:P Would say sorry, but I'm afraid I've not got the motivation for it. After nearly two months of distractions (school, girlfriend, being dumped), you lot finally get updates.
I'll try to be swifter next time. But you guys have to understand, my motivation only goes so far. PM me after two or three weeks, I won't mind. I know this is usually a big 'no-no' for you lot, and it's not going to help you with other updators, but I need a soft push every now and then. :P But don't nag me in the thread. I don't like being publicly scolded.
Kickle Cubicle - Happily agreeing to help Luna, you listen carefully as she gives you very specific directions to his house. Pocketing your Pokeballs, you straighten your satchel, and head uout down the main street of Seaside City, a pink umbrella graciously provided by Luna clutched tightly in your hand. Pit-pat go your feet and you trek through cool puddles. Pit, pat. Pit, pat. You begin humming along with the tun. CLANG! A gutter shivers in the wind. Pit. Pat. CLANG! Pit. Pat. CLANG! you keep humming. You have to admit, as you trek across the city, the sounds of the urban streets is quite catchy.
The sounds of the street grow dimmer, as you find yourself pressing further and further out of the business district, and further and further into the...well off...part of town. All around you, large, marble fences encase well-groomed, neatly manicured lawns. Houses larger than entire neightbors drag the sky, which flashes a vivid blue, as though the storm that encased the poorer man's home didn't care creep closer to that of the wealthy. Your feet seem to take control of themselves, quickly assuming a quicker pace. This place kinda makes you nervious, you realize, as large guard Arcanine eyes you from their chains, and maids and butlers cross the various grounds, eyeing you distastefully. A small child dressed in what looks to be a suit that costs more than your entire house stares at yuo from behind the gate, before making a rather...obscene jesture...and walking away.
Groaning, you wrack your brain in an effort to remember the house number Luna gave you. It started with a '9', you can remember that much, but you're not quite sure what the last two digits were. Across from you, three houses stand, with their house numbers emblazoned in gold lettering upon their door--916, 917, and 918. They're the only '9' Block houses on this street, so you're fairly certain it's one of them. What will you do?
Eeveeboy_geoff - I know you want updates. I really understand that. However, I didn't particularly appreciate you questioning in the FT thread whether or not I still update. Next time you have an inquiry, please PM me, okay? Thank you.
With limited interest in your surroundings, you reluctantly pick the least boring thing here: The souvenier stand. You pick over the merchandise, but find nothing of real interest. A plastic pompom, a keychain proclaiming 'Seaside City Cheer-Off '05!', what looks to be a drinking cup of sorts...
Nothing of interest, you decide. Looking around, you realize, though, that Inferno is missing. Groaning, you glance around, trying to find the vulpine before he gets itno trouble. No luck. with heavy steps and curse on your tongue, you set out across the stadium floor, eyes trailing the ground for a glimps of red fur. Beanth the chairs, in the bathrooms, even inside the announcer's booth, you're about to have a caniption when yuo spot a brownish tail poking out from within the crowd. Storming over, your hunch is onfirmed as you see your compainion staring up the skirt of a Cheerleader with a massive Ninetails tail pinned to her costume. You drag him away, and begin to scold him, when a sharp hand reaches out from within the mob of people, and pulls you uncomfortably close to a greasy looking teenage boy.
"Hey, mister, wanna play a game?", he enquires. what will you do?
MetalGardevoir - Battered, bruised, but still up for an adventure, you take a break to feed your Pokemon (and yourself) and then set out on your way through the Mystical Woodlands, your makeshift lighthouse of sorts crackling in the background. With Nyx scooping away the brush in front of you, you find your trek fairly effortless, and decide to lose yourself in the surroundings, since it's about the only think you can do. Everywhere around you, you can hear soft Pokemon cries from the trees above, and on occasion a fleeting shadow trails the ground in the light of the setting sun. All in all, it's very peaceful, and after your little ordeal with Claire you're not too opposed to such tranquilities. Even Nyx seems soothed by the calmness of the forest, and as the last drops of red sunlight evaporate from the earth, you both take a brief moment to admire the full moon above, shining silver and speckled like a giant tortilla.
Heaving a sigh, you continue on the the forest as the massive orb shines above you. At first, you don't particularly notice anything, but after a few long moments you slowly begin to realize that the peace is a bit TOO overpowering. Despite the warm air wafting around you, a shiver runs up your spine. The forest, once alive with the cheerful crooning of Pokemon, now lay silent, the trees bathed in a soft crimson glow which, to your horror, you reealize is coming from the moon. Once a brilliant silver-gold, the giant star seems to be seeping blood, the gut wrenching glow washing over everything. Turning around, you're met with the most putrid of stenches. All around you, every inch of the massive wood seems to dying, the beautiful green leaves a sickening brown, thick purple puss seeming to ooze from the bark of every massive tree. Choking harshly, you can hardly move as the sick aroma of rotting meat overcomes your senses. Dizzy, your stomach churning, you stumble across the now bubbling ground, thich purple goo cling to your ankles, dragging you down. As the last bit of air escape from your lungs, the poisonous gas seizing hold you you, the very last thing that flashes before your eyes is Nyx, frantically trying to defend himself against a black mass. With a shaking hand you reach out, trying to help, but it's too late. Your eyes flutter closed, as the sweet escape of uncontiousness embraces you.
You awake sometime later, still trapped somewhat the now hardening muck. With a groan, you pull yourself free, stinking of all sorts of vile substances. Looking about, it doesn't take long for you to realize that Nyx is gone, and, even worse, there's a particularly angry looking Mightyena staring you down, hardly feet from you. What will you do?
Psyshadow - Exasperated, you halfhearted explain the concept to the three burly men, who still seem bewildered. Sighing you explain it again. And again. And again. Finally, they seem to catch on. Unfortunately, there's only one problem: They don't own any Pokemon. Running your fingers through your hair, you watch as the fubble about, trying to figure out what to do.
"I used to have a Marill when I was a kid.", Harry gushes.
"My Growlithe ran away two years ago...", Heuy admits sheepishly.
Lance just scratched his head. "I'm alergic to Skitty fur..."
Lips curling down into a frown, you bore your eyes into the very souls of these imbeciles, unitl, finally, Harry seems to get an idea. Waddlinf across the dock, he lumbers down the wooden planks, his girth shaking the very boards to their core, until, much to your relef, he boards his ship. Crashes and bangs fill the air as you watch the tiy ship wiggle and rattle, looking as though it may sink at any moment. Finally, he poks his round little head out of a cabin and grins, waving a long thin pole in the air madly.
"We'll fish!", he bellowed, clambering back down onto the dock, fishing pole on hand. "Or, more specifically, you will. This place is TEAMING with Magikarp. You can go out and catch a bunch, and each of us will take one. Then we'll measure it, and who ever's got the biggest will be the one who takes you to the island! What d'ya say?"
Smiling, he thrusts the pole at you. What will you do?
Lonely Wanderer - After a brief arguement with your hellish little companion, her, of course, winning, you reluctantly set out for the dark mysteries of the Deserted Fairground. Though you start out in the heart of Seaside City, surrounded by the smells of exhaust fumes and the loud screech of car horns as another busy day progresses, you soon find yourself in the light wooded outskirts, where everything is peaceful and lovely. Beside you, Hena-chan scampers about, oh-so-pleased to be among the seemingly endless aray of interests, her nose poking into bushes, crannies, tree roots, and every other vacant area in which it can fit. Every so often, you'll hear a pokemon cry out, or see your faithful black hound scamper off after a stray Ratatta or Zigzagoon, each time marching back, the occasional little scratch on her nose, evidence that whatever creature she had set after was not in the mood to play. Eventually, you and the pooch both out of breath, you come upon a loose steal gate which seems to protude without explaination from a wall of ivy and vines. Peaking in through the rusted bars, you can see charred rides, dust-covered concession stands, and all sorts of creepy shapes. Hoisting yourself over the massive iron bars, watching carefully as Hena scrunches herself beneath the gate, you can't help but notice that the sky has become eerily dark in this area, despite the sun shining so vividly only a few moments before.Trying your best to brush it ff, you drop from the gate, landing roughly on all fours. Before you, Hena is already dashing off to investigate everything, and, with a bit of a bad feeling in your gut, you follow. Hardly cotrolling herself, the little four-legged mogrel darts from side to side, anything and everything being of interest to her. A House of Mirrors, cracked and shatterd...and old ferris wheel which tips to one side...even thr blacked remains of an old rollercoaster seem to call to this curious pup. Eventually, she looks to you, as if to ask for your opinion. What will you do?
HakuBlue - After a bit of contemplating, you decide to go to Intando Villiage.
Orange ray's of sunlight stretch over the city as you unearth yourself frrom your hotel bed, throwing clothes onto your previously PJ-clad bodies as dawn consumes ever inch of the room through your open window. Today, you deice, was the day that you would go to check out the mysterious Intando Village, and nothing, you knew, was going to stop you. You scarf down a cereal bar (the food of champions), and make your way down the stairs, before even the manager wakes from his peaceful slumber.Throwing your satchel over your shoulder, you yawn, and set out through the city, the soft green hues of the Enchanted forest visible even from there.
Feet crunching over dark asphalt, eyes still fluttering in an attempt to sleep every now and then, you watch in mild amusement as Children scamper by, ready and eager to catch their bu for the day. An Azumarill bounces after a little girl as she fiddles with her pink backpack, and across the road, a stern looking business woman chats idly with her equally-serious looking mightyena as they head off to some big skyscraper bank far off across the city.
Crunch crunch. slowly, just as the sun's hues change from orange to gold, gold to bright yellow, the earth beneath your feet also changes. Asphalt to red clay, red clay to sodden earth...
Great, green trees bloom around you, their sharp, cinnamon-like smell taking over your senses. Tou're not sure howlong you've walked, but it feels nice out here. Crunch, crunch. Crunch, crunch. Feat to leaves, leave to earth, and up again, that's the way it goes and you press further and further onward. Up on the distance, you see some red clay and straw poking through the gaps int he tree trunks. Your pace quickens, and you burst through the threshold of forest, but what you see horrofiesyou. Where the strong, powerful Intado should stand, chattig in their native tongue, selling goods, raising children...it looks instead as though a battle has been fought. Healthy looking men lay dead in the street, women sob over the corpses of their children. The rank smell of death of human waste fills the villiage. What'll you do?