Ancient Dynasty; A Viper's Promise

[Light_Azumarill]

OOC: Hey! I dragged myself here!! XD Okay yeah, so I got a little lazy after my vacation. .___. Well, my friend wanted to spend some time with me now that she's back from her college too so.... Anyway, I'm here now!

I dunno about anyone else, but I reeeally don't wanna do the ceremony thingie without Alter, so I'm definitely willing to wait. *laughs* Yeah, like I could RP Slythe properly! HA! That's the funniest thing I've ever heard! Oh Alter Ego, you crack me up! XD

On a side note: Hi Yibber! Dun worry, you're not the only lazy one. ^-^


Reina
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"Boy I really did it again... didn't I?" Reina mumbled to herself, pushing her way through the bustling crowd. She was still mad at Rosairie and Kyoko, but she felt foolish for acting so petty. She was torn between prejudice and conscience. The people and streets were beginning to bother her, and so she was thankful that her heated walking had led her to one of the many courtyards of the city. It wasn't totally empty, there were a few people sitting on benches and relaxing, a couple of kids playing around, but it was emptier than the street.

Reina dug out a pokeball from her jean pocket and tossed it to the ground. In a flash of white light, Pixie's star-shaped form appeared.

{Ah! Where's the battle?} the water pokemon asked, not picking up any vibrations that would constitute a battle.

"There's no battle. I just need to talk to someone," Reina said, suddenly feeling a little vulnerable. How disgustingly sappy; she needed to talk to someone? Ick.

{Oh... okay,} Pixie replied, turning her full attention to the redhead.

"Why should I be nice to Rosairie? Or Kyoko for that matter?" Reina began, pacing back and forth as she gathered her thoughts, "Rosairie's so obviously full of herself, and Kyoko's the wimpiest thing I've seen on two legs. The little girl could get blown away in a strong gust of wind. They're pathetic."

{I was pathetic Reina...,} Pixie said in a quiet voice, {Is that what you think of me?}

"No, of course not!" the girl said quickly, "You're a good fighter and you're not selfish."

{No one's perfect. Rosairie may look like the girls from home, but has she done the things the others did?}

"Maybe she hasn't done anything yet, but she's certainly capable of decieving and tricking. She made me lie to Valen after all!" Reina said angrily.

Pixie sighed, {Reina... you were the one to choose that path. She didn't force you.}

"Okay fine, you're right about that, but what are you saying? That I should ignore their faults?" Reina huffed, folding her arms.

{No, of course not... but, look Reina, everyone has to start out weak. I did, you did, Tabansi did, and I'm sure even that creepy boy Valen did too. You don't know the other sides and feelings of Rosairie, or Kyoko, and I think that before judging a person, they should be given a fair trial. I don't think you should become best friends with them, just give them a chance to know you. What do you say Reina?} the Staryu said hopefully.

Reina shook her head, "I don't know."

{Just think about it. I know you've been hurt in the past, but... you can't become a spiteful, stereotyping person... you just can't,} Pixie concluded, her jewel shimmering in the morning sunlight.

"We'll see," Reina said reluctantly, "We'll see."

 

[Alter Ego]

OOC:

Hiiiiiiiii kiddies!!! xD​

Guess who's back sooner than expected? =3

So yeah, it's 11 PM here, but mum was nice enough to give us 30 minutes of computer time so here I am, returned fresh from the lovably scenic Amsterdam full of streets with suspect names like Fondler's Market (I kid you not, there was a street which, if directly translated, would be called that.) and hotels with crappy breakfast servings which don't provide zilch for anyone who isn't interested in shoddy second-rate bacon and poached eggs. And to top that, about half of these foreign hotel people couldn't be bothered to provide LOCKS FOR THE FRIGGEN' BATHROOM DOORS! The pervs...<<

That aside, the trip itself was nice...lots of prettyfull scenery and museums, good food, and plenty of time to make progress on my GBA games. Kekekeee...I now have a fully EV trained Salamence looking for her 70th level, and on top of that, Spindas give Sp.Attack EVs (Yes, it's a sad and pathetic Elemence, so sue me...I'm low on physical TMs.)...ahh...that EV training session was so...rewarding. >D *Proceeds to hang up his collection of 126 incinerated, drowned, and generally mangled Spindas around the room* Anyone got pins or something to spare? =3 Oh, and there were other benefits too. I finally got a copy of Kingdom Hearts : Chain of Memories (Yes, I'm the last person here to get that game, don't rub it in, please. <<) and Shorties found the whole three volumes of this lovely new manga which I have been borrowing from him since. Does the name .hack ring any bells for anyone here? Myself, I've found some of my favourite manga characters ever there. Funny stuff...funny stuff...although it could just be that I'm such a sucker for manga in general. xD

At any rate, my IC probably won't be up until tommorrow as I'm feeling a bit too tired and lack the time for writing such large amounts at the moment, and besides...I have to read through this mountain of posts you guys made in my absence. [/Sarcasm] Nyah, by the looks of it I could have made due without even bailing the characters out from Showgan. Would it be too harsh to say that I was expecting a little bit more?

Anywho, don't fret about that. I'm still glad to be back, not to mention finding my RPs (At least sort of) alive. Travelling was nice and all, but I missed you guys. ^^

Incidentally, word has it that Plushie will be making a comeback in a couple of weeks (Ebil homework and a whole bunch of other stuff keeping her away. ;_; ) so I'd like to wait for her if that's okay with everyone. (Although I know that you're probably getting pretty tired of my stalling by now.) If the simple majority is for pushing on, though, then we'll do that and try to fit in the latecomers one way or the other. So yeah, it's up to you guys, really.

IC:

"Please wait."

Precisely the two words that Valen didn't want to hear at the moment. The only reason he had been so quick to oblige when he was summoned to Slythe's office was that the report would get his mind off other matters, but instead he found himself standing about in the Waiwai Inc. HQ waiting room, twiddling his thumbs as he waited to be admitted inside. In his current state, he wouldn't have put it past Slythe to have arranged this little "Inconvenience".

"You're still not learning."

Valen growled in aggitation, already guessing the speaker before he turned around to check.

"So you're doing day shifts now, are you?" he remarked coldly, turning to face the illusory Vincent who had currently taken up residence in the glass window which had apparently been put there to give the waiting people a view while they treid to kill the time, "Not satisfied with trying to get rid of my sanity night-time?"

"Get rid of your sanity?" the illusion Vincent echoed, a faint smile appearing on his face, "So you're saying you don't trust me? That I am slowly wearing down your mind and spirit until you'll be powerless to resist? Is that it?" he let out a mirthless chuckle, "Excellent. This means that you are beginning to embrace the truth after all, that there is no-one you can trust but yourself."

"Gee...I'm so glad to have heard the moral of the story." Valen deadpanned, "If that's all you came to say then don't even bother. I've known that for years." 'At least...I used to know it.' his thoughts added traitorously.

"Ahh...I see that your subconscious has pinpointed the issue quite well, Valen." the appartition remarked, "There is someone with whom you have begun to lower your guard, is there not?" the illusory Vincent's eyes narrowed slightly, his expression growing sterner, "After all this years, haven't you learned your lesson?!" he thundered, "Trusting one of those low-born savages! Nearly exposing your heart to the daggers of the world! You foolish, IGNORANT child!" the illusory Vincent slashed a hand through the air dramatically at the last sentence.

'Exposing my heart?' the boy's thoughts let out a cry of outrage, 'If this another one of those boyfriend girlfriend analogies then forget it! We're friends, and that's it!'

"How far you expose yourself is irrelevant." the appartition interrupted, "Even the slightest crack in your defences is enough for a blade to get in, and one failure is all it takes." he shook his head, "That manipulative witch has started showing you the past, hasn't she?" the illusory Vincent put on another mirthless smile, "Well then, I'll do the same. Tonight we shall review one of the lessons you have so carelessly forgotten, but for now..." the appartition began to fade, "...I think that someone else wants a word..."

"Mr.Ironholm?"

The voice of the secretary came through with a slightly disturbed tone, the boy quickly turning to face her in acknowledgement, "Mr. D'Argent wishes to see you now."

"Right." Valen replied simply, continuously looking past the woman as he strode on to the elevator, pressing the button for the now unlocked top-floor. 'The sooner I get this over with the better.'

 

[Mika]

-OoC-

And to top that, about half of these foreign hotel people couldn't be bothered to provide LOCKS FOR THE FRIGGEN' BATHROOM DOORS! The pervs...<<

o.O; on the toliet stalls or the showering rooms?

Does the name .hack ring any bells for anyone here?

-twitch- I'm unhappy because my friggen torrent ate my eps of .hack//ROOTS. ee; So yes. I'm a .hack person. -twitch-

I have to read through this mountain of posts you guys made in my absence. [/Sarcasm]

D: I had band crap and camp. But I got off my lazy butt for you all. So be HAPPY

e-e -posts-

Well... I'll post after my sister's concert tonight. Stupid 4th of July and your bludgening of my voluntary solitary confinment in my room... I loath you.

 

[Alter Ego]

o.O; on the toliet stalls or the showering rooms?

They were both combined most of the time, so both, actually.

-twitch- I'm unhappy because my friggen torrent ate my eps of .hack//ROOTS. ee; So yes. I'm a .hack person. -twitch-

.hack//ROOTS? Nyah, all I've read is the Twilight-SomethingOrTheOther (Can't remember the name. xP) so be happy that you've gotten more than me (Even if torrent ate it up). Out of curiosity, what are the main characters in the ROOTs thing? Please tell me Mireille-chan is in it. She's like, my favourite manga character ever. Well, with the possible exception of Sapphire from the pokémon manga. They're kind of hard to compare. xD

D: I had band crap and camp. But I got off my lazy butt for you all. So be HAPPY

e-e -posts-

Well... I'll post after my sister's concert tonight. Stupid 4th of July and your bludgening of my voluntary solitary confinment in my room... I loath you.

Well, I didn't get an IC from you, not even a welcome back. How could I be happy after such heartlessness? ;__; (Just kidding of course) I'll be officially happy once the next real IC comes in. And speaking of ICs, I've added one to my previous post. Not my best work, but it's a start at least. ^^

 

[Charon]

{ooc| Mwah, yes, .Hack rings a bell. Mika got me into it...boy, nearly a year ago. The .Hack//Sign series, I believe. Anyway.... *flying tackles Alter*

MISSED YOOOOOOOOOOOOU!

I have far too much work to do still, hence my lack of posting. Your trip sounds fun! I want to go to Fondler's Close.
WELL, I went to see Death Cab for Cutie on Wednesday night. heard of them, anyone? Great band. Then I went to the Tate Modern the next day. I am shattered, and I have a festival to go tomorrow.... Gaaaah! I need a costume. *skips off jovially*

 

[Mika]

-OoC-

Quickie ooc, then posting. (Finally. x_x)

If you guys can't see meh shiney new siggy, can you quickly change to like, Moonlight Misty or another dark skin and rate it fast? xD; I'm in need of meanie critics and some nice critics. X3 I have cookies.

 

[Alter Ego]

OOC: I...do NOT believe this. My parents are dragging me away from the computer AGAIN. T__T Apparently this and precisely this moment is the very best time for our annual trip to our grandparents' summer cottage. So yeah. My absence starts next Monday and extends a couple of days from that (I have it on good authority that it should be less than a week, though). Sorry, folks, and belive me: I wasn't the one who came up with this idea. <<

Meh, at least we're getting our doggie back. She's been there ever since we left on our previous trip, and it's kind of lonely here without her. Meh, just hang on tight, everyone, and hopefully nothing cataclysmic will happen during the few days of my absence.

As for your new banner, Mika...nyah, personally I like it, and it does look nicer on a dark skin. (My default is Satoshi's Bigger Test, been that way ever since all the other skins got temporarily messed up. Meh, I've been too lazy to switch. xD). The less mangaish piccie on the far right kind of sticks out from the rest, but not in any fatal way, and the colours are nice. ^^ Concerning the little phrase beneath it, heh, that reminds me of the more cynical "Anything too stupid to be said out loud becomes a song.", and that saying made me laugh the first time I saw it. xD So yeah, by association I like the phrase too. The multi-colouring jumps out a bit, but the colours match the baner, so I'm okay with it. The yellow seems a bit stand-offish, so you might consider dumping that and going with just orange and red with a nifty split down the middle of both lines, but I've never been a big fan of that colour so my personal bias might be affecting my judgement. *Shrugs*

While on the topic of siggies, mine was just cruelly butchered with a [Hidesignature] tag the other day and I had to cut down on its size. ;___; Ohh...does anybody know where I could get some good .hack piccies? (Magi-san or Mireille would be the preference) I have this sudden urge to make a change of theme. ^^ (Basically, I'd scan the funny stuffers from the manga books, but the ebil scanner scares me and I'm sure that I'd break something if I tried. o.O *Ish not a very techincally-minded person)

Anywhoo, IC later, I suppose. Seeing as how mine was the last IC around here anyway. *Cough* Hint *Cough*

 

[Mika]

-OoC-

-beats Alter's parents with the evil red fish- ;_; we miss Alter when he's gone. You had him when he was small. D:< He's ours now. -clingith- Our Rp master. Not. Yours.

Nya, I kid Alter. x3 have...fun? Nyeehehee x3 I know the yellow's werid. I did this particular layout thinger for my little cousin. ^^ she loves Sesame Street and she's adorable. >o< -squeaks- It probably won't last long, I prefer darker stuffers.

and I'm posting. >>; jeez Alter, that was such a hard-to-see hint. Anyways, I may get my directions wrong, I'm still lost in this city anyways so just tell me an I fixy. :3





-IC-

"...Here." She took out a piece of paper, scribbled something on it and handed it to Rosairie, "I need to... do something. But... this is my cell number alright? Call... me. If things start up here and the ceremony or whatever starts..." To assure the other girl of her promise, she held up the little pink poke-gear. It was very easily distinquished as a popular model but by no means was it cheap. "It's around my neck. I won't miss your call. I promise." Hugging the girl as best she could (This whole hug thing was still new to her and all) she gave the older girl a thumbs up before she vanished into the crowd til she came to one of the conviently placed maps, "...okay... it's up that way, past those buildings and around that corner..." She ran her fingers over the encased seven foot tall, five foot wide map of both Undercity and Overcity, tracing an apparent path... to somewhere. "...I should get there.... in...." she paused, "Twenty... no, ten minutes if I run... Yeah. That'll work." Snapping the clasp on her bag shut, she darted off again There were two letters, safely tucked away in a folder in her bag. Both were labeled with a name, two names total. Both explained a different matter and both were equally important. Both needed to be delivered and more importantl, they needed to be recieved.

~ Ten minutes later ~

This... is a bit bigger than I expected. I'm betting the first floor is for visitors and the like. Those three got in with no identification and I can be certian they aren't working for the people inside. Too stupid.... Let's see... If this building is anything like the ones in Saffron, the headshot should be close to the top so the person I'm looking for is somewhere in that area... Drat. Why didn't I bring Chain with me...? I can't hack worth crap... Ggnh... She rubbed her forehead lightly. If I mess this up, not only will... no, I don't want to think about that. Use your head or Sempai will honest to god kill you.... mmhmm. Standing up lightly, she fully rounded the corner, "Well... I think I can at least get in."

And, believe it or not, she walked right up to the front doors of the WaiWai Corp building.

 

[Charon]

Rosairie watched the girl leave with a sinking feeling. "This can't be good..." she thought despairingly. Kyoko was so flighty! No wonder her Dad didn't want her coming here - if Kyoko had been her daughter, Rosairie would ahve found the concept of gluing her to the floor very hard to resist. She glanced to Chain. "I think... I think I should follow her again." she told the boy, grinning exasperatedly.

Henna, who had been listening in silence at the time and examinging her claws, looked up. {Take one of the others, Rozzy. I'll stay here in case the others turn up. I'm sure Chain will use his Abra to send a message, if anyone turns up.} she gave her trainer what she hoped was a reassuring smile. If anything, it seemed to cheer Rosairie up. She selected a pokeball from her belt. Her fingers linged over Silence's ball, but no, she couldn't use him. Vampress or Sinbad? The latter was probably less prone to unnessecery bouts of violence, and as they were tracking...
"Sinbad, go!" Rosairie shouted. Sinbad materialised beside her, licking his lips contentedly.
{'Lo, Master!} The ivysaur said cheerfully, and shook himself down so poisonpowder scattered on the ground around him. {I'm ready!}
"We're tracking Kyoko, okay?"

Sinbad nodded, and lead her off after Kyoko.

Soon, she could see the WaiWai corp building veering across the crowds.

 

[Light_Azumarill]

OOC: Aheheheh!! So... I'm a little late? Whoops. ^^;

Actually, first let me say:

Welcome Back Alter!

and

Have Fun on Your Trip!

XD That was interesting. ^^ Anywhoo, sorry I haven't been around much. At first PC was messing up on me a bunch, and it kinda got me lazy about coming here because every time I did it was a *****. T_T I barely had time to post in this newly-made Mario RP that I started. >.> Yeah... so... hopefully that's enough of that.

I likies the new banner Mika! Ish cute. ^-^

Incidently, I own all three .hack mangas (I just bought the third like a week ago)! And a scanner. So Alter, if you want any particular part scanned, I can do it fer ya'! ^^


Reina
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There was so much to contemplate. Reina was still surprised that this little tournament trip had turned out to be so full of both strangeness and excitement. There had been action in the beginning, and now it had seemed to turn slowly into a test of character for everyone involved. She much preferred the action.

"Ugh... what time is it? Do you think we should head to the Waiwai building yet? I don't want to get there early when no one else has shown up," Reina said to Pixie in an irritated voice. She was in a grumpy mood, ever since the 'incident' with Kyoko. Pixie had basically told her to forgive and forget, but could Reina really do that? She didn't need friends like them anyway.

{Reina... I'm sorry if I made you mad,} Pixie said thoughtfully, {I was just trying to be fair.}

Reina glanced down at the Staryu, "I know."

Pixie didn't answer back, she had to dodge being accidently kicked by a woman's high-heel shoe.

The crowd wasn't getting any smaller, and it was bothering the Staryu again, the many vibrations causing her to 'see' too many things at once. It was so different to be above the water, much different to feel vibrations from the ground and air. Sometimes Pixie longed to be underwater in the ocean again, where she could truly see with clarity.

Reina noticed this, and was about to ask the pokemon if it wanted to return to its ball when she heard a woman collide with something next to her. She heard the woman utter a distinct "Oof!". Reina noticed that the thing she had run into was a rather large and bulky man. The kind that Valen had pointed to when telling her about the security measures of Waiwai. She paused and watched the two.

"I'm so sorry about that! If you'll excuse me I--," the woman began in a sugary voice, but was cut off by the man she had bumped into.

"No problem," he grunted shortly, making his way away from the woman and back into the crowd. Reina had noticed curiously that his hands contained a camera, a small digital one that was discreet. She wouldn't have caught it at all had it not been from the sun causing a metallic part on it to shine.

The woman turned her head to watch him go, and then the sugary sweet expression on her face changed into a determined scowl. However, when she reached into her trenchcoat's pocket, her face began to look worried. She hadn't found what she was looking for apparently. She muttered a curse under her breath, turned her head once more in a desperate attempt to locate the man she had run into, and then disappeared back into the crowd.

Reina frowned about this. The woman must have been taking pictures of things that Waiwai didn't want out. Probably the aftermath of the tournament or maybe even the tournament itself. After all, Valen and Vincent had said that Waiwai was keeping it as low-key as possible. Reina turned to Pixie, "Return."

 

[Alter Ego]

OOC: OMG! O_O

HIIIII Melissa! *Waves* Yeeesh, you kind of arrived fashionably late, didn't you? xD Anyways, yeah, nice to hear from you before my next family-enforced period of exile. ^^

Anyways, you've got scans? Nyah, excellent, I shall certainly make use of that offer once I've put some more thought into which piccies I like the most. ^^

IC:

"And that..." Valen concluded, maintaining his disciplined position in front of Slythe's desk while trying to surpress the violent thoughts from the back of his head. After all, conduct rule number 153 - made official two days ago - stated that traitorous thoughts about the team leader or any executive was betrayal of the organization and demanded maximal punishment, only comparable to conduct rule 139 which said much the same thing about crossword puzzles, and in both cases, Slythe was the only one who had actually been known to enforce it. "...is all I have to report."

Slythe gave him an expectant look, raising an eyebrow slightly.

"...sir." Valen concluded smoothly, thus avoiding prosecution under conduct rule number 13.

The Viper leader smiled contentedly at the addition, leaning back a bit in his chair, "Yes, thank you for that." he said, leaving it rather open whether it refered to the actual report or just the 'sir' "Although of course, Vincent already summarized the situation for me." he brought his fingertips together "I had...other reasons for summoning you here."

"Sir?" Valen asked, he knew that this was practically the only kind of question that the leader wouldn't interpret as insolence - conduct rule number 27 - and sure enough, Slythe saw fit to continue without any side-remarks.

"I have...a certain mission requiring...your kind of talent." he continued, "You know of course that the tournament winners have been invited to this building?"

Valen nodded in response, keeping his expression steady even though this was the first part of Slythe's talk that had actually caught his attention.

"Well, it is my hope that these winners shall be persuaded into...rendering a certain service for the good of the world." Valen really had to restrain himself not to make a sarcastic remark at this point, the only good he had ever seen Slythe advancing was the Viper leader's own, "I would like you to accompany them to the destination of their task."

"Understood, sir." Valen replied, trying to restrain the emotions that boiled in him at the thought of having to help out Rosairie or Kyoko, not to mention JJ... "I'll accompany the tournament winners and assist them in completing their mission."

"No you will not." Slythe intterupted flatly, a hint of amusement in his voice, "Quite the contrary, in fact, your task is to see to it that they fail."

"Sir?" the boy asked, feeling the unpleasant sensation of one who's worst expectations were rapidly turning into reality.

"You see, Valen." the Viper leader continued, fiddling briefly with some kind of control pannel on the side of his desk until a small, 3-D projector on the middle lit up, displaying a digitalized and simplified replica of a tropical island, the picture mostly dominated by a hefty mountain range running down the island's north side and a large, cleared out area in the jungle which housed some sort of structure, "This here." he gestured towards the picture, "Would be our contest winners' destination: Kawaku's rest. Don't bother trying to understand the name." the man added in a dismissive voice, "It's just local mythology or somesuch nonsense, it's not important. What matters is this." he tapped in a few more commands, and the digitalized picture vanished briefly, soon becoming replaced by a more detailed picture of the cleared out spot which, it turned out, could only be an excavation site, giant holes and scaffolding constructions saturating the whole scene, "This structure is centuries old, even a whole millenium, my archeologists have claimed, and according to inscriptions we've deciphered, an object of great power is located inside."

'Great power...' Valen echoed for himself, 'Now I'm beginning to see what he's getting at.' "So you want these tournament winners to do your dirty work for you and then me to dispose of them, sir?" he said out loud, doing his best to keep his voice emotionless, "Why do we need to involve them in the first place, sir? I mean, do we not have enough capable men of our own to deal with it...sir?" the last 'sir' certainly sounded redundant to the boy, but he knew that Slythe measured respectfulness in terms of 'sir's per sentence, so the more the merrier.

"Yes, it does beg the question, doesn't it?" Slythe replied, "And this is the part that piqued my interest. You see...it turns out that, despite our best efforts, the main entrance can not be forced open. In fact, it cannot even be chipped, and the same goes for the building as a whole. Dynamite, Machamp tandems, Earthquakes...nothing seems to penetrate, and even our ghost pokémon seem repelled from the place, frightened for some reason, and refuse to go in. It's quite irksome, really..." his eyes gleamed slightly, "Just think, Valen, what we could do if we had the secret of such powers in our hands."

'Your hands more likely...' Valen added bitterly in his mind, 'For once in your life, try not to abuse the plural form of 'I' you megalomanic nutcase, and get to the point instead.'

"Ahh...but this is all beside the point." Slythe continued, "What I mean to say is that sometimes...when science fails, we must take to more...traditional methods."

"What kind of methods are those, sir?" Valen asked, trying to hold the scepticism away from his voice.

"Folklore..."

The reply came as a surprise to Valen, not as much for its contents as its source.

"Ah yes, I forgot that you hadn't been introduced." Slythe remarked in a tone which made it perfectly obvious that he had been well aware of this, gesturing towards the figure who finally stepped into the semi-lighted part of the room: he was a fairly average-sized man, wearing the average kind of formal suit that most Viper high-ups did, but that was about where the average part of him stopped. His hair was red, not just plain red like Reina's or any other normal person's, but rather every shade of red, each strand starting from near-brown at the root and then smoothly making its way down the colours all the way to nearly orange at the very tip, it was rather long and unorganized-looking as well, the strands easily reaching his shoulderblades at the back while more than a couple of the frontal ones hung over his face, slightly obscuring his eyes from sight now and again, not that that was a bad thing, really, considering the equally disturbing appearance of said eyes, bright, piercing yellow with small black pupils in the middle, cat eyes, Valen would have wagered, were it not perfectly obvious that they were on a human, a sizeable cresent-shaped scar clearly visible just above the left one. The man came to a halt by the desk, carefully keeping his gaze locked elsewhere as Slythe continued.

"This..." Slythe talked on, "...is our newest executive, Mr.Lavell. Mr.Lavell, this is the operative I told you about."

"A pleasure." Valen said coldly, not extending his hand.

"The pleasure is all mine." Lavell replied with equally determined politeness.

"I'm glad to see that you two are getting along." Slythe remarked to Valen in a conversational tone, "After all...you two will be working together on this assignment."

Valen flinched inwardly, but maintained his expression.

"Now where were we?" the Viper leader continued, "Ah yes, the prophecy. Mr. Lavell, if you would be so kind?"

"Certainly." the other man replied, turning to Valen, "It's all very simple, really. According to an inscription we found above the main door, the only ones who can enter the structure are the eight heroes of old."

'Eight...heroes?' Valen echoed for himself, 'Heroes of old...of course! The tournament!' suddenly, several of the pieces clicked into place. They needed eight people and precisely eight people to win, that's why the records were altered. Heck, that was probably why Slythe was so intent on sponsoring the event in the first place...so he could tamper with the results without complications. But the Aggron...had that been a part of the plan too? He tried to keep himself from frowning, it certainly hadn't seemed like a plan at the time, but...Slythe was mad, this whole venture was enough to prove that.

"Ahh...I believe that your operative has already understood the gist of this." Lavell remarked, "Yes, we do believe that eight tournament winners satisfy the requirement. They have, after all, prevailed in an epic struggle worthy of a hero, wouldn't you agree?" his eyes glinted, "You performrance against that Aggron was...remarkable. I look forward to...working with you."

"Thank you, sir." Valen replied coldly, restraining the thoughts of stabbing the man in front of him with the first sharp object that would come into his grasp. Slythe might not have been a mind reader, but he certainly didn't put it beyond this guy to be one. There was just something...off about Lavell, a familiarly uncomfortable feeling which Valen would rather not deal with.

"Well then, I shall summarize your objectives." Slythe said in a bussinesslike voice, "You, Valen, will accompany Mr.Lavell under the titles of both a tournament winner and a liason of Waiwai Inc. Mr Lavell shall be posing as the local guide and Viper operatives shall be taking the place of our usual excavation crew. Once the object from the central chamber is secured, you will then follow Mr.Lavell's lead in eliminating any potentially harmfull witnesses. Do any of these objectives...pose a problem for you, Valen?"

That was a good question, usually Valen wouldn't have thought twice about stabbing new acquintances in the back if it meant profit for him, but this was different...Reina...Reina was among them, and Valen was painfully aware that the girl, admirable though her attitude was, was all too easy to dupe into things, after all, if Rosairie had managed it then Slythe certainly could, and he would no doubt make sure that Valen wouldn't have any chance of warning his friend. And then...well, the boy wouldn't for the life of him admit any kind of fondness of Rosairie, nor claim that he would be sad to see her gone, but...'She did save my life.' Valen groaned inwardly, this newly developing part of his personality was becoming a real pain, conscience...who ever heard of conscience on a proffessional criminal? But nonetheless, there it was, he was feeling guilty...guilty about the prospect of betraying these two people, both of which he owed something, albeit in different ways. 'How many more?' he found himself thinking, 'How many times more will I have to betray people like this?' his thoughts suddenly drifted to the disc which was still firmly in his possession, the boy smirking in his mind, although his face remained a blank, 'Maybe just one more...'

"No sir." Valen replied without faultering in the least, "I understand, sir."

"Very good." Slythe replied, "You are dismissed, but remain within the building. There are preparations which you need to attend to."

OOC: Whew, that was long. o.o Nyah, this is also my last post before I leave, so take care everyone, I'll be back in a couple of days. ^^

Alter out.

 

[Kogenta]

[OOC: I feel rather . . . behind. ^-^;; Seems I missed Alter Ego by about a day, though. ::sigh:: In any case . . . ]

Chain maintained his silence as he watched the scene between Kyoko, Rosairie, and Reina unfold. Almost physically biting his lip to prevent himself from intervening, the trainer straightened slightly as the other trainers suddenly parted ways. It seems the conflict between them is growing worse, more than anything else. But, if anything is to occur as I hope, then such conflict is likely necessary . . . Casting a glance at Reina as she disappeared in the crowd, Chain then turned and started after Kyoko and Rosairie.

His expression unchanging, Chain simply nodded in agreement as Rosairie mentioned her following Kyoko. Waiting until Rosairie left with her Ivysaur, Chain's gaze moved over the area before he turned briefly to Henna. "I need to make a call," he stated simply, starting toward the nearest phone booth. Stepping inside, the male quietly shut the door behind him. And, lifting the receiver, he adjusted one of the spikes on his wristband--tilting the edge up slightly to reveal the Pokeball hidden within. Then, holding the phone between his shoulder and the side of his head, he removed his Pokenav from his pocket and dialed a number. Slipping a few coins into the phone, Chain said nothing--merely waiting. Within half a minute, a satisfying noise resembling static could be heard in the phone. As he raised his wrist, a thin beam of ruby light shortly glittered between his wristband and a port on the phone. Porygon had returned to its Pokeball. Without a word, Chain then hung up the phone, twisted the wristband shut, and returned the Pokenav to his pocket as he stepped out of the booth.

I don't know what happened at WaiWai Inc. But, if it forced Circuit to materialize, then it was likely rather serious. Chain's gaze lowered slightly as he sank into his thoughts. I would like to review the data he retrieved as soon as possible, as well as find out what happened in the WaiWai Inc. database. Perhaps Circuit met with the Porygon 2 we fought earlier . . . Unconsciously fingering the Premier Ball that hung from his neck, a gold light edged Chain's jade eyes. Whatever is happening here, the ceremony will likely mark a significant turning point. I would like to have at least some answers by then . . . If only I knew more.

[OOC: Sorry about the rather poor post. I suppose my absence has caused my already-meager abilities to become rusty. ^-^;;]

 

[Mika]

-OoC-

HAHAHAHA. PH33R MY 1337 POST OF ULTIMATE LENGTH AND DESTRUCTION!

I hate evil board leaders who can't shut up. About anything.

I hate evil coaches who force us to go to Thursday Guard practice then don't show up.

I hate it when PC goes down JUST as I finish my freakin post. Oh! And about the post. and the horrible puns in the post. -clears throat- This is what happens when I play KH2, FFVII and keep the Turk Theme/James Bond (Moby Mix dangit. X3) on Repeat for 4 hours.... @@ And please ignore the puns if you find them "rolling of the eye" worthy. xD; I was bored. So sue me.

And Alter, if you no likey what I did, I will change it. xD I just thought I'd buy us a bit of time using the style I'm "famous" for back home on Alarayne, ain't that right Charon? I know it's not really realistic in some areas but I did try to be as reasonable as I could. x3 Like, with the ducts and what not, I based it off where the server room is located in my local community college. -is such a naughty girl- xD the air ducts are on the sides of the wall going up, it's ridiculous.


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-IC-

The cute eyes did it every time, those adorable little optics that stared into people's foreheads with only innocence behind them that made women under 30 and over 12 lose all control of their emotions in their need to help, protect or cuddle the adorable ball of fluff below them. while they had a tendancy to be used in cirmcunstances they probably shouldn't be used in, everyone could admit that they worked and they worked exceptionally well. This precise instant wasn't much different.After entering the building, Kyoko had entered the building and gone straight to the information desk and more importantly the large steel doors preventing access beyond a certian point without certian clearence. Finding the most gullible woman she could, she gently tugged on the soon-to-be victim's employee issued jacket sleeve, "Ma'am...? Where's your bathroom? The ones for everybody are so packed and I really REALLY gotta go." then came the eyes, the large blue orbs of doom flashed in the lady's general direction as she stepped from side to side lightly. The woman's eyes, following the stereotype to a T, then widened and she gently grabbed the child's wrist, "Why you poor chillie... come with me." Passing through the doors, she led the child to the closest women's bathroom and ushered her into the tiled facility with a little push to the back, "I'll wait right out here, take all the time you need."

- - -

Sucker... They're all the same Smirking lightly, Kyoko turned and locked the single-stall bathroom tight, flicking on the almost ear-deafening fan. Looking upward, she found what she'd come down this way for anyways; an air duct. It was seen in the movies but because of how small the space in the duct actually was, only a small person could reasonably fit into the tight space without getting stuck. This was yet another advantage to being a shirmp and it was one she knew how to take advantage of very well... but not in the dress she was in. Thus, her bag came into play. Crouching to the ground, she took the bag off her body and snagged out the black t-shirt and shorts, quickly exchanging the cute dress and shoes Rosaire would most definatly approve of to the obviously black-listed-in-the-fasion-magazine attire. Packing everything up neatly, she took forth the smaller bag from her normal messanger bag, slipping it on tightly over her shoulders after she'd placed the two important letters in it along with a coil of rope and her Poke-gear (Put on Virbrate/Silent of course) in the front pocket. Sticking a flashlight in her mouth, she pattered over to the mirror, looking up at her first destination; the air duct.

Thankfully, the sinks in this part of the building were seemingly not made to be impressive and the ceramic sink was more than strong enough to support her weight as she slid the metal grate open and shimmied into the tight passage, resealing the duct once she'd gotten far enough in to do so and then she began to crawl. Strangely, her movement was hardly detectable to herself, let alone detactable to the people below in the hallways. Since she obviously had no map, she stayed within sight of people til she found one, indicating that the head-hanco was on the top floor. As she started to look away from the little menu by the elevator, she noticed something more important.

"12th floor, WaiWai Server Control Room"

A daunting smirk crossed her face. That was one challange she wasn't going to ignore.

A bit more crawling led her to the stairwell and it didn't take a genius to know that WaiWai corporate officers didn't take the stairs unless they were forced to do so. Dropping from side of the wall, she quickly accended the stairs to the 12th floor before she shimmied back into her safe little haven among the dust bunnies, her face now covered in the soot. Crawling further, she crawled just above the massive computer that controlled each and every other computer in the facility and waited, silent as a cat stalking its early morning rabbit.

There was only one personal in the room, a man in his mid to late 40s, bald, around three hundred pounds leaning back in his chair eating a hot dog. Brushing the crumbs from his mouth, he popped his head out the door, "Yo. Than. Can I go pee? I seriously. Need to Pee."

"Dude, your break is in like, fifteen minutes! Can't you wait that long?"

"No man. I drank the biggie sized drink... in under five."

"You've gotta be Feebasin' me! You got the Wailmer size?"

"No... the Wailord."

"Jeez... I'll make sure nobody goes in the bloody door... Just hurry..."

"Thanks man!" He scampered out of the room like a dog that had been locked inside all die with an increasing need to relieve himself, stopping just long enough to lock the door behind him.

Heh. It stops people from coming in... through the door. Moving the grate to the side, dropped easily to the carpetted ground, rolling it out to avoid injury as quietly as she could. Standing up, she rubbed the dust from her nose and made quick work of the door by shoving an empty chair under the doorknob and stepped to the main computer, opening the application file clearly labled, "Admin Settings" and its pair, "Observation of the computers in the building" They didn't think anybody would get up here... and the big problems occur on the network, not the main server computer... Teehee.... They were wrong. Giggling lightly, she sat back in a second free chair (not coated in man sweat.) Looking over the availble options, she couldn't help remembering something her sempai had told her once before, long ago.

Nya, listen to me Kyoko. On a group of LANed computers, you have this ability as the admin guy to see everything they're doing. It's called Remote Desktop. Now, the fun comes with something called "Lock Screen" If you do it right, you can make it so that everybody that's directly connected to the network can't do a bloody thing. Serious fun and the only way out of it is to hit unlock. Which means they'll either have to disconnect from the network or get to your computer. So... if you're gunna use it, be careful.

Nodding lightly, she found the said button and was then prompted for a "personalized message" The smirk still evident on her face, she couldn't supress an almost cackle of a giggle as she quickly entered a small phrase in the box, clicked a few settings and hit the "lock all" check box before hitting "apply"

Every computer in the WaiWai building now had an undeletable white screen that simply read in small black text "pwned by a brat"

And it was then Kyoko realized her mistake

They knew exactly where she was

And she didn't know how to fix it.

Fumbling in her bag for her pokegear, she quickly scanned through her contacts, shaking visibly til she managed to send a paniced text message to the only person she thought could possibly get her out of this mess. It simply read: "Umm... if I told you I got into the WaiWai Server.... and I don't know how to make it so they don't know it's me, would you A) believe me and would you B) Please please PLEASE help me? T___T I dunno what to do from here at all! - Kyoko"

and she hit send, watching the little bunny character tell her the message had safetly gotten to Chain.

Now all she could was wait... and hope the door held with the extra couple boxes and the cabinet she'd managed to shove against it as well and also she had to just pray the lady believed the locked door, running water and fan trully meant she.. was in there for a reason.

Yeah. All in all, she was screwed.

 

[Alter Ego]

OOC: Woo hoo! Activity...nyah, welcome back, Kogenta. A thing or three has occured since you dissapeared, ne? ^-^

As for your post, Mika...I swear everyone is dising Waiwai's security measures. ~_~ Slythe is a paranoid loon, m'kay? He would never leave complete control over local computers to anyone other than himself. Also, Vincent is his main admin (Slythe being a budding world conqurer and all). Oh well, I've got a little back-up plan figured out, so I'll just post that in. Only problem is how Kyoko will escape, cos' I really can't picture Valen giving a hand here (Unless there's some serious profit for him), and Chain hacking his way through full security...nyah, not the easiest of imaginings. o.o

IC:

"pwned by a brat..."

Vincent shook his head as the message appeared on his screen, remaining quite calmly in his seat even as the duplicates of said message began causing havoc all around him. 'Looks like someone is playing around with the decoy...' the security chief grinned mirthlessly, 'Someone who apparently doesn't know who they're up against.'

With equal calm he then proceeded to shut his office door and lock it, releasing Whisper to keep watch in case of eavesdroppers before heading back to his computer and carefully extracting a small module from one of the pockets of his suit which he then quite unceremoniously attached to the computer, a small window with the words "Input master access" rebelliously popping up in front of the violating message.

There was one good thing about working for Slythe, Vincent contemplated as he began typing out the numbers and letters. The Viper leader's often irrate and megalomanic scheemes were a bother and the constant paranoia was even worse, but if there was one thing you could count on it was that there was always a back door, usually even a back door to the back door just in case. In fact, the whole security system consisted of a complicated series of access restrictions and the official server control machine was only about a halfway point, loomed over by the chain of authority which was Lori, Vincent, and Slythe, with Slythe on the very top, each member of the chain being fully capable of overriding any decisions made by users of lover rank, provided of course that they gave the correct access code. It was an incredibly clumsy and inconvenient system with lots of room for 'but's and 'if's, but at times like these, it did come in handy.

"Access confirmed." the computer reported, adding a polite "Welcome, user Vincent." before opening up a fully functional desktop.

'That's better...' the security chief mused, promptly unchecking the 'lock all' box and hitting apply. This alone wasn't enough, however, as whoever had hijacked the computer could still keep putting the lock command back up and sealing all the other machines in the building again, if said person was really bent on being a nuisance, anyway.

"Iris..." he said absently, "Confirm user login for the server control."

{Commencing...} the digitalized voice replied dutifully, {Login confirmed as Local Administrator.}

"Figures..." Vincent muttered, "Someone probably had places to go and suckered a grunt to watch it for five minutes after which the grunt had to go and all that rot...Iris, please make a note of docking wages for all employees in the server control room, lock all priviliges of 'Local Administrator' until further notice, then summon security to said area - Code 5: Unauthorized entry and posing as an administrator. Oh, and try to establish visual contact with the server control machine."

The security chief leaned back as the alarm sounded, waiting for any possible video uplink. If the intruder hadn't had the sense to black out the security cameras of the room then this would be a simple matter to solve, escape or no.

'Come now...' Vincent though quietly, smirking for himself, 'I certainly expected something a bit more advanced from you...Chain.'

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"Code 5 alert on floor 12! Come on, men, move it! You too, ladies!"

One of the head grunts ran straight past Valen in the corridor, his face slightly flustered from all the hollering as he stopped in front of a small queue of female employees, some of them wearing guard uniforms, others clearly seeming to be regular employees.

"I said move it!" the man continued, "We've got a situation here!"

"Well so do we!" one of the women snapped back, giving him a deathstare, "Some obnoxious brat has been hogging the bathroom for almost half an hour now!"

"Can't you give the little sweetie some time?" the woman in front of said room pleaded nervously, "She's obviously trying her best..."

'Obnoxious brat...' Valen mused for himself, drawing a bit further from the escalating conflict - which the head grunt now seemed to be on the losing side of - and casually beginning to stroll towards the employee staircase. It might not have been as fast as taking the elevator, but at least he didn't have to spend an agonizing time of waiting in the company of sweating obese men in their fourties and dolled up secretary ladies who were still trying to look like they weren't a day over twenty, 'If I didn't know better I'd say that it was-' he paused, suddenly noticing something off about the staircase. It was well known that it was rarely used, almost never, in fact, and so Valen was quite surprised to see a fresh set of partial footprints heading up them, even moreso when said footprints seemed to have been made of dust and dirt rather than the lack thereof.

"Dirt..." the boy frowned, crouching down to examine one of the prints closer, "Not many places where you get that kind of stuff in this pretentious place..." he let his gaze travel in the direction the prints were coming from, his eyes narrowing slightly as he noticed that they stopped just beneath the air vent. The vent was closed of course, and way too small for a full-grown person to squeeze through, but only a fool wouldn't make any effort to cover their tracks, and suppose that the intruder wasn't a full-grown man but a puny little child?

"Seirini." he said, nonchalantly flicking the Arbok's pokéball onto the floor, the snake pokémon soon materializing in a flash of light and looking up alertly, "What can you tell me about the scent of these footprints?" he gestured towards the set, knowing that Arboks - like most snakes - possessed quite terrible eyesight, relying far more on their senses of touch and smell to survive.

'Small...' Valen contemplated, placing one of his own heavy boots beside one of the prints for comparison, 'And probably hurried since he - or perhapse she - doesn't seem to have put their foot down in full at any point. Seems fairly light too, with such faint traces.'

{It...sssmellsss vaguely familiar...} Seirini remarked, looking up, {...but I cannot plassce the ssscent. Perhapsss sssomeone we encountered in the crowd?} had the Arbok possessed shoulders she would probably have shrugged by now, {Ssshouldn't we be joining the othersss...Valen?} she nodded towards another crowd rushing off in the corridor on the other side, repating the code 5 command again.

"No." the boy replied nonchalantly, "Slythe put me on hold until further notice, so why should I bother with this enforcer nonsense? Let the grunts bash themselves stupid against sealed doors trying to get in to our intruder..." he smirked, "I think I just found their way out. Come on." he gestured for the snake pokémon to follow as he took up a casual stride in the direction of the partial footprints. 'After all...' he told himself, 'It's not like I'm in a rush...it's just a diversion, and the longer I keep it up the longer I can enjoy it.'

 

[Mika]

-OoC-

<33~ I love you Alter. -huggle-

XD Nya, remember you're dealing with an immature hacker. xp And every freakin system has a weakness. o-o -nodnod- And it's fun to insult security systems. <3 Except for the Team Rocket one. CUZ I DESIGNED IT. X3 -sweatdrop-

Then Maxie went and blew it up. xx; pfft.

I'll post ic in a few~

 

[Kogenta]

[OOC: Thank you. ^-^

On an unrelated note: https://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20060705/ap_on_re_us/simpl_wurdz ]

Another call? Hearing a steady series of beeps emitted from his customized Pokenav, Chain again removed the object from his pocket. And, flicking it open, he read the received message.

"Umm... if I told you I got into the WaiWai Server.... and I don't know how to make it so they don't know it's me, would you A) believe me and would you B) Please please PLEASE help me? T___T I dunno what to do from here at all! - Kyoko"

Is she serious? Chain's normally passive expression twisted into a mixture of surprise and confusion, edged with concern and skepticism. What was she thinking? Or rather, was she thinking?

His green-gold eyes flashing, Chain swiftly typed a replied message. "Based on your signal, I'll attempt to pinpoint your position. But, for the moment, explain the situation to me as quickly as possible." He sent the message. Reaching toward his belt, the trainer removed and expanded Abra's Pokeball as his other hand entered a series of commands into his Pokenav, attempting to track Kyoko. Though Chain's expression had somewhat calmed, a tense aura still surrounded him. This is taking longer than I would have liked . . . Wherever she is, it better not be anywhere near the WaiWai Inc. main building.

Suddenly, Chain paused as another thought occured to him. His grip on Abra's Pokeball tightened. Kyoko doesn't know I hacked into WaiWai Inc.'s systems earlier. And, it's likely WaiWai Inc. doesn't know there is more than one hacker . . . If Kyoko is caught, she might be blamed for anything I did earlier. An uncharacteristic impatience entered the hacker's manner as he gritted his teeth. This is a game I can't afford to lose.

 

[Charon]

{ooc| lol Mika! Kyoko's got a lot up her sleeve. xD
I'm so sorry guys, I really am, but I'm just too busy to post at the moment. On Monday I'm going on a school trip to Dublin for five days (we're visiting the guinness factory! |D) and I need to keep on all of my coursework this weekend. I will post if I get a chance!

And Kogenta... wth? That would confuse me!}

 

[Capricorn]

Name: Cappy
Age: 18
Gender: Female (lol)
Appearance: Cappy is a 5"10 teen who weighs 120 pounds. She has straight, Cherry Red hair and blue eyes. Her skin colur is white, but when she gets in the sun it quickly turns a little tan. At appearance, she looks like a shy- lonely individual. Getting to know her makes this all turn upsidedown. She dresses normally in: a long, white skirt, wears white high, heels, and wears a white shirt. She wears gold earings, and a gold matching locket her grandmother gave her years ago..... She is very decent-looking, and attracts men 70.5% of the time.

Personality: Cappy is a very calm young lady who- loves nursing sick pokemon. When she is with her friends she is a little outgoing, speaks a lot, and listens great. When she's new around she is shy at first- and it takes 4-7 days to warm up. She also loves to pokemon battle- her love for it is undying and has beaten 4 Gym leaders so far. Cappy is a very bright lady who likes to comfort sadf people and pokemon alike. If she ever encountered a situation where she would be forced to hurt / harm someone- even someone she doesn't know or even like, she would ive her own life. Anyone can become cappy's friend in a manner of minutes.

Pokémon:
Milotic
Cappy's First pokemon. Cappy recieved it as a Feebas from her Grandmother, at the time not knowing what would it become. But even so she loved it with all her soul even with its appearance. one day, she found some dry pokeblocks in the store and decided to treat Feebas for its bithday. She fed it a lot and when they went out to play she found a seviper-
who poisoned her. Feebas- with his love and enoguh beuty evolved into milotic, kicked seviper's butt, and took Cappy to a hospital. Milotic is now an experienced battler- and has won many battles in it's time.

Pikachu
Pikachu was Cappy's second pokemon. She encountered it lost in the deep, reaches of the forest seperated by its family perhaps. She quickly brought it home and nursed it back to health. One day, when they all went out for a walk- they found Pikachu's family. Pikachu was free to go- but he wanted to stay with Cappy, so he did.

Pidgeotto
Pidgeotto was encountereed by Cappy in a forest Forest, after her battle with a Gym Leader (which was a very close win, but she lost). She caught it with a great ball.




RP Sample: It was a sunny day on the Beach and Cappy, again was turning tan. She was there for some beach vollleyball when she heard a small squeal. Looking to her side she saw two men harming a small innocent spinarak. Cappy quickly rushed to the scene and said:

"You to cut that out! don't you have a heart? Hurting an innocent little pokemon like this! You should be ashamed!"
The two men looked at her with awe and said:
"Oh, we are so sorry we ever did anything to make you mad madame."
"it's madameoiselle, thank you!" said cappy
"Really! then the spot's open?!"
"How dare you!" said cappy.
SLAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"Owww! said the man." That's it! I've had enough of your silly games Missy-"
"Who said i was playing games? i was trying to stop you two meanies from hurting the Spinirak which is now gone so I can just leave now."
" Go! Zubat!"
"No! I do not want to pokemon battle you now, I have a volleyball game- and I don't want to hurt your precious pokemon."
"Zubat! Wing Attack!"
"Milotic! Take the hit and ice beam!"
Poof!
"What? Lets get outta here man! I have no time for this!"
Cappy played a good game of volleyball and soon went home, took more care of some of the daycare pokemon left with her, and quietly went to bed.

 

[Mika]

-OoC-

o.o -sweats-

-waits for Alter's wrath to decend upon the board-

I'll post in the morrow. My sister kicked me off my comp and closed the posty window afore I could save. >>

 

[Alter Ego]

OOC:

...

@Capricorn

Okay kiddies, let's, for a moment, pretend that I'm a bomb, m'kay?

Teh alter bomb -> @---------------------------------------

The fancy line there is my fuse. Now observe what happens when your post causes ignition:

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@----*

See where the fuse is going? That's not a good sign. o.o Quite simply, it means that grandpa Alter is not very happy right now. <<

THE SIGN-UPS HAVE BEEN CLOSED FOR THE LAST 36 PAGES AND WERE ALREADY DECLARED TO BE OVER LAST DECEMBER!

Now how might you have known this? There are two subtle hints to be found. The first is the fact that this RP has already progressed to the 38th page, which, in RPing terms, is pretty darn far (Unless we're talking about N00B one-liner RPs which this one definitely isn't) and the second hint is the far more subtle little note I made on the second page of the RP. Allow me to quote:

~Sign-ups are now officially over~
​

Didn't either of these things ring a bell for you? And incidentally, your sign-up was weak average with a very unconvincing RP Sample so even if you had made it in time I would most probably not have accepted you anyway. Really, stop posting into RPs that are already well underway, it's very obnoxious and off-putting and it ticks people like me off. First off, read the friggen' posts to see if applications are still open, and even then; don't clog up the RP but PM the RP master instead! Don't make me use my herring... <___<

End of discussion. Oh yeah, and to make it official you are: ~DECLINED~ with an extra big font for your tactless behaviour.


That aside...Kogenta, that article you found is scary...people trying to bastardize the language just because they're too bloody lazy to learn it? @_@ Sure, the spelling bee competitions are stupid, no argument there, but the whole 'it would reduce illiteracy' argument sucks. Technically, we could also reduce crime by declaring that criminals aren't criminals, but that wouldn't change what they are, now would it? This whole alternate spelling bussiness is the decay of language as we know it, it's quite simply picking on the literates in favour of the illiterate, which isn't any fairer than the current system, just a reversal. What America needs to do is put a bit of time and money into a proper educational system, not start meddling with the rules in order to brush the problem under the nearest carpet. <<

IC will be up after Mika's is.