboni stretched her limbs quickly, warming herself up, and leaped onto the snow-covered, wooden platform. Again, this had happened? She assumed the trees would shield it from any incoming snow, but that didn't seem to be the case. With another sigh, she grabbed a nearby broom, which she kept at the stage for this very reason, skillfully with the tip of her tail, and began to sweep, making sure the remainder of what could not be swept away was not icy enough to call her practice off.
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Was this really the place? It sure was... tall, but she wasn't quite sure what she had expected from a mountain. Were there really creatures living underneath it, unloved and uncared for? Oh, those poor things! Her mouth twitched down into a frown at the thought, and she took a step closer to Mount Ebbot, unsure of her decision.
As much as she wanted to prove that Pokemon were good enough to keep above the Earth's surface, Tempo Lizano didn't seem quite ready to jump down such a large chasm as the one she was told about. She could easily die, no doubt, but something told her she'd be just fine if she did wind up underground with the creatures she had heard about.
She took another step, this time darting her head around to make sure nobody could be seen. The wide-open, grassy field surrounding the mountain told her that she was safe from the view of others as she struggled with a mini-battle inside her own head. Still not entirely sure if she was fully prepared for this, Tempo began to pace, a hand held against her chin in wonder, as she contemplated her choices.
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