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Post by Victor Von Doomstein on Dec 31, 2011 22:09:42 GMT -5
He could hear his name being called twice over, and yet it wasn't easy to respond. He clutched onto the sands around him and dragged his body forward. His vision was blurred - he could only see, perhaps only vision, the towel and umbrella he set up, among an ocean of tan sands with black, blurred figures floating along its surface. Grunting, he got up to his feet slowly and lumbered to his destination. Perhaps he was over-dramatizing his wounds, but to be fair he did just get flung across the water by a Surf Attack, slightly burned by a Solar Beam, and nearly drowning wasn't so great either. Dragging himself along, he looked to his side at Lexus, who had her head down in regret. "Garci, just keep moving. I'll hold Oceanus off if he comes by." "Great, that's great.." He gasped in some air and started to pick up in momentum, running toward his little set-up, wet and caked sand clumping off of his body.
"Mer..." Oceanus's hunger wasn't even the slightest bit close to subsiding, and neither was his desire to stop his trainer from sending him back to that infernal Pokeball. It was like the wall. All he does in the ball is stare at the red and white walls he was so inexplicably contained in. Besides, he could probably help himself to just another bite or two. The people he fed off of all those moments ago didn't really seem to mind, I mean, they were probably just in a hurry when they swam off into the shore so quickly.
The thought of returning to that dreaded ball quickly faded as three forces were directly applied to the whale. First, an incredibly warm, incredibly painful beam impacted his gut (or area under his mouth, if you can consider that an abdomen). He was able to shake it off, but he still felt the severe, horrible stinging effects. It knocked him back significantly, and unfortunately for Garci, it pushed the whale ever closer. He managed to make it onto the shore, where a worried Larvesta was awaiting to confront him. Speaking of frightened, Persephone the Diglett seems to have dug a few tunnels through the ground, as she suddenly found herself popping up right next to Lexus yet again.
Back to Oceanus, though. He grinned at Lexus, and shut his eyes deeply, preparing the water he absorbed for a devastating Hydro Pump, when he received the second and third previously mentioned forces. One Shock Wave hailing from the sky was a shock enough for the whale, as he started to feel buzzes and crackles within him. The type advantage dealt some major pain to the whale, and the oncoming Thunder exacerbated it. The Wailmer flinched backward, and fell into the shallow shore.
Meanwhile, across the sands, Garci made it to his goal. He stumbles onto his towel, and reaches for the opened ball containing Oceanus. Clicking it closed, he pressed the button on it and tossed it behind him gingerly. The ball soon emitted a bright light which enveloped the unconscious Wailmer's body, sucking it within, and finally closed again. It fell a short distance behind Garci. The boy continued to breathe heavily, feeling whatever energy he had that carried him across the beach quickly melt away. Eyes almost immediately falling shut, he himself went out cold, face buried in the sand. Lexus approached him quickly, and looked down at him.
"Goodness, Garci.." With Persephone's help, she managed to flip the boy over and get him on his back. He looked to be in dire shape - battered by sands and water alike, and that visible mark on his left arm from the Solar Beam revealed itself in full form. However, he did at least look a little peaceful. A little bit, at least. And alive, too, as icing on the cake.
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Post by Victor Von Doomstein on Dec 26, 2011 21:29:16 GMT -5
I am enjoying the hell out of how the gift sounds, Riku. 8U <>
Also, assuming the tokens guess rule is still in effect, that's 4 to Garci I suppose. Wallace really doesn't need many.
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Post by Victor Von Doomstein on Dec 25, 2011 22:32:33 GMT -5
Let's see if I can make it 1 for 3. It is Kit, isn't it?
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Post by Victor Von Doomstein on Dec 25, 2011 16:25:20 GMT -5
Uh.. hm. Leaf? She's also grass-themed.
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Post by Victor Von Doomstein on Dec 25, 2011 15:35:45 GMT -5
Alright, let's try this again. Hm.. so, we've got a Bulbasaur plush doll, and one of the eggs being grass types, the other ghost types. Therefore.. something about grass... grass Pokemon.. uh.. Flora.
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Post by Victor Von Doomstein on Dec 25, 2011 11:16:13 GMT -5
Uuuh.. I don't think anyone's guessed it yet, so, Elayne? If it is, I'd really like to thank her for the gesture. For that matter, even if I'm wrong, anyone who did it.
For egg distribution, I really can't imagine anyone holding that responsibility except for Garci. 8U I don't see how Wallace could ever be trusted with other Pokemon, let alone eggs.
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Post by Victor Von Doomstein on Dec 18, 2011 17:14:42 GMT -5
Oceanus, deterred and slightly damaged by the Powder Snow, started to drift over to the side. He wasn't quite appreciating what's going on here. As he drifted from his destination, he started to tumble and spiral downwards into the water. The effect was much more than the seemingly slight Powder Snow was - the ball whale fell far off course from the target Garci. However, the whale's impact still left quite the splashdown.
Garci, though thankfully picked up by the Milotic, was again blasted right off of her, caught off-guard by the sheer mass of water crashing down on him. His shock forced him into the water, as he remained submerged for tens more seconds than he would have liked. Drifting to the surface, he heaved in what breath he could, gasping and panicking. Just as he gathered himself, a beam of light came crashing near him. Rina may have done some good by using Powder Snow, but it ended up causing quite the problem.
Thankfully, as opposed to a direct hit, the Solar Beam refracted upon impact into the water, and it instead stung him right in the arm. The water's diluting of the beam's impact as well as Lexus's own clumsiness with energy-based attacks only hurt him somewhat. However, the effect was still significant for him to stagger backwards into the water and stay stalled. Re-emerging once more, he gasped out even more water and looked at Lexus with an understandable anger. She looked down in shame, realizing she accidentally hit the trainer she was intended to protect.
Garci felt that horrible singing sensation on his arm, but the adrenaline pumped into him purely by the spur of the moment kept him going. He felt nothing but that pain - and one could see, if they were close enough, that the solar beam left a definite mark on his right arm, a burn, but not quite. Gritting his teeth and letting out occasional moans of pain, he kept stroking forward to the shore. He had to, or else he'd be in quite a lot more pain than a slightly burned arm.
Oceanus continued to not like these developments. He was getting closer and closer to the beach, and pretty soon, he'd be cooped up in that little ball that he doesn't even think possible to carry him in. Deciding to go for an even more aggressive action, the whale summoned forth a great wave of water, crashing forward to hit Garci. It was a Surf, of course, as the whale kept that massive grin on his face while he surfed on the wave toward him.
Garci continued to swim forward, with even more vigor as he saw the wave coming straight toward him. He could last a Solar Beam, sure, but the fear of drowning engulfed him. In a stroke of luck (or perhaps exacerbating manenrs,) Garci was hurled forward by the wave pushing behind him, as he felt the stinging impact of water moving at such a velocity. The sand was an adequate enough cushion, and hell, he was even lucky enough not to fall onto any glass or shells or anything.
He rolled along the sands, still pushed by the water. Lying on his back, he felt the wet, caked sand over his body, as he still felt like every part of his body was stinging in pain. Yelping, he arched his back forward and remained flat on the ground thereafter, breathing heavily. Lexus screamed, "Garci!", and immediately started forward to her trainer. The Wailmer was approaching the boy slowly, with an even more menacing grin than just that moment ago. Don't even ask how these creatures have grins that appear menacing. This one's just the exception.
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Post by Victor Von Doomstein on Dec 12, 2011 20:22:45 GMT -5
Garci mulled things over for a moment, rubbing his chin. "I suppose that a short visit to the open hair could not hurt at all. If you'll excuse me, I will leave Lexus here to provide you company." He gave Layton a short tip of the hat and exited the building. Outside, he took in the fresh air and let out a sigh. His headache was leaving him, at least. If nothing else, he finally felt totally cleared up. He just happened to forget to return Bellator, but what was the worry? Lexus was more than enough to keep him under control. He hopes.
Looking at Luke leave just as soon as he arrived, the Larvesta let out a prompt sigh. Was he so afraid of confronting the Beldum that he would excuse himself at any chance? She assumed that, if there was anyone to keep Bellator from picking fights or the Beldum from influencing anymore people, it would have to be her. Of course, having to fight Bellator would only show her that she was willing to fight as well, and it'd be such a terrible thing to do at a conference of all things. She showed some scant signs of delight as Layton mercifully withdrew the manipulative mineral Pokemon.
Shaking this off quickly, she looked up at Layton and blinked. She felt it would be far, far too tactless to bring up the Beldum so suddenly, and felt it would be a problem better settled by the trainer as opposed to a Pokemon who just happens to be able to speak English. "As I said before, it is a pleasure, Professor Layton," she began. "If you are aware of the subject, I have been curious about the history of my species. Do you know anything of Unovan archaeology, perhaps pertaining to the ruins within the desert?" She spoke with a remarkable amount of clarity and proper enunciation for a, well, bug.
Bellator simply stood in authority now that his only piece of conversation was gone. Not that he particularly enjoyed conversation, anyway. He looked to other Pokemon in the area, imagining how fights against them would go. Needless to say, in all of these simulated battles, Bellator's poor imagination always ended up granting him victory. Giving a snarl to a passing Kabuto who happened to be being shown off by some other trainer, Bellator felt secure with his abilities of intimidation. The Kabuto in question scurried away and clung onto the aforementioned trainer's leg, who was confused as to why he suddenly felt a clattering, and slightly sharp series of pokes to his ankle.
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Post by Victor Von Doomstein on Dec 12, 2011 19:52:32 GMT -5
He looked at her confusedly as a response to her quick confusion. "Er.. yes, there were a few lights and signs we passed indicating to the inn. It shouldn't be too far from where we are." He gestured to Thanos, who went to his side and faced the hotel. "Anyway, yes. I've got quite a large amount of money still on me," With an almost bitter respite, he continued. "Even if it is a former family, don't forget that you're still traveling with the son of a Hoenn crime family." Whether the smile was a facade, some sort of way to remind her of their past conversation, or to offer it as a sort of joke.
Shaking off the short, somber moment he had, he started excitedly toward the inn. "Come on, Soleh. I've been waiting to see an accommodating room for some time now. The bedroll is hardly doing it for me anymore," he jested. It was true, though - camping was something he was hardly at all accustomed to. Before this point, he always managed to reach some sort of town or village and buy some room, anything to keep himself away from using that dreaded, cumbersome bedroll he inexplicably managed to pack into his suitcase. Now that they were traveling so much longer distances, the boy was hardly hardy enough to keep up precisely at Soleh's pace.
On his way, he zipped open a pocket in the bag and yanked out his wallet. It had that same, hauntingly nostalgic Sableye gem on it. Clutching it in his hand, he opened it up to see what money he had on his person. He was, well, visibly distraught by what he saw, to say the least. "I.." His expression took on a somewhat droopier one. Thanos stopped in his tracks, curious as to what Garci might be so offended by.
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Post by Victor Von Doomstein on Dec 12, 2011 18:09:45 GMT -5
Garci, immediately hurled into the passion of the moment, realized that the Milotic would probably be in danger if he wasn't to do anything. While not being in -control- of him, he did own Oceanus, and he had to try something. "Right," he replied reluctantly, standing up carefully on the wriggling Milotic, nearly losing his balance, before making a dive down into the waters. Gotta get to my towel..!
[/b] Garci would keep trying to promote himself by restating his mission in his mind, stroking forward as fast as his arms could take him. Lexus watched on in fright - she knew Oceanus was hungry now, and she especially knew that someone being his trainer wasn't liable to stop him. "Garci, what are you doing?!" She yelled across the sands at her. Some of the people who witnessed the whole turn of events were understandably bewildered by the fact that a fuzzy white earwig was yelling at the boy hastily swimming to shore. He managed to choke back some of the water and yell over at her. "Gotta.. Gotta get to my towel, gotta get him back in!" Oceanus, of course, heard these plans, and wasn't quite satisfied with what he was hearing. Still latched onto the Milotic's tail, he was pushed away by the Protect move and started to roll toward his trainer. "Lexus.. you.. you gotta get the Ball over here!" The sun faded away. Well, to Garci, at least. He wasn't aware of what was going on, until he looked up at the sky for a mere moment. "Oh.. oh Jesus.." Not even Arceus was enough to save him from the fear brimming in him. The whale had already Bounced high into the air, absorbing as much water as he could beforehand. The creature must have been able to plunge pretty deep in order to rise up such a height. Loaded with his own survival on his mind, Garci continued to swim forward, panicked. Unable to take in enough air to focus on screaming, he gasped exasperatedly, making whatever desperate motions he could to get to shore, or at least avoid falling right into the impact center of the massive creature. What the hell is going on? I can't let this happen, something's got to give! Lexus looked on in horror. She was much less than satisfied, but realized that there was something she could do. Running out of the shadow of Garci's umbrella, she bristled her fur, which started to shimmer with energy from the sun. Narrowing her eyes, she tried her best to focus her energies on capturing whatever sunlight she could, and to try and stop the crazed Wailmer from crushing their trainer.[/left][/blockquote]
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Post by Victor Von Doomstein on Dec 11, 2011 19:40:32 GMT -5
Garci: -rubs his chin for a moment, reading over a list of Gwendoline's personal qualities, traits, characteristics, etc. Hey, he's the son of a former Hoenn crime family. He's probably got some connections somewhere in Era.- Hm.. right, then. -snaps his fingers.- I guess this will have to do, in lieu of a severe lack of creativity. -Some workmen come in with shelves on wheels - these shelves, when put together in a simple fashion, turn around to reveal a wine cellar's worth of greatly aged bottles stocked onto them.- I hope you will be pleased. It is the least I can do.
Wallace: -approaches Ariela shakily and reluctantly. He was being pushed along by three Unown, who seem to be cheering him on.- No no no.. don't mind me, they just tell me.. They just tell me about mirth.. they force it into my arms and and they take me to them. -His backpack just falls off his shoulders. He shuffles through it awkwardly, before managing to yank out a moldy-looking sack, clumsily knotted together. It doesn't look very presentable..-
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Post by Victor Von Doomstein on Dec 10, 2011 14:02:36 GMT -5
Garci sneered down at his archrival, hands on his hips. "It has, hasn't it?" He figured that, while he was there, he could probably milk this as much as he could. "What in the world could possibly have compelled you to come to the desert? Furthermore, how could you possibly have fumbled all the way into a dune? I thought you of all people would be aware of the deserts' dangers." Making a rather smug shrug with his hands out at his sides, he shook his head and flashed a thin grin.
Lexus poked Garci firmly in the back. His only reaction is to turn around and prepare to open his mouth to reprimand her, until.. "Garci, you know it's rude to act that way to friends." Lexus interrupted him with a gentle motion, and he grumbled. "Anyway.." The Volcarona descended to the bottom slowly, and looked Cricket in the eyes. "It really has been some time though, I will have to agree." Nodding, she offered her feelers to the woman. "Here, take one of my legs. I'll bring you up." Who was to deny a fuzzy, giant, fiery earwig like this?
"If you must know, these Wailords are a new breed. I call them Duglord - a breed that has combined the formidable size and sea mastery of a Wailord and the multiplicity and the ground navigation of Dugtrio. I suppose they cannot be perfect, however - this Duglord in particular has quite a few self-esteem issues." The Duglord in question remained mostly silent, if not releasing a few sobs here and there. By a few 'sobs,' of course, the sobs sound more like loud, echoed moans. "Poor girl is depressed," Lexus affirms.
"Yes, well.. If Lexus hadn't already offered you a ride up, I would have. Now, if you would like to know, these magnificent Pokemon provide an excellent means of transport. I suppose you might want to try one for yourself." He gestured to the massive leviathan(s), letting out a sharp whistle. Adjusting the lapels of his dress shirt, he watched as the whales moved carefully. To farther away Nero's perspective, they would see the three brown, massive shapes bending downward.
"Come on, then. We do not have all day, and there is so much desert to cover." He made quite the precarious climb as he went atop Kalypso's middle head, using her nose as a small support. "You may want to hold onto your things. Whalesurfing can be dangerous," he paused for a moment, before going on to explain, "Quite a few undulations. I cannot say I am fully capable of tolerating it myself." Lexus followed slowly, moving to Garci's side.
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Post by Victor Von Doomstein on Dec 9, 2011 23:35:47 GMT -5
American Pie
I've never watched it. Sorta want to.
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Post by Victor Von Doomstein on Dec 9, 2011 15:59:57 GMT -5
The instability of the sands continued on as the trio of whales proceeded. Today, Garci donned a pair of fancy-looking Go-Goggles imported straight from Hoenn, the sand's grating persistence no longer having any effect on him. Plus, its dull blue band and gray rims complimented his vest so well. He adjusted his goggles slightly, as he looked to the sands. "Does the desert normally shift like that?" "I am certain that it's just us, Garci. Kalypso can make quite a splash in the sands. Luckily, I don't think anyone else is around, so I'm sure it's safe." "It is the middle of the desert.." Garci mused. Of course, this belief quickly faded when he saw a lone figure carrying on through the sands. "Wait, I think I see someone! What are they doing out in the quicksand?"
Surely enough, the figure fell deep into the sand. "Oh Arceus, they fell," Lexus worriedly alerted to the rest. "I guess I could.. how do I even steer her?" <Kalypso, can you get to that hole over there?> It was tiny enough on its own from the tops of whales, but they were just barely able to make it out. <I-I don't know, I-I'm just not good at steering at all.> The timid giants replied, as they made a feeble effort to steer themselves toward the small hole. Slowly they made their way to the pit.
Suddenly (through Cricket's perspective at least), the heads of three massive whales loomed over the hole and engulfed the sun! "Alright, alright, let's hurry down. We can't spend too long here." Garci slid carefully off of the middle Duglord's body, almost slipping up and falling right down into the ground. Luckily, he managed to grab a fin, fearfully holding on for dear life. His Volcarona floated down carefully and held Garci in her stubby 'arms.' "I have you, dear." She announced proudly, as she fluttered near the hole slowly.
Dropping Garci gently, Lexus was both shocked and amused by what she saw. "Oh, Garci. I think an old friend of yours seems to have found herself trapped." Garci got up to his feet excitedly, running toward the hole. "Who, S-" Hands on the edge of the hole, his eyes widened by what he saw. 'Oh, great. Her again.' He stared down at his probably one-sided rival, and waved to her slowly and reluctantly. "Er.. hello, again, Cricket. Fancy meeting you here."
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Post by Victor Von Doomstein on Dec 7, 2011 22:54:03 GMT -5
Upon hearing what Carly had to say, he was mildly entertained at first, but immediately after, taken aback. Of course he's got no conception of how old she might be - it all sort of exacerbates things. He is at a loss for words at first, but manages to stammer out whatever he was able to. "I-I'm sorry to hear that. My condolences." Feeling that it'd be terribly rude to deny her, he climbed onto the Milotic and looked around. He felt safe from Oceanus, who was- suddenly missing! Looking around frantically, he realized that the Wailmer may have, frighteningly enough, went into the water. Hoping that the people of the waters could discern whether or not the whale was a threat, he tried not to let it get to his head.
His apprehensions, of course, came true. As Garci was rollicking and staying close to the pleasant ride that is Minny, he heard screams and squeals. They didn't travel very far, but they started to grow in quantity. Boys and girls alike had been started to run to shore, gashes and bitemarks on their legs. Oceanus was having the time of his life, and Garci felt like there would be no other possibility than him. An observant lifeguard looked to the shore and saw the wounded approaching the shore, and, quick to tweet on his whistle, hopped off his stand and called for everyone to return to shore.
Garci bit his thumb anxiously. He looked to Carly and her Pokemon, and tried to gesture to them with his eyes - he directed his pupils to the beach, and then down at the water. "Oceanus is missing.. and the lifeguard's calling us to the beach. There's no other way." The whale in particular was still enjoying himself - he managed to sate himself very slightly with some underwater fauna. An occasional bit of human leg (bits, not chunks, hopefully) was enjoyable as well. It wasn't enough, though. He was still hungry. So, so hungry. He rolled toward the Milotic's tail very slowly. He wanted more.
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Post by Victor Von Doomstein on Dec 7, 2011 18:15:35 GMT -5
It was a terrible idea, he thought to himself. It was a terrible idea, but I went with it anyway. I.. still don't understand why.
Swoosh phtank. Swoosh, phtank. Swoosh, phtank. Such interesting onomatopoeia could only be expressed in a place such as the Deadman's Dunes. It was a regular day - dead sands, quicksand everywhere, Pokemon wandering about. There was an.. interesting new addition, however.
Swoosh, phtank. Swoosh, phtank. Noise after noise. A dune beetle wanders around the sands, and suddenly finds his regular bug sensibilities startled by a trio of fifty-foot whales jumping and swaying through the heavy layers of quicksand. "I think I'm starting to regret this.." Garci held on tightly to something as he felt firm, incessant undulations, and that nauseating noise. Swoosh, phtank.
He wasn't sure how he managed to put her up to it. At least, more appropriately, them. She was so insistent that he didn't have the ability to do that, and that she didn't even deserve to be exploited. However, Lexus tends to win whenever she persuades people. "It's not like we could get saddles or anything. I mean, she's massive." His voice was a meek little cry in front of the great splashes of grand bodies against the sands.
"But you're having fun, aren't you?" "I guess.." Pan out to the whole of the desert again. If you look around for only a second, something seems so easily recognizable. Say, the trio of brown whales, so close together they almost seem attached, literally swimming through the sand. At this point, Garci managed to make a decent foothold. He was starting to get used to this, and he never even surfed before.
Sandals planted firmly on one of her, Garci held his suitcase clumsily. It was hard to stay stable when they were moving so quickly. Lexus managed to just hang on by placing her hands over one of her blowholes. She said she didn't mind, so why not enjoy the ride with him? Besides, the boy looked pretty pent up. After having mourned at the tower, he soon realized that war was going to encroach sometime. Maybe this movement through the desert would be the only safe way from one place to another.
Kalypso dove, wound, and swam through the sands. She didn't like doing it, but what choice did she have? Shamefully, she believed that it would be the only way she could possibly be useful. Poor girl(s?) may never get past her (their?) downtrodden nature. "You're doing fine, dears. Look at you go!" Lexus offered more encouraging words to the Duglord, yet she still seemed pretty disillusioned.
If you hadn't already gotten the impression of what's going on, here it is: Young man and giant mother earwig ride on even bigger whale trio. He surfs, except it's not really surfing. Especially considering they're in the desert, and all. "It was a terrible idea, but I went with it anyway. I guess I'm enjoying myself," Garci stated sheepishly.
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Post by Victor Von Doomstein on Dec 6, 2011 22:46:21 GMT -5
Garci went on ahead into the water, even though Oceanus was his only Water Pokemon. He felt it'd be mighty rude to bring Oceanus along with him into the waters, given how.. well, intent the Wailmer looks. He already had his suspicions cast on the ball whale, and he'd rather not risk the suspicions being confirmed. Besides, he had full confidence in his ability to swim. He was born and raised in Lilycove, after all, where the beaches were beautiful and initially populated with strange blue sailor men wearing bandanas with skulls on them. Oh yeah. Team Aqua.
Garci got a quick running start on the sands - which, in itself, was a pretty rare thing to see. Usually, one would only see Garci running if he had to - say, from imminent danger, to get to someone before they depart, anything like that. However, in this case, he was doing it out of pure excitement. Feeling for the water until it started to get less and less shallow, he made a dive into the ocean and swam at a leisurely place near Carly's Milotic. "A Milotic?" He spat out some of the water in the other direction. "Are you certain you were not born in Hoenn?" He'd like to open his big mouth and tell her that he thought Feebas were ugly and weren't worth the effort into training them into such elegant creatures, but then he realized that tact was, more often than not, a good thing.
Lexus curled up into a big, white-fuzzed ball, bathing in the dense sun. Persephone managed to nestle herself underneath the towel in the shade, where she had felt right at home. Passers-by could see a strange Diglett-shaped bump protruding out of a towel. And, the star of our show, Oceanus, had been slowly progressing into the water still. Milotic or not, this was a whale with an ambition. He was hungry, and he wouldn't wait. He was hungry -now-, and he wasn't about to let some sort of upstart slippery water snake stop him. Managing to sneak into the shore without directing Garci's attention, he carefully slid his body into the water and dove deep into the shore, so as not to get immediately noticed. There were other swimmers around, he noticed. Maybe.. maybe just one nibble couldn't hurt. Yes, a tiny little bite would be enough to satisfy him for a little. A little, tiny bit of the foot of that women over there.
It was all so tantalizing. Suddenly, the Wailmer found himself, unfortunately for most everyone else, in his own element. It was a smorgasbord - a buffet table, strewn out in front of him. Why settle for some small fry girl and his own trainer, when there are so many other fine catches before him?
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Post by Victor Von Doomstein on Dec 6, 2011 18:11:07 GMT -5
1) What gender are you and who are you? I am male, and my name is Garcian Garci Garcia. Any variation of the three is satisfactory.
2) What is your age? Sixteen.
3) Do you want a hug? Preferably from somebody I know.
4) Do you have any bad habits? No, not that I know of. (This is a lie.) I believe I am fine the way that I am. (This is also a lie.)
5) What is your favorite food? Beef Wellington with pâté de foie gras and a helping of curry.
6) What is your favorite ice-cream flavor? Vanilla. I am a man of simple tastes. (This is a lie.)
7) Are you a virgi- Don't be preposterous.
8) Have you killed anyone? Of course not. (This is the truth.)
9) Do you hate anyone? That heinous Cricket. Did you know that she managed to dump all of my precious suitcases off a dock, and showed little apology?
10) Do you have any secrets? Of course. Who doesn't?
11) What is your favorite season? Summer. What sort of question is that to ask?
12) Who is your best friend(s)? ... Soleh, uh.. .. I suppose I haven't quite gotten closer with anyone else. (This is a lie. The crickets chirp at night.)
13) What are your hobbies? I used to collect precious stones, but I realized that I could never hope to trump the Stone family.
14) What is your favorite drink? Virgin Shirley Temple, on the rocks. (.. what.)
15) When is your birthday? The twenty-fourth of June, nineteen ninety-five.
16) What age did you die? I believe that we are going far too ahead of ourselves.
17) Are you nice or mean? Need you really ask that question? Nice. (This is subjective.)
18) Are you social or shy? Social, of course. Are you not aware of my background?
19) What do you think of your parents? Gregor and Mother coddle me far, far too much. (They don't anymore. This was the truth, but is now a lie.)
20) What's your weakness? I am not very fond of caves.
21) How long can you stay under water? Why ask such petty trivia? I don't know.
22) What do you do on a regular day basis? Prior to my, er-herm, 'adventures' in Era, I of course attended boarding school.
23) Do you love someone? No. (This is a lie. Don't tell anyone, especially him!)
24) When was the last time you wet yourself? There was an occasion when I was te- Er-herm, as a baby.
25) What's your favorite band? My parents raised me on Ludwig von Beethoven and Johann Sebastian Bach. (He didn't mention the part about Pearl Jam.)
26) Ever worn a dress? Look to question 7 and you will find your answer.
27) Willingly? Look to question 26 and you will find your answer.
28) What do you consider fun in the day-time? Speaking with associates and acquaintances, of course. Social bodies need to be social.
29) At night? Social activity.
30) Ever kissed anyone? Eventually.
31) ...Of the same gender? Less likely to happen willingly.
32) It's clear you're gay. I refuse to dignify your crassness with a response.
33) What's your favorite thing to touch? Felt is a beautiful material. I am certain an individual such as yourself must have felt it at a billiards table somewhere, yet this does not compare to the material in its fullest form. You see, I have always wished to try on a felt outfit, perhaps... -He goes on a monologue that is in fact a hidden message that he is much richer than you are.-
34) Anyone loves you? I can only hope the sun shines favorably on me.
35) What's your favorite color? There is a certain refinement to a dulled shade of cerulean.
36) When was the last time you cried? I would rather not disclose this. It was.. a shameful display.
37) Do you have a pet? I assume you mean my vast array of Pokemon. If that is the case, I do. I have several.
39) Are you crazy? Given your line of question, I feel certain I should be asking the same thing.
40) What are you? A gentleman and a scholar, of course. (This, like a previous question, is also subjective.)
41) What´s your nickname? The women may call me Garci.
42) Do you consider yourself a happy or a down person? Pessimism is the only thing that can prepare you properly. I have learned this.
43) If you were a superhero, you'd be...? Batman, sans the death of my parents. Therefore, not Batman, but instead, very, very rich. Ah, wait, I suppose I am already a superhero, then.
44) Favorite movie? Spaghetti westerns are my forte. I don't suppose you've heard of the Dollars trilogy?
45) What is your current occupation? A gentleman, and a scholar.
46) Who do you know that bugs you? Please stop mentioning bugs and crick- bugs.
47) What's your favorite song? Ode to Joy, Beethoven's ninth symphony.
48) Do you consider yourself a warrior? I would rather not waste my effort to fight. What is the point?
49) Have you 'done it' in the past month? Refer to every last question I commanded you to refer to. Particularly, 7.
50) Ever think about getting married? If all goes well.
51) Have you ever had a sleepover with someone of the opposite sex? To ask you to refer to a question would be redundant. Therefore.. Don't be preposterous.
52) When was the first time you did it'? You are very persistent in having me recall the same answers to the same questions.
53) Do you have any piercings anywhere? I would never wear such an ugly accessory.
54) Favorite hang-out spot? I once spent much of my time in Sootopolis City. It is a beautiful sight that this dry nation will never see.
55) Where do you like to eat? Only at places that deserve to be eaten in. (Mansions, banquets, posh stuff, etc.)
56) Do you like video games? If so, which ones? I suppose I have always had a penchant for Pokemon. Do not tell anyone, though.
57) Favorite article of clothing: My vest. Of course, what else provides a more fitting centerpiece? Look at these neatly-designed diamonds. I'll have you know I had this custom designed.
58) Final question. Who do you tag? An acquaintance of mine. His name is Professor Layton. (Flora's Layton)
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Post by Victor Von Doomstein on Dec 4, 2011 19:21:48 GMT -5
Garcian, still feeling somewhat broken, immediately got up upon hearing the wounded cries of the Pidgey. To be honest, he didn't have much a penchant for the things. They were loud, obnoxious, got feathers all over the place. Most Pokemon, had he been in a situation within the Clock Tower prior to this, he would have simply ignored and continued on. It was the sort of mentality he adopted when he entered the region, and it was the sort of mentality he maintained even as he returned after Thanksgiving. However, times were different. Everything was different, to him.
To see some life at all in this tower, to all of them, was a miracle. Garci was convinced that whatever Pokemon surviving fled after the blast. Though hoping for survivors, even faithful Lexus had her doubts. Bellator, of course, didn't seem to care either way. This wasn't any time to start counting fatalities, though. In most normal circumstances, Garci would have found relief a waste of effort, but he gradually found himself enamored with the sprawling life of the region. Hurrying to the rubble, the party moved close to the Pidgey. "Someone needs to get it out of there!"
Hurriedly, Garci pulled away at the rubble. Lexus released gentle flames to melt some of it to facilitate the Pidgey's escape, while Linn, Lightburst, Tomas, and Thanos watched on. <Is.. is he alright?> Linn meekly asked. <I wish I knew.> Lightburst retorted weakly.
The moment after they cleared away the rocks, Garci hurriedly reached into his suitcase and removed a Super Potion, carefully spraying at the wounded bird. Lexus looked to the Pidgey and decided to ask. <Are you okay? How did this happen - did you see?> While concerned about the little bird's well-being, she was filled with questions about the whole atrocity.
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Post by Victor Von Doomstein on Dec 4, 2011 10:13:55 GMT -5
Sounds fine to me.
Garci's in of course. Wallace, well.. Wallace is feeling that particular yuletide joy, so sure, he's in it too.
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