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@Yibber: Omigosh hello! Ernis! XD I can tell you put your heart in that, girl, so you shall be Accepted~ as well! No really, that was a good sign-up.
@Alter: Don't worry, I don't think you're going overboard just yet. XD @Kakashi Hatake: Erm, I guess you could do that, but my statement about good sign-ups from earlier still stands. XD Well, my Mom decided to call in sick (and leave me home with her XD), so I should start this now. I'm not supposed to be on the computer, though, so we'll see how that goes. |
Okay i updated, tell me whatcha think.
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@Kakashi: Aw, ya could've been a lot more descriptive than that, right? Descriptive = Good. Length + Descriptive = Awesome. I don't see much of that in your current sign-up, though, dude. Plus, you kind of left some 'Richie's in there from your earlier sign-up. I know you have more effort than that in you, man. But I say: Declined~
If anybody wants to know, the first post is on its way. o.o |
Erm the only Richie parts i left was the Pokemon, cuz you said i could...
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@Kakashi: Yeah, I replied to that PM to address that..
Anyways, I do believe it is time to start.. IC: There were only a few stray clouds in the sky, none of them restraining sunlight to stream down and reflect off of the ocean's waters. This sunlight succeeded in creating dazzling sparkles like the ones you would see off the coast of Olivine City. However, there was no coast in sight at the moment, just miles of open sea stretching as far as the eye could see, a whole ocean of sparkling light that wasn't very good for staring at. In the middle of all this water was an ocean liner of sorts, although compared to most ocean liners it wasn't very luxurious, and resembled more of an over-sized ferry than a high-class ocean liner. Indeed, the huge boat wasn't really furnished that much except for the dining hall below deck, and even that housed no more than ordinary wooden tables and chairs. The few sitting rooms had chairs, too, obviously, but it didn't really matter anyways. It was as if you were supposed to stand the whole way across the ocean! This ocean liner was heading for port in Meridian Town, and was currently transporting a lot more passengers than usual, for some weird guy who thought he was a professor had paid the captain and crew a fortune to sail to an assortment of regions and pick up these designated passengers. It was plowing through the ocean at full speed now, intent on reaching its destination before noontime. One of the passengers stood on the deck now, a scowl across his face. It was a little boy, his spiky red hair being held down by a deep scarlet bandana for the most part, although bangs still trailed down the sides of his face. It was hard to believe that through this warm weather, he was wearing a yellow sweater and pants, but it wasn't like he was complaining. Next to this boy was an Espeon, standing alert, flicking his gaze across the deck as if scouting for threats of some kind. However, this certain Espeon.. was wearing dark sunglasses. It was weird, but.. "How long is this going to take?" The boy hissed to no one in particular, staring out at sea, although taking care to avoid staring at any one spot for too long. {Eh, Skipper, it'd be a lot easier to endure the ride if you actually tried to, erm, socialize with the other passengers.} The Espeon grunted, maintaining a level of seriousness as he adressed his Trainer, although he didn't look up from the deck. "Perfect.." The boy muttered, his scowl deepening. Socializing was the last thing he wanted to do right now.. |
@ Alter: Heh, a large Ariados eh? Well, sounds good to me. Truth be told, if I ever saw an Ariados in real life, I would freak out and probably be skitish for days afterward. XD Speaking of rea life/game crossovers... there's this boy sitting across from me in the computer lab that looks just like Prince Innes from Fire Emblem.... O_O I'm not joking. That's... scary. I'd better stop looking at him or he's going to think I like him or something.
Yay! 'Tis starting! ^-^ I should be doing homework but... meh. BTW, for you information, my Mom's name is Cynthia. Though she goes by Cindy. Cynthia -------------- "Oh Wilbur... do you think this will be difficult?" asked a light and melancholoy voice. It sounded almost like a soft breeze blowing through a willow tree. The girl that the voice belonged to was standing on the deck of a boat, facing out towards the water. She didn't like being on this boat, and constantly felt like the great machine was tipping over even when it wasn't. Her light blue hair flew in and out of her smoky gray eyes as the wind from the boat moving blew it around. She looked down at the thing she was addressing, and noticed that it was not where it should have been. "Ah! Wilbur?!" she said in the same light voice with just a hint of urgency. Suddenly a grunting voice answered her. {Cynthia? I'm right here!} It came from a squatty, purply-gray pokemon that had a little fat pig-like nose on his face. A large, deep blue pearl was atop his head, sparkling in the light. His black marble eyes blinked happily up at his trainer, and he snorted a little when he sniffed the air. He had jumped up from the deck floor to the railing of the edge of the ship without Cynthia noticing. She frowned a little, concern showing through her expression. "Wilbur... I do not think you should be up there. What if you...?" she couldn't finish, figuring that he could figure out the rest of her sentence. {Oh you worry too much Cynthia. Remember why you took this trip?} the pudgy pokemon said, bouncing lightly. "Y-Yes... but isn't worrying about you falling a reasonable fear?" the girl asked, still feeling terrified about her pokemon's choice. The pig chuckled to himself, and then hopped down onto the deck again. He didn't want to alarm her, even if it was fun to look upon the ocean below from the railing. Cynthia sighed, and picked up the Spoink to hold in her arms. She noticed a boy on the other side of the deck comment on how long it would take to reach their destination. She silently agreed. The less time she spent on this water... the more her nerves would be intact. OOC: LUNCH TIME FOR ME! XD *is hungry* |
Okay, i've finally done it now, that should be enough right?
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Eh, Kakashi, I don't know.. Even though you added length and such, I still see a wide array of errors in that RP Sample.. Yes, many punctuation errors.. >.< IC: The red-headed boy continued to scowl, even as his Espeon looked up from the deck to talk to him directly. Those dark sunglasses of his obtained quite a bright highlight from the sun above, while the Espeon began to swish his tail back and forth in the air casually. {Really, Skipper, making conversation would be in your favor..} The Espeon said, shooting a hinting glance at the girl nearby, the one accompanied by a Spoink. He felt that socializing would make time pass a lot quicker.. "Piro! Stop calling me Skipper!" The boy exclaimed, although for some reason he seemed to be bottling up his true amount of irritation. "I don't want to talk to anybody. I'd rather 'socialize' with Akeru." He concluded, nodding firmly. {Fine, then, Skipper-Oliver, go ahead and talk to Akeru, seeing as how you seem to be refusing my guidance.} With that, the Espeon, Piro, turned his gaze back towards the deck, observing the people in the nearby area like a security camera. "Alright, I will." The Trainer, Oliver, replied. He actually regretted saying that.. Talking to Akeru was much worse than talking to any human, he reckoned. Nonetheless, he kept his word and lifted his sweater up just a little, so he could easily unclip one of the four Pokeballs on his belt. With a simple motion of his wrist, he opened the said Pokeball in a moment's time, the usual burst of red light flaring out before it took the shape of its occupant. Within a few more moments, a Houndour had materialized in front of Oliver, but as soon as that had happened, the Houndour spent little time checking his surroundings before beginning to yap his head off. {Wheeeee~! Boat boat boat! You never said the boat would be this big!} Akeru howled, hopping in place and every so often turning to face another direction, while still hopping. Oliver mentally sighed. Why did he do these things..? How had he come into the possession of this Houndour..? |
(*sighs* bloody hell...thats cuz i work in Para, and not small Semi Paras, its technically the same thing as for punctuation i cannot help it if i sucked in English Class...but whatever, thats just meh...all because i have crap grammer.)
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{ooc| LMAO, Plushie, Akeru made me laugh. If my dog could speak...he would be exactly like that.
Hiiiiiii, Melissa's-Mum-whose-name-is-Cynthia! I've never met anyone called Cindy, but when I was little I used to have a Cindy Doll. She had blonde hair, and I used to paint her feet turquoise. Ariados are one of my favourite pokemon, but I've never trained one of played one. Weird.} “We’re nearly there-ere~!” Perched on the railings with her legs dangling, the girl cast a lean shadow on the decks. She sat high above crashing waves, relishing in the sunlight and fresh sea spray. Wingulls screeched and careered overhead, dipping and diving as they rode on the ways. The girl watched them intently, her bright amber eyes fixed on their swift forms. To her, it was a perfect moment; she was lost in the seascape, enjoying more than the view. Amber Western was a pretty sort, with a soft oval face and almond eyes. Ash brown hair framed her face in chaotic ringlets; the wind and the water vapour had already had it's way with it. She was dressed for the weather, despite the arduous task that lay ahead of her. Faced with exploring an uncharted region, Amber didn't think to wear anything more hard wearing than bamboo flipflops and cut off jeans. Everything about her - from the way she squatted on the raillings dauntlessly, and that expectant grin on her face - told of an adventurous, highly sprung girl. Beneath her tank top, a white and neon pink bikini was just about visible, soaking through already. The damp material clung to her awkwardly - as if this girl really didn't belong in something as restraining as a t-shirt. {Amber~!} The girl glanced down, to see a Vaporeon perched by her feet. The water type's tail was still wagging, though slightly slower now. Her bright brown eyes were still full of excitement. Amber smiled warmly at the sight of her old pokemon; Festival never seemed to change, bless her heart. Her fur might now be blue and her tail might be ridged, but she was still the light-hearted little eevee Amber had found a few years before. "I'm... Hungry." Amber announced, and jumped back onto the deck without hesitation. One mistake and she would have tumbled into the sea, but Amber didn't seem to notice. Either that or she didn't care. Amber brushed the dirt from her hands and smiled. "Let's find some food." {Yes'm!} Festival chirruped, and trotted obediently after her trainer, who was already striding away. |
Cynthia ---------------- She had decided to look away from the edge of the boat. It was only serving to make her stomach churn. This wasn't the sort of churning that happens to people who get sea-sick either, more like the kind that people get when they feel like they need to scream or run away. Cynthia hated being afraid of everything.... {Let's talk to someone Cynthia, maybe you'll meet a nice person here!} Wilbur suggested, bouncing happily. Wilbur almost never stopped bouncing; his tail even moved when he was being held. When Cynthia first got Wilbur, her family was under the popular notion that if Spoink stopped bouncing, their hearts would stop as well. Cynthia could remember when one day, to her horror, she saw Wilbur squatting on his tail without bouncing at all. She had screamed and began crying, but Wilbur hopped over to her unharmed. It seemed that the popular notion was not true. Cynthia later found out that Spoink do indeed need to keep bouncing to pump their heart, but this is only when they are hard at work, or battling. When they are at rest, there was no need to pump a good deal of blood, and their hearts worked on their own without the added help of bouncing. "I- I don't know... they all look rather busy with their own selves," she said, her gray eyes not really looking at any of them. Wilbur knew that Cynthia would rather walk naked down a public street than initiate a conversation with someone she didn't know. It was always worth a shot to ask her though. {Eh, just asking,} he said, his stubby arms shrugging, {I'm sure at least one of them will interact with you sometime.} "Maybe," she responded lightly, her voice only a little louder than a whisper. Was that a Houndour over there? Cynthia didn't like hyper dogs... they scared her when they got too excited. She budged up a little, trying to make herself look less noticable. |
<'SHUUUUUUUUPPPPPPEEEEEEEETTTTT!!!'> Treble wailed. The sound was like nails dragging themselves down a chalkboard, and nobody in the cabin appreciated it much.
<'Pipe down you overgrown peice of cloth!'> Zell grunted from his once relaxing posture on the bed before he was nearly thrown off the bed in surprise. <Wow new record! Let's see, 5 second wail this time for a simple 'boo'...> Nightmare said taking out a pad of paper and pen from inside of him and scribbling nonsense onto the pad. "Those aren't words Nightmare, those are scribbles." Mayal said looking at the pad as Slash comforted Treble. <They are highly refined and advanced SCRIBBLES thank you very much. Doesn't look like much to the HUMAN eye, because we pokemon are much more modernized.> Nightmare said in a very fake accent. <'Yeah, which it why you still wipe with a leaf.'> Zell said rolling his eyes and settling back into the bed sheets. <Like he wipes at all.> Slash said rolling his eyes. <B-but, I-I thought H-haunter's d-didn't go to t-the b-bathroom...> Treble stuttered through sniffles and short gasps. Nightmare glared at the two other pokemon before determinedly folding his arms and floating to the corner of the room, refusing to say anything until they apologized. He would definetly be mute for the rest of his life. <Do I smell incompetent skills around here? I think I do.> Zell said sarcastically as he hopped off the bed and let himself out. <We'll get some fresh air too.> Slash said leading Treble out of the room, after Zell. <AH!> Zell said purposely as loudly as he could as he technically shouted into the cabin <THE AIR IS MUCH NICER OUT HERE DON'T YOU AGREE SLASH?> <Indeed!> Slash called back as he led a sniffling Treble out of the hallways. <It doesn't smell any different to m-me...> "Well, might as well be hanging out here for a little while longer Nightmare they don't seem to have the thought of apologizing on their minds" Mayal said grinning at her pokemon, which had his jaw dropped to the floor. Literally. <B-but that's not fair! Go teach them a lesson please?! Give em' the old hour long lecture about teasing! The one you give me! The old one-two!> Nightmare said fake tears welling up in his wide red eyes. "You got what was comin' for you Nightmare, what can I do?" Mayal asked chuckling at the disgruntled expression on his face "Besides, once we get to our destination, we'll drop the subject okay?" <So what about till we get there?> Nightmare asked curiously, a surprised expression now sliding onto his face. He always seemed to have knack for acting. Except that it was always extremely fake acting, but he certainly was good at changing expressions every other second. "Till then, we'd better find some leaves shouldn't we?" Mayal laughed running out the cabin leaving a surprised Nightmare in the bedroom. <I thought trainers were supposed to be on no side!> Nightmare wailed spinning around in confusion <Might as well gag me and throw me overboard...LIFE IS OVER! I might as well kill myself! ...Not that it would do much anyway...> Nightmare contemplated, acting ever more <I really should've considered that job offer.> |
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Nyuk nyuk nyuk, here's a picture of Oliver so you can all see the whacked-out hairstyle. :3 His sweater is supposed to be longer than that, though. .__. IC: {Go ahead, Skipper-Oliver. Socialize. It's better than talking to other passengers, right?} Piro said mockingly, looking up at Oliver, although there was still little emotion revealed in his expression. The only possible way to tell that he was being sarcastic would be to listen to the sound of his voice. Oliver gulped. As soon as he initiated a conversation with Akeru, the Houndour would probably babble a quick response and jump on him or something.. "Yeah, Akeru, uh, you enjoying the boat rid-" Oliver was cut off before he could finish the sentence, Akeru interrupting as soon as he felt like it, again barking his head off. {The boat is fun! Of course me is enjoying! But I can't find twigs! Piro, are there twigs around here!?} Akeru yapped, first barking up at Oliver, then turning to the Espeon at ground level. Piro opened his mouth to say something, but Akeru didn't stick around to listen, instead deciding to wander off towards the middle of the deck, surveying the area for some reason. Oliver didn't bother following, although his scowl deepened. If Akeru got in trouble, he'd totally eat it.. God. He pondered whether or not he should return the Houndour to his Pokeball. Well, he had just come out.. |
(OOC: Are we all on the same boat?? Or do we all go on different boats? If we are on different boats, please tell me, I sort of forgot......-.-......)
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Yeah, we should be on the same ship.^^ Anyways, edited some parts of my sign-up sheet. And, cute drawing of Oliver there, Plushie!^^ Ic- "Ernis Reanald! Just think of how good that name would look up on a banner, or on the TV. With huge, shiny letters, each golden-colored.."the boy leaned back on the deck chair he was sitting up, trying to picture his name up in lights. He wasn't going to be like the other young people there, sitting near the railing and looking out yonder. It was just the sea afterall, only a big patch of blue. Why get excited over it when one could converse with him anyway? {Ernieness is so correct! I wonder how flashy my name would look on paper!}the Sudowoodo sitting on the deck beside her trainer grinned. Buu had always agreed with her trainer, whether she knew what he was talking about or not. She then let out an impatient sigh, starting to count the amount of fluffy clouds which had gathered in the sky. {Oh yes! I would be great to see your name on lights and get money and be famous with screaming fangirls.}Chue remarked, he was sitting on Buu's lap, takinga deep breath before continuing. {And suddenly go bankrupt as someone sues you for being unfair to the rights of the public and have to go and stoop down back to a lowly level and get publicly humiliated by your peers and fans everywhere and losing face!}the Feebas finished, giving a firm nod before looking up to see what was so interesting about the clouds to the Sudowoodo he was sitting on. "Once again, thank you for the commenting, Chue."Ernis rolled his eyes before getting off the deck chair for a stretch. Arms rasied above his head, the boy then started strolling after putting his hands down, rather interested by the batch of people who were going to the new region. He didn't have any worry about Buu or Chue, they were bound to be following him. "What do we have here? Boys and girls....Pretty girls infact."he grinned inwardly while continuing his walk, noting a nice-looking girl with blue hair, too bad she looked a tad scrawny for his taste. A short boy who looked like he was only 12, with these outrageous bangs and red hair. Another would have to be the girl who looked like she had done some running. Wearing aquaish boots, her hair was rather messy too...There was one more, a very beautiful cowgirl who had been against the railing with a Vaporeon at her feet. { I know what you're thinkin', friend. And the answer is 'no'! I mean, you know that they'll all turn you down either way. But yeah, just keep smiling! For there's bound to be one person in the Earth who likes you for you and your...'unique' personality.}Chue paused, wondering if he had just said the right thing. "I know, okay? But there isn't a law against staring and standing, is there?"he growled at the Feebas, folding his arms across his chest before continuing to examine the deck once more. Anyways, the cowgirl was already walking off. |
((OOC:Thanks Angel!))
Sitting in his room on the ship he just boarded, Kiro sighed, wiating for the giant steel beast of a ship to come to a halt, which would mean that he would be able to come off of the ship. He let out Kindle, hoping to be able to talk with him. {{Yes Kiro? What is it you called me out for?}} asked the small green Pokemon, his tiny legs wiggling. "Nothing, I just wnated some company, I mean, it will be some time before we get to this Professor's place and whatnot. I just hope I will be able to see some new sights, more than what I have seen in Hoenn, Kanto, Jhoto, AND Orre!" the teen smiled indubitably. {{Oh, well, what do you want to do Kiro?}} asked Kindle, as he climbed up on top of the bed on the ship. "Erm, well, let's see if there's anything to eat on this ship ok?" replied Kiro, as he picked up Kindle, who was now on his shoulder, and walked outside to the main deck. He saw some people talking, and some PokeMon, but decided to not talk to any of them, but instead, went to the kitchen area. As he entered, Kindle now walking behind him, he stopped, and saw his favorite food: Pizza. His mouth was practically overflowing with saliva as he stared at the disc of Italian goodness. He ran over to it, got a piece for Kindle, and chowed down. {{YUMMY! I love this stuff!}} said Kindle, his eyes shiny from the pure ecstacy of the pizza tast in his mouth. Finding some alluminum foil, Kiro packed some pizza into his teal backpack. He then drank some tap water from the sink, and burped rather loudly. He then took out his P*DA, and called Nami..... *Ring....* *Ring.....* *Ring.....* "Hello? Kiro?" said a soft, but kind voice. "Hi Nami! I just wanted to, you know, check up on how you were doing!" Kiro said. He smiled at seeing his beautiful girlfriend, her short black hair bouncing up and down. "Oh, ok then! What are you up to?" she asked. "Oh, nothing really, it is so boring here!" he smiled. "Ok then, erm, why don't you call me when you arrive at, wherever it is you're going," replied the teenage girl. Kiro sighed as he hung up on her, and then decided to walk around with Kindle, and then decided to walk up to the Captain's Deck, to see just who the captain sailing the ship was..... ((OOC: Plushie, is it OK for me to RP as the captain? OR if you want to, then I would understand that too....)) |
OOC: Aaaaack! I feel so late! >.< Oh well, I'd better just catch up then, eh? Oh, and I like the Oliver picceh you made, Plushie, particularly the one where he's all angry. xD Although personally, I think he kind of looks like a girl in his non-angry pose.
Anyways, IC: "Aww...come on Hiro, just one itty-bitty little-" {No!} the Houndoom interrupted sternly, a tired but determined look in his eyes as he looked up at his trainer, a tall and somewhat gangly-looking boy who, despite the somewhat childish appearance his face and light brown eyes currently held, seemed to be in his early teens, his dark brown hair ruffling slightly in the fresh sea breeze but dutifully returning to its original, well-ordered spot. The boy gave a bored sigh, returning the small, grey ball of unidentified substance into the right-hand chest pocket of his dark blue shirt, the greyish white shorts he wore having proven to be a rather poor hiding spot for the rather volatile devices when he accidentally tripped and triggered a good five of them at once. "Okay then, you old spoilsport. No smoke bombs." Yikari concluded in a dissapointed tone. It was always a bit humiliating to be scolded by your own pokémon, but he still knew that, dull company though he was, Hiro did have a knack for keeping him away from punishments which his other pokémon seemed to lack. {Good.} Hiro replied simply, {And another thing, when leaving the scene of a prank, don't run about will-nilly like that.} Yikari automatically zoned out a bit, sensing a preach on its way, {Sneak out of sight, dust of your clothes, then calmly walk away, or better yet, return to the scene while feigning curiosity for it to throw off suspicions. If you spent half as much time learning these simple methods you would not need to pointlessly waste-} Yikari had now blanked out the Houndoom's words altogether, surveying his surroundings, and specifically the people there, instead, nodding his head and mumbling in consent now and again to feign interest, while in truth, he was far more fascinated with the people aboard; first off, he spotted a boy who was-whoa, he was a real chibi, wasn't he? And short-tempered too, if the tone of his conversation with that sunglass-wearing Espeon and hyperactive Houndour was anything to go by. A mischievous grin spread across Yikari's face, yes, he could probably have some fun with him later on, once he had discovered a polite way to get Hiro out of the picture. And then there was that cowboy-girl, well, she certainly had the hat for that occupation, and not bad at all in the looks department either if this back-view could be trusted, although as usual, Yikari found himself thinking more about this aspect in terms of how she could assist in some glorious pranks. Yes, there was definitely something about that girl's manner which appealed to him, a kind of fundamental disrespect for rules which seemed to surround her, yes, perhaps she would actually understand him a bit better than most. Most males didn't seem to think of her that way, though, at least not that loud and boastfull boy with his Feebas and...Sudowoodo? The boy smiled a bit, he had always found the mimickry pokémon fascinating, although to his dismay he had yet to find one to call his own, and he certainly wasn't about to steal someone else's. Regardless, the boy in question was definitely staring quite openly at the cowboy girl, although he seeemed like the type to stare at practically everything that was physically capable of having babies, a myriad of amusing thoughts began running through Yikari's mind as he thought on what glorious fun could be derived from this trait and he had to excercise quite the amount of self-control not to burst out laughing. What depressed the boy however, was that no-one seemed to be socializing with anyone else. And what, he thought, was the point of having a bunch of interesting people if they didn't notice anyone else? "Really now..." Yikari muttered under his breath, "This won't do at all. Even gramps' old storage cellar had more in the way of social interactions..." {Excuse me?} Hiro interrupted sternly, {Boy, if you're thinking of pulling some kind of reckless prank-} "Reckless pranks?" the boy echoed in a feigned hurt voice, "My dear Houndoom, you do me a great wrong. You know I would never do anything reckless, like gramps always said-" {Gramps indeed.} the Houndoom snorted contemptously, {Your grandfather is a loony old man who still thinks that he isn't a day above 20!} "I know..." Yikari replied, in a perfectly sad voice, "I agonize over that fact constantly." {Don't cheek me, boy!} Hiro growled, {I'm serious this time!} "Oh, lighten up, will you?!" Yikari exclaimed, laughing and playfully patting the fire type's horned head, "I'm only going to socialize a bit with these fine people here. It's not like I'm going to get in trouble doing that, is it?" {Well...if you say so.} the Houndoom replied, although he sounded none too convinced as he cast a wary glance at the various strange individuals in their vicinity, {But don't get into any mischief this time, the captain is already suspicious about us because of that 'kick me' sign you pinned on his back.} "Yeah, he's almost as huffy as you." the boy replied in a carefree tone, "It was just a piece of paper, I don't see what the big deal is." {That's a first...} Hiro muttered sarcastically, but his trainer was no longer listening, already preoccupied with walking towards the other people and trying to decide which of them to pester first. Just as he did so, Yikari's eyes suddenly fell on a somewhat pale and frightened-looking girl with light blue hair who was peering in what the boy thought was a rather shy manner at the other passengers, a Spoink which was probably hers adressing her and apparently attempting to encourage her to talk with the others. That girl, it was as if 'melancholy' had been written all over her being in large, bolded, capital letters with a non-removable marker, and Yikari immediately labeled her the most critical case of non-fun on this boat. But what's more she seemed so...familiar somehow, as if he'd seen her, or someone very like her, a long time ago...the boy shrugged this off though, unable to recall the exact details at the moment. Well, if she indeed was such a person he'd find out soon enough, the boy concluded, now having firmly made up his mind about where to begin. Deciding on which manner he would emply this time, he suddenly underwent quite the shocking transformation, at least for one who had been watching, his carefree expression and friendly smile suddenly dissapearing only to be replaced by one of outmost solemnity and seriousness and his previously light step seeming to loose all of its spring, making way for a carefully ordered and official gait as he approached the girl, his back held straight for once, which effectively showed his full stature, and his head bent slightly as if in mourning. "My condolences, miss." he said in a tone containing the gravest sincerity as he arrived near the girl, "I know this must be a difficult time for you, truly, a difficult time for all of us. But I wished to inform you that I knew the deceased more than most and share your grief, so if you wish to dialogue with me about the ramifications of his current deceased state then I would gladly respond." |
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Yeah, Oliver does look a little like a girl.^^;; Um..you drew him too cute-like!X3 Though, its usually girls who have bigger eyes than boys, maybe if you make Oliver's eyes a tad smaller? This's just a suggestion really.^^;; |
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I see. Well, if he looks like a girl, that's another reason for people to insult him, which further explains the short temper he has today. XD IC: Akeru was wandering about near the middle of the deck now, walking around in circular patterns as he did so. Every so often he would stop suddenly, sniff the air a bit, and continue walking around the center of the deck. Oliver folded his arms as he watched, the least he could do was to supervise. {You fail at socializing.} Piro snickered, snapping his head in the other direction as Oliver turned to glare at him. It was obvious that Oliver wanted to make a sharp retort, but he found no time to as he heard Akeru start barking again. The Houndour had looked up from his latest lap around the deck, only to spot the Houndoom of another Trainer. A particularly frustrated looking Houndoom indeed, accompanying a tall and gangly boy, who was busy talking to the Spoink Trainer that Piro had noticed earlier. Akeru's eyes immediately lit up, and he was indeed barking again in pure cheer, the little Houndour wasting no time in bounding over to the bigger Houndoom. "Oh boy." Oliver said, already beginning to make his way over, in fear that Akeru would likely disturb someone. Piro soon followed, his ears perking up as he remained alert. {Hi hi!} Akeru yapped, bouncing up and down as he arrived near Hiro. {Do you know where all the twigs are hiding?} |
{ooc| Alter... I love your character o_o;
Also, here's a random question... would you guys prefer it if I put double spaces between my character's speech? I've noticed you guys all do... (Yeah, I'm slow...) Love the picture, Plushie! I think... the hair might be why he looks feminine.} The girl clapped her hands in a finite manner, and turned to look accusingly at her pokemon. "Festival?" she demanded, in a peculiar northern accent, "Where're the food hall?" Her vaporeon gazed up at her with big, reproachful eyes. {I dunno, Amber. Sorry...} the little vaporeon trailed off, as her trainer put her hands on her hips. There was one thing Festival hated, and that was letting down her trainer. {I'm sure I can find it~!} she mewed, and her tail wagged hopefully. "Ah..." Amber paused, studying the trainers wandering to-and-fro, "...it doesn't matter. We'll find it later." The girl set off again, walking through the crowds while her Vaporeon cheerfully at her heels. Festival was happy in nearly any situation; whether it was clinging to a rock face in the baking heat, or scrambling up the cycling road in the torrential rain, it didn't matter as long as Amber wasn't disappointed. Amber frowned at her little pokemon. Festival was a peculiar thing - sometimes Amber through she was sellotaped to her ankle, the way she never left her side. Now Amber couldn't imagine life without her little Vaporeon - annoying as she was - but only two years ago Amber had wanted nothing to do with pokemon - whether for battlings, contests, or companions. Now she was setting out to conquer a region with them! Amber couldn't help chuckling; Fate's taken a strange turn. She peered around the ship, half looking for a food hall. Amber was definetly hungry - she'd only had three bowls of porridge that morning, and it was nearly time for lunch! Of course, she was only half looking - because she was also preoccupied with scruitnising every other kid her age on the ship, of which there seemed to be quite a lot of. Closest to her was a fearfull looking girl with blue hair. Amber stood and stared for a bit, mainly because the wimpy-looking lass was accompanied by nothing other than a crazy bouncing pig. Amber blinked, and dragged her eyes away, only to see a peculiar looking boy and a houndoom heading towards the other girl. She almost smiled; there was something she liked about him, and Amber wagered it was that scheming look he had in his eyes. She had already turned away when Yukari switched personalities; her attention was now on a spikey red headed boy, who was wearing an overlong mustard jumper. He was pretty short - Amber guessed he was twelve, maybe eleven, so she decided to ignore him. However, Festival was wagging her tail, and staring straight at the young boy's houndour. She glanced at her trainer. {That pokemon looks fun!} she yipped. Amber's expression soured. "Before you even ask...no. We're here to get some adventure, right? Not friends." she told Festival stonily. The little water-type's whiskers began to droop. "Anyway," she continued, "his owners so short, he's like... twelve..." {Oh yes!} Festival squeaked, as if she had only just noticed how vertically challenged this boy was, and as if his height was a perfectly good reason to avoid him, {I agree.} She stared up at her trainer expectantly, and Amber just smiled. That's the other thing I like about her.... the cowgirl thought, tipping her hat back slightly, Sides with everything I say... Amber didn't seem to notice Enris at all. |
OOC: Oh dear. Methinks Cynthia is not the kind of person to catch on to pranks quickly. ^-^
And nice drawing Plushie! Very interesting hair indeedy. I'm sure some people will be quick to pointing out the very things Oliver hates people pointing out. *coughYikaricough* ^^ Cynthia --------------- Wilbur bounced in his trainer's arms a bit. {Look! Someone's coming over!} the Spoink said in an upbeat tone, glad that at least someone on this boat aside from the pokemon was interested in communicating. After all, what's a pokemon journey without friends to talk and laugh with? "Ah! I- I don't want to talk...," Cynthia whispered in a wimpering voice that sounded a bit frantic as well. She never knew what to say to anyone. It seemed like whenever anyone that was a stranger to her began to talk to her, all of the interesting things drained out of her head, leaving her with nothing but mundane, plain words. She thought of just hurriedly walking away to evade the oncoming boy, who seemed to look quite serious, but it was too late, and suddenly the boy with dark brown hair was upon her. She clutched Wilbur tightly and Wilbur frowned at her. She was lucky he was squishy, or she could have seriously hurt him. As the boy began to express his concern over the loss of a person they all apparently knew. She blinked in confusion. Deceased? She hadn't been aware of anyone dying! Her eyes looked back and forth, seemingly searching for anything that would help her make some sense out of this. Had she come on the wrong boat?! What if she was on the wrong boat? What if this was going to a funeral, and she was stuck going to the funeral of someone she never knew?! Should she say something to the boy about her being here for something else...? Or should she just pretend things were okay until they all got off the ship? Or perhaps she could just stay silent and he would eventually leave. No... she didn't want to seem rude. And she certainly couldn't lie.... "Ah... I- I'm sorry but I'm not sure what you're talking a- about," she said in a whispy voice, her gray eyes still looking confused, "S- Someone's died?" Wilbur rolled his little piggy eyes. It was obvious that he was tricking her. He was mocking the way that Cynthia always seemed to look even when she was happy. He remained quiet though. If he told Cynthia what the boy was doing, she would just freak out and run off, and he would rather that she discovered it on her own. |
OOC: Ahh...yes, I can see Yikari having glorious fun with this group. xD Glad you like him, Charon. ^-^ He's one of my favourite own male chars, definitely. ^^
IC: Out of the corner of his eye, Yikari watched with considerable amusement as a small Houndour bounded over to Hiro and attempted to strike up a conversation with the grouchy Houndoom who shot him an annoyed look as if to say 'you do something'. The boy merely turned his gaze away, maintaining his act as the girl in front of him began growing extremely flustered, stating that she didn't have a clue what he was talking about. Had his victim not reacted so...ideally, Yikari would probably have kept up the act, but as it was, there just was no fun in beating the beaten as the old saying went, so he decided to call it off before the Spoink over yonder blew his top. "Don't have a clue." he confessed with a shrug, his serious manner dissipating as quickly as it had come, "Which means that we are official partners in cluelessness." he let out a small laugh at the world in general "Although truly, with the expression you had I would probably have wagered that it was either your aunt or your grandfather who had kicked the bucket. Oh, but even partners in cluelessness should know each others names, yes? Yikari Arikawa, at your service miss." he bowed politely to the girl, although he took care to keep an eye on both her and her Spoink just in case either decided to lash out at him for his little trick as he finished, giving her a friendly smile and musing at what the reaction would be. Anger? Embarassment? More confusion? Or, like that was ever going to happen, laughter? He truly wasn't quite sure. {Twigs?} Hiro growled indignantly at Akeru's question, eyeing the little Houndour as if he was a particularly small and irritating fly who had decided to pester precisely him, {Who cares about some-} he halted himself in mid-sentence, noting the Houndour's hyperness and innocent nature, a sly grin spreading across his face, {Why yes...} he replied in a far more even voice, {I think I saw some waaay over at the other end of the ship.} he nodded towards the opposite end of the vessel they were on, {Why don't you go take a look over there?} |
{ooc| *coughs* Amber's already started saying that terrible 's' word, Melissa.}
The girl and her pokemon wandered further along the ship, Festival still falling in perfect step with her trainer. Her finned tail was still wagging, and she moved with a contented spring to her step; Amber, however, looked slightly more sombre. She was, after all, very hungry. {Look~!} Festival exclaimed, in her usual sing-song voice. Amber glanced in the direction she was pointing; there was that boy again, the one one with the short brown hair. He was talking to the pig-girl, who was looking positively terrified at the prospect of conversation. Amber grinned. "Should we ask them?" she asked her pokemon, who began to nod eagerly. Festival wouldn't have disagreed if Amber had asked her to cross the Sahara desert, but something told the girl the vaporeon was more than happy to go over. She guessed it was because of the short boy's houndoom; Festival tended to adore hyper pokemon, and Akeru was definetly one of those. The cowgirl swaggered over, coming to a halt in front of the girl and the boy. She put one hand on her hip, and with the other, tilted her beloved hat forward ever so slightly. "Do any of you know where the food hall is?" she asked lazily, before letting her eyes fall on Cynthia. She frowned visibly. "Uh....something wrong?" Amber very rarely had concern to spare for her fellow females; she didn't hate them, or anything like that, but Amber just found them really, really tedious. Still, she didnt want to make a bad impression. On a trip like this Amber guessed you would need allies; it was better to start straight away. |
OOC:
I do believe this is going to be rather fun. IC: {Okay!} Akeru yapped, immediately coming to the conclusion that Hiro was indeed correct and surely must've known for sure because he sure was older. Akeru was very sure. The Houndour quickly turned to face the opposite direction, but paused suddenly before leaving, as if he had just come to realize something very important. {Hey, what kinda twigs are over there?} Akeru asked, turning back towards the Houndoom, a grin on his face. "Are you pestering people again?" Oliver asked the pup, arriving a few steps away from his Houndour. Piro was still hanging around near his feet, taking care to look as 'official' as possible. "Come on, we don't want to be upseting these good folk." Oliver continued, referring to the other Trainers, along with the other Pokemon. {I'm not pestering!} Akeru retorted, bouncing up and down with sheer energy. {I'm asking! Big difference!} Oliver was about to say something else, when he noticed that a cowgirl-person had wandered over here as well. And now she was asking about the food hall. Technically she wasn't asking him, but Oliver didn't really care. "I don't know. Ask a sailor or someone who's actually familiar with the boat." Oliver said sharply, his mood already going downhill. |
OOC: Heh, Yikari makes me laugh! =D I wanna play a prank on someone now!
Eep! I just accidently kicked the wall my feet are next to. On the other side is a meeting room with a meeting going on in it. Oops... .__. Anyway.... Cynthia --------------- "Uh... I don't know," Cynthia replied to the girl that had approached them and asked about food. She wasn't sure where anything was on the boat, and she wasn't entirely sure if anything was wrong considering she wasn't sure if anyone was dead or not. However, as soon as the boy's serious demeanor fell away, Cynthia was still left scratching her head. What? There wasn't a dead person? Cynthia frowned a little, trying to figure out what had just happened. The boy proceeded to introduce himself, and Cynthia was still a bit confused. "M- my name is Cynthia Tharnst. S- So no one is- is dead?" she said timidly, unsure about what she was even saying. {Ugh... Cynthia it was a joke! He was tricking you!} Wilbur confessed, not able to hold it back any longer. She was so slow on figuring these things out sometimes, and he wasn't about to let her go looking like an idiot just yet. "Huh? A joke? Oh!" she said, comprehension suddenly dawning on her face and everything suddenly clicked. That was quite rude of the boy to do... leading her on with false pretenses like that just to make a silly joke. Weren't jokes supposed to be funny to everyone? Cynthia wasn't sure if she liked the other ones. She looked up at the boy before her, who was obvious waiting to see her reaction to realizing that she had been hoodwinked. "That wasn't a very nice thing to do... pretending that someone was dead. I was afraid that I had gotten onto the wrong ship!" she said, half-annoyed and half-relieved that she was in the right place after all, "Why would you do a thing like that Mr. Arikawa?" Cynthia often called people she didn't know well by their last names with a title in front of it. It seemed more formal to her and for some reason had always been the way she had addressed others. Wilbur shook his head. She still hadn't understood that he had been mocking her serious expression?! Ack... she was worse off than he thought. |
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