Deathspector
I'm so hardcore, I'm "X"-rated
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- Sad and alone with no one to care for...
- Seen Dec 20, 2007
OOC: Nope, no problems with your posts. In fact, they're pretty good. of course, You'll have to wait until we're all at Cinnabar before heading off in search of the temple. We do not find out about the powers of the Crystal shards, or even know that it is a part of a crystal until our Pok?mon tell us. Also, I write in first person, so...
IC:
The windy pathway of Route one looked forbodeing as I stared across its vast emptiness. I was glad that I wasn't forced to travel across that pathway. It sent shivers down my spine, eventhough I was standing several feet away from the begining of the path. I looked back over my shoulder.
There, placed in the groudn was the very reason I was here. It was a small gem of sorts, no longer than the length of my middle finger, and no thicker than the width of my thumb. Yet it seemed to draw me closer and closer. I bent down, and scooped it up.
It felt warm on my numb fingers. It was winter in Pallet Town, and the winds were reaching record high speeds. It was a good thing I was wearing my cloak, or else I would surely have been frozen by now.
The gem looked like it had been broken, but broken with such perfection that it was hard to see that it was actually broken. For a split second, I believed that the jewel was meant to be like that.
I turned the jewel back an forth within my hands, and suddenly, light errupted from within it, sending messages to my brain. i couldn't believe wat they were saying...
IC:
The windy pathway of Route one looked forbodeing as I stared across its vast emptiness. I was glad that I wasn't forced to travel across that pathway. It sent shivers down my spine, eventhough I was standing several feet away from the begining of the path. I looked back over my shoulder.
There, placed in the groudn was the very reason I was here. It was a small gem of sorts, no longer than the length of my middle finger, and no thicker than the width of my thumb. Yet it seemed to draw me closer and closer. I bent down, and scooped it up.
It felt warm on my numb fingers. It was winter in Pallet Town, and the winds were reaching record high speeds. It was a good thing I was wearing my cloak, or else I would surely have been frozen by now.
The gem looked like it had been broken, but broken with such perfection that it was hard to see that it was actually broken. For a split second, I believed that the jewel was meant to be like that.
I turned the jewel back an forth within my hands, and suddenly, light errupted from within it, sending messages to my brain. i couldn't believe wat they were saying...