((OOC - Because the first one basically imploded upon itself, what with The Destroyer of Enthusiasm, Shiden. I hoped to have his attitude shift gears before it was to late, but...er....needless to say, it didn't. x.X
So here's another attempt at it, with a character that should be both easier to interact with, and easier for me to use. For any potential n00bs reading this, I say unto you, I do not wish for Cruddy Quality RPing. Please. If you join, try to keep sentences complete, and legible. An abundance of Pokémon-turned-humans isn't likely either, as anyone can imagine. This isn't a simple reenactment of the game, so NONE of this:
So help me, I will nuke myself a n00b if some version of that is posted. Nuke 'em with a spork. >=o
Because ten babies, my dog, and a newborn lamb just died as I typed that.
Really. O.O
Erm...before my OOC dwarfs my acctual post, I'm gonna cut it short. Questions can be PMed to me, unless they are retard-questions, like "Do you have a bed?" or "Can u hlp me plz? I r new and 2 incompitnt 2 find th3 rul3z."
No. Just no. Please.
-Firefox- ))
BIC-
The day was young and bleary, with only a fleck of sunlight peeking over the snatches of forestland grazing around the skirts of the barren terrain. Thin, loose plates of rock littered the lightly-dusted cliff, and feeble attempts at vegetation grew in between the unyielding faults on the jutting plateau-like surface. The stone was currently damp, brushed with a hint of dew from the lowered temperatures of midnight until the blazing sphere of a sun reclaimed the spoils, accumulating the water vapor into thin wisps of clouds to slink by during the highlighted daylight hours. Drops of water beaded at the tips of the harsh, weed-like plants, slaking their thirst marginally until the pounding, hammering heat tore even that comfort away with white, hot rays of shifting sunlight.
But as for now, the scene could be shunted into the category of "peaceful", with the cool stone of bleached white-grey cloaked in a delicate touch of light. The awkward, misplaced trees broke and distorted the rising sun's rays, forcing it to sift through the plants' leaves and branches to alight on the broken, eroded, and cracked rock. The cool morning air danced with the murmuring gusts that blew through such wastelands, no shields to cushion the speed or ferocity of the wind. Winding through the low-strung, drooping green weeds, the breeze eventually found its way towards the protruding cliff's edge, and the creature it bore.
The Zangoose's large, golden-orange eyes blinked open almost instinctively as a soft, comforting breath of air ruffled through his silky white fur. They relayed only a sense of disorientation and innocence as they struggled to focus on something, and eventually latched onto a crumbling slate of thin rock. After that a fleck of confusion appeared to mingle with the other emotions, as he blinked continuously in a way that said he was striving to shed some light on this predicament. The gusting of wind wound itself around him, sending the fluffy, snow-white tuft of fur adorning his head into his soulful, credulous eyes.
After a few more seconds of silence, disrupted only by the moaning wind as it creaked through the fogged air, the scrawny Pokémon sat upright, bracing himself with what appeared to be three blue-coated digits, two of which appeared to contain extendable claws. A shocked expression had materialized on his face, matched by the way he fumbled to stand up, gazing at his combat-capable paws. Clearly disconcerted, there was no time to expound on the nature of his frantic bewilderment before a malice-tinged voice slid slyly through the air.
"What in the world issss a Zangoosssse doing in Ssssseviper country? And ssssuch a ssssmall one, too!"
The small, lean Zangoose turned around clumsily, naive golden eyes widening at the presence of a huge snake-like Pokémon. A set of elongated, blood-red fangs were bared at him, despite the mocking grin etched across the Seviper's scaled mouth. It's crimson eyes were narrowed in scrutiny of the white, mongoose-resembling creature, as if realizing just how defenseless this foe-by-blood was.
The gold-plated snake's words seemed to kick-start the Zangoose's lost brain, and one word lodged itself into his mind. Z-zangoose....it called me a Zangoose...
"W-wait," he stuttered uncertainly, holding out his paws defensively. "I'm not...not..."
I can't tell it I'm not a Zangoose....it'll think I'm mocking it! the blue-patched Pokémon realized.
"You're not what? Battle-ready? Trusssst me, Zangoosssse, I noticed that." the Seviper interjected into the Zangoose's pause, swordlike tail flashing as it maneuvered closer to the discolored normal-type.
"N-no....I just...didn't know this was...was...Seviper territory..." The Zangoose winced away from the approaching poison-type, a chill running up his spine.
Nothing like that was going to stop the fierce, eternal hatred that normal Zangoose and Seviper harbored for one another. And the cliff edge was an unlucky placing for him to find himself at. The lush, emerald-green canopy of the forest lying far below them, a scene that would've seemed beautiful at any other time, now suggested death to any non-flying Pokémon from such a height.
The Seviper's tantalizing grin evaporated, as it closed in on the shaken Zangoose.
So here's another attempt at it, with a character that should be both easier to interact with, and easier for me to use. For any potential n00bs reading this, I say unto you, I do not wish for Cruddy Quality RPing. Please. If you join, try to keep sentences complete, and legible. An abundance of Pokémon-turned-humans isn't likely either, as anyone can imagine. This isn't a simple reenactment of the game, so NONE of this:
"Bob woke up and was confzed cause he was soppsd 2 be a human but he wsn't any more and so he lookd arownd and he seen a Chikorita. "R u okey Pikachu?" the Chikorita askd "WHA-why r u talking u r a pokemanz!11!" Bob yelled. "So r u!" yelled Chikaritta!11!!!11!!2!!1!!(one)1!"
*bob l00ks at hisslf and c's tht chikrita was write*
"U're rite1! Wl my nam 1s Bob, & I whas a persn! Dattebayo!11!!!1!!!" (I couldn't resist)
So help me, I will nuke myself a n00b if some version of that is posted. Nuke 'em with a spork. >=o
Because ten babies, my dog, and a newborn lamb just died as I typed that.
Really. O.O
Erm...before my OOC dwarfs my acctual post, I'm gonna cut it short. Questions can be PMed to me, unless they are retard-questions, like "Do you have a bed?" or "Can u hlp me plz? I r new and 2 incompitnt 2 find th3 rul3z."
No. Just no. Please.
-Firefox- ))
BIC-
The day was young and bleary, with only a fleck of sunlight peeking over the snatches of forestland grazing around the skirts of the barren terrain. Thin, loose plates of rock littered the lightly-dusted cliff, and feeble attempts at vegetation grew in between the unyielding faults on the jutting plateau-like surface. The stone was currently damp, brushed with a hint of dew from the lowered temperatures of midnight until the blazing sphere of a sun reclaimed the spoils, accumulating the water vapor into thin wisps of clouds to slink by during the highlighted daylight hours. Drops of water beaded at the tips of the harsh, weed-like plants, slaking their thirst marginally until the pounding, hammering heat tore even that comfort away with white, hot rays of shifting sunlight.
But as for now, the scene could be shunted into the category of "peaceful", with the cool stone of bleached white-grey cloaked in a delicate touch of light. The awkward, misplaced trees broke and distorted the rising sun's rays, forcing it to sift through the plants' leaves and branches to alight on the broken, eroded, and cracked rock. The cool morning air danced with the murmuring gusts that blew through such wastelands, no shields to cushion the speed or ferocity of the wind. Winding through the low-strung, drooping green weeds, the breeze eventually found its way towards the protruding cliff's edge, and the creature it bore.
The Zangoose's large, golden-orange eyes blinked open almost instinctively as a soft, comforting breath of air ruffled through his silky white fur. They relayed only a sense of disorientation and innocence as they struggled to focus on something, and eventually latched onto a crumbling slate of thin rock. After that a fleck of confusion appeared to mingle with the other emotions, as he blinked continuously in a way that said he was striving to shed some light on this predicament. The gusting of wind wound itself around him, sending the fluffy, snow-white tuft of fur adorning his head into his soulful, credulous eyes.
After a few more seconds of silence, disrupted only by the moaning wind as it creaked through the fogged air, the scrawny Pokémon sat upright, bracing himself with what appeared to be three blue-coated digits, two of which appeared to contain extendable claws. A shocked expression had materialized on his face, matched by the way he fumbled to stand up, gazing at his combat-capable paws. Clearly disconcerted, there was no time to expound on the nature of his frantic bewilderment before a malice-tinged voice slid slyly through the air.
"What in the world issss a Zangoosssse doing in Ssssseviper country? And ssssuch a ssssmall one, too!"
The small, lean Zangoose turned around clumsily, naive golden eyes widening at the presence of a huge snake-like Pokémon. A set of elongated, blood-red fangs were bared at him, despite the mocking grin etched across the Seviper's scaled mouth. It's crimson eyes were narrowed in scrutiny of the white, mongoose-resembling creature, as if realizing just how defenseless this foe-by-blood was.
The gold-plated snake's words seemed to kick-start the Zangoose's lost brain, and one word lodged itself into his mind. Z-zangoose....it called me a Zangoose...
"W-wait," he stuttered uncertainly, holding out his paws defensively. "I'm not...not..."
I can't tell it I'm not a Zangoose....it'll think I'm mocking it! the blue-patched Pokémon realized.
"You're not what? Battle-ready? Trusssst me, Zangoosssse, I noticed that." the Seviper interjected into the Zangoose's pause, swordlike tail flashing as it maneuvered closer to the discolored normal-type.
"N-no....I just...didn't know this was...was...Seviper territory..." The Zangoose winced away from the approaching poison-type, a chill running up his spine.
Nothing like that was going to stop the fierce, eternal hatred that normal Zangoose and Seviper harbored for one another. And the cliff edge was an unlucky placing for him to find himself at. The lush, emerald-green canopy of the forest lying far below them, a scene that would've seemed beautiful at any other time, now suggested death to any non-flying Pokémon from such a height.
The Seviper's tantalizing grin evaporated, as it closed in on the shaken Zangoose.
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