Posts by Whispers of the Night

You must have taken all mine, sorry.
I have no idea how to role play anymore.

I really can't write anything. Changing it wouldn't help.

Yes, it's horrifying.

My writing skill has fled into the sunlight screaming, "I'm free! I'm free!" I don't think it wants to come back.

I'm especially not going to come up with anything decent on my phone, so please be patient with me. When I tried to write anything, I rambled for a paragraph about how I wasn't talking about a three-headed person, but three people with one head each. Just wonderful.

Newleaf town, was it? No... Twinleaf. Ahhaha, poor Dmitri, he was getting it mixed up with New Bark in Johto. What was with this tree obsession in the Pokemon world? All the towns were trees. All the professors were trees. Wait, maybe Juniper was a bush.
Ah, he had so much in his head it was hard not to get things mixed around. Differentiating between bushes and trees was definitely not on his list of the first things to get organized inside his expansive mind. He was more interested in Pokemon, you know, that was what he had spent his life studying, and so he was likely a good trainer, at least his Bidoof seemed to like him, he thought from the way the crazed beaver-thingy acted.
Dmitri ran his hands through his soft blonde waves with a huff, resting both hands behind his head briefly as he surveyed the new town. The people looked pretty nice, it looked like a good community and somewhere he could have stood living had he had any interest whatever in a domestic life. Ah, but alas, that life was not for him. He would never be able to settle for anything less than constant adventure. Settling down would be giving up what he loved.
Lavender-blue eyes drifting, he noticed a boy fruitlessly waving his hands at an Aipom in apparent distress. Content as Dimitri would have been to watch and maybe try sketching the purple Pokemon, Ramses had decided to waddle over and check it out, so he followed with a soft sigh. Oh, curse that impetuous Bidoof.

Anyone mind giving me a brief recap?

Wah, what's happening?

Forgive me my lameness, the text is too small for me to bother reading it all.

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Æðelred Morose - Twenty-four - Klingklang

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Cisilla Greys - Eighteen - Chandelure

[align=center]"Five meals a day? Count me in," the Chandelure said, inspecting her flawless fingernails. To be honest, she'd been faking that strange punctuation of hers on and off her entire life. no one had ever commented on it, and so she believed she was so perfect that even when making mistakes, no one would dare say otherwise. Narcissists, man, they're not nice.
Was she even remotely worried about this whole "fighting and killing" thing? Last city on earth? Not at all, and really, why should she be? She'd just burn anyone who tried to make her fight, that would be okay, wouldn't it? Even if she did fight, it didn't matter, she was detached from reality, as one can probably tell from her viewpoint on life. The only point to life was to be admired. And so if she won that through battle, that would be fine with her.
And five meals a day. Woohoo.
She walked over to the orange-haired human girl who was talking to that blind Weavile. "Where'd your granny say we have to go?" she butted right in to the conversation. She didn't feel bad about interrupting, you know.[align=center]

Izotz shook his head slowly, his quiet, strangely cold voice barely audible. "Standing around and talking isn't what they want. Perhaps you all haven't been clued in."
He shook his head again, rubbing his bare arms as if they were chilled. Were these fools ignorant, or stupid, or did they just not care about their duty and vocation? He assumed they had that, since they'd been chosen. How peculiar.

Dubius had joined the hunting group after a minute's hesitation, hiking up his skirt in a way only a man wearing a skirt could really do so that it didn't rustle. He liked being tall, because he looked like a little kid if he didn't, but these heels were really bothersome. Maybe this hadn't been a good idea.

"Hey? Where are you all going?" Asgier asked the air as the hunting group headed off, twitching. He didn't like it when people left, even if he had no idea who those people were and had attachment to them whatsoever. He was paranoid, you know.

Dubius piped up quietly, "I can work with anyone, so whoever doesn't like people should go with me. Oh, Chase, by the way, I think you should go with the Scrafty, he seems like a personality and skillset that would complement yours."
This was the wisest nod anyone would ever get from a gay Zoroark man with long black nails. Dubius liked to think he understood people well.
And hey, Marco, ICU, and Avrae were all wandering over, the latter two staring into the trees.

"Heck, I'll go if you're all going to make such a fuss about it," Arlo groaned, holding his head in his hands and scowling darkly. "Maybe a good bug type could help anyways." He reached down to his waist and picked out Kyrst's Pokeball. A Leavanny would maybe come in handy against a psychic type. She was pretty strong, don't make fun.

"Wait," Dubius said as if he had just realized something terrible and abominable. "We have to kill things?"
He wasn't a vegetarian or anything, but he was way too soft to kill anything. Dubius just wasn't a very strong person. There was nothing weak about having a good heart like his, but unfortunately, young adult authors don't really talk about that. Sometimes he did wonder what was wrong with him.
But that was irrelevant. What was relevant was his backing out of the group subtlety and hoping there was an even number of people without him so he didn't have to go.

"Are we pairing up?" Avrae sighed, coming to terms quite quickly with his pitiable fate.
"Damnit, I don't have any friends," Marco said, looking back up at the sky. He'd been one of those leftover kids who never managed to find a partner in class, although he'd honestly preferred that.
ICU wasn't complaining. Of course.

Boo.

Help, recap, please.

Cisilla crossed her arms and scoffed at the idea of getting into groups. She liked other people well enough, and she definitely followed some of the traits of a narcissist in taking advantage of these people, but she didn't know anyone here, and... hmm, actually, that wasn't a problem. They'd be honored to have her in a group with them, whoever it was she'd eventually get put with. Bu she was too good to actually approach someone and ask, so she stood unsocially off to the side of the mass of lady Pokehumans, frowning. Meal soon, that was a good thing, at least.

What's going on.

"Mm, the Bidoof is mine," Dmitri slid into the conversation, sidling forwards and taking the too-heavy Ramses from Gideon's arms with a slight grunt. "And it's a he, sorry."
Not like the Bidoof's gender was his fault, but Dmitri was just an a apologetic guy. "I would say your Pokemon are more interesting, really, especially for a small town like this. I've never actually seen a live Piplup before, that's a League-issue starter, wow." He'd seen a dead one, dissected it actually, but....
"Oh, yes, sorry, I'm Stanislav Dmitri, call me Dmitri, it's much easier." He'd gotten a bit ahead of himself. "And an Aipom, that's pretty interesting as well. Where did you catch it?"

Yikes, sorry for disappearing.

Hmm, apartment. Well, Fyodr and Anastus supposed that was what theirs was too, but it was a bit more exclusive, or fancy, whichever word someone cared to use. While they were young, the twins were actually rather well off in terms of wealth. Ballet paid well enough, and most people wouldn't believe the monetary prizes available in chess and fencing competitions. It was a good business.
The twins walked at a brisk pace, forgetting to allow for someone who was possibly not as tall and fit as them, but if they did leave Peter behind, they'd remember sometime before they reached their home. They didn't talk while walking, also a habit from colder regions.

Yeesh. Maybe you could PM me when it's a better time to jump back in.