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Logmon1: I really don't want to sound mean or to disappoint you in any way. But you make way too much spelling mistakes. Sometimes I have difficulty understanding what you write, because I don't know what you meant to write. I am still working on telepathy, but I am not very good at it right now, so you either have to correct most of your spelling mistakes in the post (and promise you won't make so many in the future) or you'll have to stop posting in this thread. I am sorry for being so didactic and pedantic, but I really want to make this RPG look good.
To those looking for Ho-Oh: Okay, it's really good that we have people who are looking for a common cure. That would certainly be a new storyline in the RPG. All of you have two obvious choices: To unite and help each other in the finding of Ho-Oh, or each of you trying to find it individually relying only on his/her own abilities. That is up to each of you. Either way it's fine because all of those who look for Ho-Oh would meet earlier than the others. Although it does not mean that you'll meet in the next post. Aim to meet once everybody makes 3 posts from now. I will read through your posts and determine the setting of your meeting. By setting I mean the background, not the actual establishment. Otherwise it would be confusing. For example if you meet somewhere in the see, you can't throw stones, this sort of stuff. It would make it more clear for you I hope and the reader as well.
To all who chose psychic legend/twisted spoon: I've got a really good idea about what you actually are looking for. But first I'd like to hear your ideas about the matter. What is going to be your cure? PM me about it if you don't want to spoil the story. Actually it would be better if you PM. That's all for now.
IC: The playful sunlight of the next morning found George's face as it were hours ago. He hadn't moved, his eyes still fixed on the eastern horizon. He was waiting patiently for the sunrise. The rays touched his cheeks making them pink from the warmth, and continued down his bare neck. They brought life in his very skin. His eyes reflected shining blue. It was so unbelievably wonderful. After those dreadful nightmares, George couldn't even think of going to sleep again. He spent his time thinking about the good moments he had had with his brother. They were not a whole lot, but they were as precious to him, as anything related to his brother could be. He knew that they were sacred, and were the only motivation he had left to start his quest. He knew it was going to be an exhausting journey for both body and soul but he left home with the clear consciousness that he wanted to do it.
The sunrise had awoken the other inhabbitants of this deserted place. Birds were quietly singing, accomanied sometimes by the loud uncertain peck of a Fearow. It was time to get going. George packed up all his belongings, took his bycicle, which was by the way a present from his brother, and started riding down the hill. The weather did not suggest anything related to shelter or food, so he decided that he would travel as much as he could this day, slowly shortening the distance to Ecruteak city.
From what he heard it must be a beautiful city, Ecruteak. Especially when it had to offer such attractive sites as the Burned Tower. He loved to visit ancient places, ruined by nature or civilization. Everytime he went to such a relic, he learned new and useful information about himself. This time, he thought, it was not going to be different. He pedalled the bicycle hard, wishing to reach Ecruteak as fast as possible.
Logmon1: I really don't want to sound mean or to disappoint you in any way. But you make way too much spelling mistakes. Sometimes I have difficulty understanding what you write, because I don't know what you meant to write. I am still working on telepathy, but I am not very good at it right now, so you either have to correct most of your spelling mistakes in the post (and promise you won't make so many in the future) or you'll have to stop posting in this thread. I am sorry for being so didactic and pedantic, but I really want to make this RPG look good.
To those looking for Ho-Oh: Okay, it's really good that we have people who are looking for a common cure. That would certainly be a new storyline in the RPG. All of you have two obvious choices: To unite and help each other in the finding of Ho-Oh, or each of you trying to find it individually relying only on his/her own abilities. That is up to each of you. Either way it's fine because all of those who look for Ho-Oh would meet earlier than the others. Although it does not mean that you'll meet in the next post. Aim to meet once everybody makes 3 posts from now. I will read through your posts and determine the setting of your meeting. By setting I mean the background, not the actual establishment. Otherwise it would be confusing. For example if you meet somewhere in the see, you can't throw stones, this sort of stuff. It would make it more clear for you I hope and the reader as well.
To all who chose psychic legend/twisted spoon: I've got a really good idea about what you actually are looking for. But first I'd like to hear your ideas about the matter. What is going to be your cure? PM me about it if you don't want to spoil the story. Actually it would be better if you PM. That's all for now.
IC: The playful sunlight of the next morning found George's face as it were hours ago. He hadn't moved, his eyes still fixed on the eastern horizon. He was waiting patiently for the sunrise. The rays touched his cheeks making them pink from the warmth, and continued down his bare neck. They brought life in his very skin. His eyes reflected shining blue. It was so unbelievably wonderful. After those dreadful nightmares, George couldn't even think of going to sleep again. He spent his time thinking about the good moments he had had with his brother. They were not a whole lot, but they were as precious to him, as anything related to his brother could be. He knew that they were sacred, and were the only motivation he had left to start his quest. He knew it was going to be an exhausting journey for both body and soul but he left home with the clear consciousness that he wanted to do it.
The sunrise had awoken the other inhabbitants of this deserted place. Birds were quietly singing, accomanied sometimes by the loud uncertain peck of a Fearow. It was time to get going. George packed up all his belongings, took his bycicle, which was by the way a present from his brother, and started riding down the hill. The weather did not suggest anything related to shelter or food, so he decided that he would travel as much as he could this day, slowly shortening the distance to Ecruteak city.
From what he heard it must be a beautiful city, Ecruteak. Especially when it had to offer such attractive sites as the Burned Tower. He loved to visit ancient places, ruined by nature or civilization. Everytime he went to such a relic, he learned new and useful information about himself. This time, he thought, it was not going to be different. He pedalled the bicycle hard, wishing to reach Ecruteak as fast as possible.
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