Light_Azumarill
Danny Phantom!
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- Wherever my brain is.
- Seen Oct 16, 2007
OOC: Hmm? Where's Alana at?
Tiff
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After getting the rain shaken off of them, Tiff, Socrates, Flower and Happy all sat down on a small bench inside the building they had stopped in. When many more people came in though, Flower had hopped off of the bench to get a look at them all. There were many strong trainers around, and Flower commented on them all.
{So many... they kinda scare me...,} the Vulpix said nervously, {They probably have powerful pokemon!}
After jumping down from the bench, Happy scoffed at the Vulpix's fear, and his slick yet feathery, yellow arms folded. {You're such a whimp. Besides, there's no fighting inside. You're safe for now.}
{I am NOT a whimp Happy!!} Flower shouted, a small whisp of fire escaping her mouth.
Socrates stepped between the two pokemon, {Enough!} he growled angrily, {There is no reason to argue with such a young Vulpix, Happy. You should know better than that. And Flower, you need to control your temper.}
Tiff stepped up too, though she hadn't noticed the arguing. "Hey guys! Isn't this cool! I'm so excited; we haven't ever been invited to anything like this before...!" she said, smiling happily.
That's when a boy approached the small group and asked Tiff what was going on. She tilted her head for a moment, and then answered with a smile.
"Oh, we're here for the party! You know, the one with the pokemon master guy? Yeah, we're psyched! I wonder when the ferry will show up?" she replied, bouncing slightly with the excitement, "My name's Tiffany by the way. Tiff for short please. Tiffany makes me sound like a flower or something! Oh, and these are my three pokemon and best friends: Flower the Vulpix, Happy the Psyduck, and Socrates the Charmeleon. Though... I'm still not used to Socrates being a Charmeleon. To me he'll always be my little Charmander...."
Socrates blushed a bit. Happy rolled his eyes at the embarrassment. While Flower faced a large window showing the harsh storm that was developing. She didn't like the feel of things... and she was starting to suspect that her fear was not of the many trainers, but of something else....
Tiff
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After getting the rain shaken off of them, Tiff, Socrates, Flower and Happy all sat down on a small bench inside the building they had stopped in. When many more people came in though, Flower had hopped off of the bench to get a look at them all. There were many strong trainers around, and Flower commented on them all.
{So many... they kinda scare me...,} the Vulpix said nervously, {They probably have powerful pokemon!}
After jumping down from the bench, Happy scoffed at the Vulpix's fear, and his slick yet feathery, yellow arms folded. {You're such a whimp. Besides, there's no fighting inside. You're safe for now.}
{I am NOT a whimp Happy!!} Flower shouted, a small whisp of fire escaping her mouth.
Socrates stepped between the two pokemon, {Enough!} he growled angrily, {There is no reason to argue with such a young Vulpix, Happy. You should know better than that. And Flower, you need to control your temper.}
Tiff stepped up too, though she hadn't noticed the arguing. "Hey guys! Isn't this cool! I'm so excited; we haven't ever been invited to anything like this before...!" she said, smiling happily.
That's when a boy approached the small group and asked Tiff what was going on. She tilted her head for a moment, and then answered with a smile.
"Oh, we're here for the party! You know, the one with the pokemon master guy? Yeah, we're psyched! I wonder when the ferry will show up?" she replied, bouncing slightly with the excitement, "My name's Tiffany by the way. Tiff for short please. Tiffany makes me sound like a flower or something! Oh, and these are my three pokemon and best friends: Flower the Vulpix, Happy the Psyduck, and Socrates the Charmeleon. Though... I'm still not used to Socrates being a Charmeleon. To me he'll always be my little Charmander...."
Socrates blushed a bit. Happy rolled his eyes at the embarrassment. While Flower faced a large window showing the harsh storm that was developing. She didn't like the feel of things... and she was starting to suspect that her fear was not of the many trainers, but of something else....