Alter Ego
that evil mod from hell
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- 19
- Years
- Age 37
- Touhou land, grazing danmaku all the way
- Seen Aug 8, 2010
OOC: Yeah, I kind of figured you were. Would already have posted yesterday, but I accomplished way too little in way too much time, as usual...-.-
IC:
"Oh, I don't know about that, Oliver-sama." Yikari commented, struggling hard not to laugh as he walked closer to study the pain-on corridor, "And at any rate, our dear Chrysso-sama certainly did a fine job." he added with a slight hint of reverence in his voice, experimentally tapping the wall, "The paint job was very well done."
The boy didn't continue though, seeing as how the others were apparently quite preoccupied with moving along, and merely shrugged as he followed them.
Hagure hadn't paid much heed to the incident, still focusing on Wilbur as he continued, {Game's up, Eustace!} he proclaimed, pointing an accusing finger at the Spoink, {An' I didn't say nuthin' about you owin' me anythin', I said you should owe up 'bout wat' you dun'! So owe up!}
Hiro, who had been extremely focused on ignoring the Haunter this far, let out a quiet groan at the statement, proceeding to walk ahead of Yikari so as to get even further from the annoying ghost pokémon. As they finally reached what looked like an actually inhabited room, Yikari's expression brightened further.
"Second time's the charm, right?" he asked no-one in particular as he stepped forward.
{Actually it's the thir-} Hiro began, but before he could continue, his trainer had already adressed the peculiar lab-coat man who was presumably proffessor Chrysso. The Houndoom cast a distasteful glance at the room, to his mind, the first criterion to measure another person's worth by was how he treated his den, and needless to say, this...Chrysso, certainly hadn't made a favourable impression on him.
"Chrysso-sama, I presume?" Yikari asked, bowing dramatically to the figure who was still standing with his back turned, seemingly completely absorbed in whatever he was doing.
IC:
"Oh, I don't know about that, Oliver-sama." Yikari commented, struggling hard not to laugh as he walked closer to study the pain-on corridor, "And at any rate, our dear Chrysso-sama certainly did a fine job." he added with a slight hint of reverence in his voice, experimentally tapping the wall, "The paint job was very well done."
The boy didn't continue though, seeing as how the others were apparently quite preoccupied with moving along, and merely shrugged as he followed them.
Hagure hadn't paid much heed to the incident, still focusing on Wilbur as he continued, {Game's up, Eustace!} he proclaimed, pointing an accusing finger at the Spoink, {An' I didn't say nuthin' about you owin' me anythin', I said you should owe up 'bout wat' you dun'! So owe up!}
Hiro, who had been extremely focused on ignoring the Haunter this far, let out a quiet groan at the statement, proceeding to walk ahead of Yikari so as to get even further from the annoying ghost pokémon. As they finally reached what looked like an actually inhabited room, Yikari's expression brightened further.
"Second time's the charm, right?" he asked no-one in particular as he stepped forward.
{Actually it's the thir-} Hiro began, but before he could continue, his trainer had already adressed the peculiar lab-coat man who was presumably proffessor Chrysso. The Houndoom cast a distasteful glance at the room, to his mind, the first criterion to measure another person's worth by was how he treated his den, and needless to say, this...Chrysso, certainly hadn't made a favourable impression on him.
"Chrysso-sama, I presume?" Yikari asked, bowing dramatically to the figure who was still standing with his back turned, seemingly completely absorbed in whatever he was doing.