RocketMemberMichael
My Mew...He is...Dying...
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- I am sobbing with Mew...He is dying...
- Seen Apr 12, 2016
Michael looked to the eighteen year old Ziekku, then to Albert, he felt wierd travelling with two men, it did`nt feel right, he was only fourteen, `No!` he thought to himself, `I cannot go with these people, it is odd to travel with strangers you don`t know`
OOC: I just wanted to say, when my Pokemon speak their words will be in italics, this is only used for pokemon to pokemon talk as humans cannot understand it. Ok now I will carry on with the roleplay.
"Look Ziekku, Albert...I can`t travel with you guys...I need to stay here, help rebuild this island, and then go home." Michael turned away from Albert and Ziekku without saying goodbye, he hated saying goodbye. Pikachu was still crying.. They walked for a little while before Michael came across a road, it was perfectly unharmed, he looked at the road, he had never seen it before? Was it knew? Surely it could`nt be new, how could somebody build a road in one day, Michael`s instincts told him to turn back, but he never listened to his insticts. Instead he decided to follow the road.
"No don`t go there! It is a trap!" Pikachu screamed attemping to communicate with Michael, but all that he could hear was, "PIK! PIKCHU! Pikachu!" He ignored the hysterical Pokemon as he had been crying for ages, so Michael picked him up, stroked his furry yellow head, and headed down the mysterious road.
OOC: I just wanted to say, when my Pokemon speak their words will be in italics, this is only used for pokemon to pokemon talk as humans cannot understand it. Ok now I will carry on with the roleplay.
"Look Ziekku, Albert...I can`t travel with you guys...I need to stay here, help rebuild this island, and then go home." Michael turned away from Albert and Ziekku without saying goodbye, he hated saying goodbye. Pikachu was still crying.. They walked for a little while before Michael came across a road, it was perfectly unharmed, he looked at the road, he had never seen it before? Was it knew? Surely it could`nt be new, how could somebody build a road in one day, Michael`s instincts told him to turn back, but he never listened to his insticts. Instead he decided to follow the road.
"No don`t go there! It is a trap!" Pikachu screamed attemping to communicate with Michael, but all that he could hear was, "PIK! PIKCHU! Pikachu!" He ignored the hysterical Pokemon as he had been crying for ages, so Michael picked him up, stroked his furry yellow head, and headed down the mysterious road.