THE SATURN
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Post by THE SATURN on Jan 9, 2009 17:20:35 GMT -4
ooc: sat sure ain't new, but i rarely participate, so lololol. so i'll actually join.
crowd: -gasp!- impossible!
i know. shocking, mm? :B
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Post by Darkpidgeot on Jan 9, 2009 19:11:49 GMT -4
OOC: You don't know me very well do you?? I'll cut back just for you. (I think everyone is mature enough to handle them. And shall we start with intros? I bet I'm the first to start. )
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Post by chi the mighty ! on Jan 9, 2009 19:32:36 GMT -4
ooc; I was gonna start, Blood, but Fee said to wait. So. :b (& U NO U LUV OUR PERV JOKES -shot-)
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Post by F e n i on Jan 9, 2009 23:49:35 GMT -4
||Intros may be posted now!||
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thesaxybeast
Sane
[on:Trash Can: Occupied.][of:Trash Can: Empty][D3v:MacabreMusician]
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Post by thesaxybeast on Jan 10, 2009 1:19:51 GMT -4
Longing for a break of this god-awful silence. What have I done to my life? The thought bounced through the young woman's mind like one of those balls you follow at the bottom of a screen during a sing-along. She sat on one of the bridges of route thirteen, dangling her feet over the dangerous water. Such a risky activity, for the morph couldn't swim, and the depth of the water was immense. How much did she really care about her life anymore? The Raichu tail curled to where the thunderbolt tail rest beside her thigh. She hated her thighs. They look chunky when she sits. Staring at the water once clear and beautiful... it looked so murky now. Why had she helped this god-confused man with this chaos? She'd run out of options. Years ago, trapped in a cage. Her mind completely riven. She couldn't do anything, this new chaos in her veins. She gave in. And she grew stronger... into a person she never wanted to be. All the power, the sheer adrenaline of rising to the top... it was gone. All that was left for the regret of the destruction she'd caused. How could she live with this cloud of guilt? She shouldn't have it. It's only going to hurt her... all those people... was that really her mother she killed? Just stop thinking, you stupid bitch! The harshness of this made her shake her head, her long dirty blonde hair moving with it. It was a shock how neat she kept it. She needed to cut it. That sounded like a plan. Next target. Haircut. All these distractions. They won't work for long. This chaos stuff was like a drug. It stained her eyes, her Raichu ears and tail... her mind. Her existence. HEY! Didn't I say stop?! She shook her head. She couldn't be developing another side. That'd be bad. The red orbs staring into the water, watching what little reflection there was move. The pokeballs on her belt shone slightly. That made it all the better. The three orbs contained thee old companions. Torterra, a pokemon so incredibly stupid it wasn't funny until it was battling. Strong, slow, stupid, stereotypical? Maybe. He took commands fairly well. The second was Feraligatr. Still not the brightest, more around average. In everything. Then Chide, the Charizard, her starter... the only being she cared about. The Pokemon was the reason she joined the YnK. Seeing him taken away, she did everything to get him back. And she had. After winning an important battle, all she had worked for had been granted. But she wasn't who she was. After bleeding, being beaten by the man she worked to please... this wasn't the Kit you saw before. Not the strong, resilient, I-won't-take-orders-from-anyone Kit rebelling though in a cage. This was... "I'll do what you tell me, just let me survive" Kit. Her bruised forearms were exposed, as the white sleeves were rolled up to her elbows. That miraculously clean white shirt was fitted, worn under a blue, also fitted boyish vest. The normal black skinny jeans were rolled up to her knees, revealing formed calves. A claw at the end of the feminine hand carved scratches in the wood slowly. "Where is the world I once knew?" Katherine Danre's voice was full of regret, and she prayed to all that was holy that no one heard. She saw none around, she heard none. Not a soul. Then again, where can you find someone with one of those these days?
And what ever happened to music?
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Izzy
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uwee hee hee!![on:o][of:x]
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Post by Izzy on Jan 10, 2009 2:01:53 GMT -4
OOC: I've been a member for so long but I never actually posted... maybe I should start :C
ravey's coughing up dust
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thesaxybeast
Sane
[on:Trash Can: Occupied.][of:Trash Can: Empty][D3v:MacabreMusician]
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Post by thesaxybeast on Jan 10, 2009 2:58:52 GMT -4
OOC: OOC: I've been a member for so long but I never actually posted... maybe I should start :C ravey's coughing up dust Just do better than I did on that intro. x.x
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Owl
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"What the hell is that wriggling piece of plywood?!"
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Post by Owl on Jan 10, 2009 19:36:21 GMT -4
ooc; I'm not particularly new, but I'm wanting to join. D: Samantha, 'cause she's the only one I usually play.
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Post by Darkpidgeot on Jan 12, 2009 0:28:34 GMT -4
(Taking my very old intro and turning it first person.)
Splash. That was the last sound I heard before my world got dark. I wasn't dead, I knew that. My instinct told me up...up to the light. I pushed myself through the water, feeling one of my paws touch the soft sand of the shore. Breaking the water surface, I stepped onto dry land, shaking my fur loose of water. Finally somewhat dry, I dashed through the forest of...well dead trees. Instead of green, there was plenty of brown and red.
Then again, the entire world was shades of brown and red. Hardly anything was alive, much less moving. Who could have done this much damage? What kind of sick monster did this to this world? Pfft...why am I asking that to myself? Everything has to come to an end sooner or later. To be consumed by a force of either "good" or "evil".
Landing on a fallen log, I dug my claws into the half rotten wood to keep balance. The red red sky glared down at the torn lands and it didn't bother me at all. Was it because I was partway responsible? Or is it the end result that I was promised? The latter. A light wind blew through my tan mane and brown fur. I shook a few more times since some of the water was still hiding and was causing a chill.
I heard a slight buzz in my left ear, which came from a small earpiece that was buried deep inside. Closing my brown eyes, I listened to the very faint sound. Orders...as usual. Guess I couldn't really get a break from my work. But of course...dropping me off near Lavender Town must generate a reason. The town was in ruins, much like the ghost tower that once stood.
I took another look around. There was everything except for something interesting. I had a little time to kill before I had to work. Besides, I might find my target during my down time to toy with.
(I'll leave it with one first. I'll stick in indicators to distinguish them later when I get the rest in.)
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Post by chi the mighty ! on Jan 12, 2009 1:09:01 GMT -4
2/4 of the intros. ryuu & sei. i'll edit with nick & colt later and post when i do so you know. ;P also, the intros are short and sweet. i'm tired and you pretty much know ryuu and seiji's hard to describe when he's wearing a cloak that hides most of his features so. oO; deal. |:
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Silence was golden, allowing one to better observe Lavender. With no distractions, perfect clarity was gained and peace of mind achieved. He could stand and observe, an ivory statue with his arms crossed, staring down at the wreckage with a scrutinizing eye. No one could pester him from scanning the ruins for signs of life, in part because most were dead. The tall man had no need to worry about enemies, seeing as most were dead. Behind him, in any case, was nothing more than solid rock while crumbling graves stretched before him. The Pokemon Tower… Yes, it had been here once, the last way to cling feebly to those long gone. Ryuu himself had never been to the tower before this, but he still found it disdainful that such a great thing was nothing more than crumbling rock.
Regardless, however, the green-haired teen did not act in haste. Rather, he stood calmly, dressed mono-chromatically with black jeans and undershirt and a gray vest that kept most of his provisions. Six pokeballs were neatly clasped to his left hip and he stood in silence, waiting for some sign of life, a deity come down to save his too-pathetic worshipers. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Last one…” [/color] There was a series of minute snaps, the majority of the bones in the child’s body snapping as his tail coiled tighter and tighter. Only four years old, he would have guessed, but Seiji was not known for his mercy; he was a hold-hearted minion, the only pleasure in this rather uneventful life strangling whatever crossed his path. Decapitating them with his sharp-ended tail was nice, too, but strangulation was slower… More enjoyable. Why not savor his fun? This one, such a little victim, was thrown to the pile of skin covering broken bones. He stared at it disdainfully, scythe-like tail lashing about from the slit in his black cloak made specifically for it. ‘One more…’ Yes, five down and one to go. Though his face was hooded, shadowing his expressions, it was obvious the he was pleased: his eyes (the whites and irises red while the pupils were thin slits of black) were crinkled at the corners in clear joy and his mouth opened to release a giddy sigh that revealed four fangs of red amongst normal teeth. “Off to find victim six…”[/color] A forked tongue flicked out, tasting the air thoughtfully before his eyes narrowed in annoyance. ‘He’s here?’ Seiji couldn’t say he was a fan of Ryuu (a pest, in his mind), but… ‘I’ll kill him.’ Because he was a pain and seeing him squirm before death would be sweeter than anything else to him. “I’ll find you, Ryuu Akiyama…”[/color] With one last glance at the pile of bodies, the cloaked teenager set off in the direction of his newest prey…[/font][/size][/blockquote]
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Izzy
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Post by Izzy on Jan 12, 2009 5:29:55 GMT -4
OOC: sometimes being concise is better than wasting your time flowering something with useless description.
hey, as long as it's engaging to the reader, that's all that matters. (:
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Randomixx
Partially Crazy
Lawl, Raymagius
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Post by Randomixx on Jan 12, 2009 19:49:45 GMT -4
Red, brown, an almost brown blue, even more brown. Kirsten had been in these ravaged lands for almost an entire day now, and still she could not get over the sorry state of the scenery, the vile corruption that was this ‘Chaos’ she had been told about no longer slowly seeping through the land, but having more than just a ‘firm grasp’ upon it. Nothing but death and insanity ((C wat I did thar?)) was left in it’s wake.
The desolate, eerie tone of this area, what she thought had once been a lush, sea-side forest or mangrove, reminded the nineteen year old of Beezle’s Desert far back at home. The rotten, decaying brown here mirrored the dead, petrified greys of southern Hysquern Isle in a way which sent shivers down her spine. However the cause for the destruction was entirely different. Kirsten knew fully well that Kanto had once been a vibrant ecosystem, with no mysterious Jenerators to keep the region from declining into a wasteland. Hojanne, however, technically was nothing more than a wasteland but for the giant, tree-like structures making it somehow inhabitable.
This was the work of some sort of being or group wishing ill will, worse than even the Dark Draft, not just the result of a pure accident which may-or-may-not have involved a nuclear strike. And that was why she had arrived in the previous afternoon, island-hopping across the ocean via her thoroughly exhausted Pidgeot. She was supposed to be doing something about this, stopping it at the source before the Chaos overcame her home as well. But frankly she didn’t have a clue where to start, even though other, more experienced trainers from back home were bound to follow and help.
The young woman’s wondering thoughts were interrupted as a metallic groan made its way through the pumping of pistons from underneath her. Kirsten looked down at the Pokemon she was riding on, wondering why the cyborg-like beast which was Murakemi had suddenly come to a stop. It took a number of moments, but it began moving after considering a shrivelled bush, blue metal rising and falling with the rhythm of its unnaturally heavy footsteps.
Kirsten frowned. “We’ve been together for how many years now? I’ll never understand you,” she herself had not seen anything special about the bush, but then again Murakemi could see into the infrared spectrum as she had learnt the hard way many times, so she didn’t be so naive as to completely dismiss it. Nonetheless, the semi-legendary Pokemon grunted in a half-assed response, hitting her in the leg with the Dreanite sword currently slung down its side to make room for her.
After biting her tongue to prevent any of the long list of profanities she knew from escaping, Kirsten silently fumed as they moved along, steadily heading northwards along Route 12. For reasons known only to it, Murakemi had been drawn that way since they had landed, hardly giving Kirsten a chance to even return Pidgeot for the week or so long rest the flying type deserved. After an uneventful walk (A nice contrast from having to fight off about five crazed Pokeman the previous day), her companion stopped once again at the start of a half-collapsed boardwalk.
In the distance, across the murky water, she could just barely make out the remains of what looked like a small town.
Well, it was better than nothing, it wasn’t like they had anywhere else to start on this apparent suicide mission.
((I hope that was alright. My writing skills are a little down the drain at the moment because the only thing that is keeping me writing anything right now is a fanfiction I'm slowly working on.))
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Post by Darkpidgeot on Jan 18, 2009 19:26:20 GMT -4
(@the who's who. Actualy that wasn't Jerald's Intro. XD Guess I haven't used that intro in forever that people have forgotten. Though it's my fault for not distinguishing eye color.)
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Post by F e n i on Jan 19, 2009 2:57:20 GMT -4
||I wasn't completely sure DX That's why you should RP more, Blood.||
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Post by Darkpidgeot on Jan 19, 2009 2:59:31 GMT -4
(It's the same intro I've used every time for XV. =3 )
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Post by F e n i on Jan 19, 2009 3:01:43 GMT -4
||See, I was close DX You should REALLY rp more.||
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Izzy
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Post by Izzy on Jan 19, 2009 9:46:59 GMT -4
OOC: all right, let's see. :U once i managa to type something up, i'll throw raven in here.
Raven Krauss - I'm not sure if I would even call him neutral - Pokemon trainer
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thesaxybeast
Sane
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Post by thesaxybeast on Jan 19, 2009 19:24:37 GMT -4
"i'm telling you, don't believe your mother when she says all men are BEASTS & WOLVES" ~~~ OOC: Yeah, some of them are kittens.
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Post by Darkpidgeot on Jan 19, 2009 19:37:25 GMT -4
(OOC: Yeah, some of them are kittens. " Shoosh...>.>;;
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Owl
New to the Insanity
"What the hell is that wriggling piece of plywood?!"
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Post by Owl on Jan 20, 2009 21:43:16 GMT -4
ooc; I be posting intro nowz.
It wasn't legit to refer to Lavender as a town anymore; the crumbling ruins and ashen colors were completely different from the image one gained from the title of the Noble Purple Town. Now, like the majority of other locations in the region, it was just another battleground full of scorch marks, crushed buildings and the defeated heaps of people and pokemon. Perhaps most noticeably was the wreck of the Pokemon Tower, which had once been an almost must-see attraction in the otherwise quaint location. Many other living things since its fall had joined the ranks of the pokemon ghosts that had been fabled to haunt it.
There were still people around, however, that was certain. The way her stone raptor was snapping its fangs impatiently, feral eyes rolling showed that the less-than-tame Aerodactyl scented blood, presumably fresh. As she watched, glaring with obvious contempt in her dark gray eyes, Samantha found her lip curling in disgust; the particular pokemon accompanying her today wasn’t a fond choice in her roster. However, it was the only pokemon capable of flying on the team, and recently she had found it a good idea to further explore the surrounding area of Lavender. The fossil’s personality had never been appreciated, despite its uses.
Currently, the pokemon’s master was resting against the toppled remains of what might have once been a house, though now the rickety structure hardly resembled anything more then, well, nothing. Dark mahogany hair spilled out over her shoulder, naturally slightly wavy but not as clean as she would have preferred. Long hot shower days were long gone, after all. Her knees were bent at chest level, olive-toned arms wrapped around them. After a few moments, she reluctantly rose. Stretching, she rose to her rather tall and lanky height, . “We should be moving out soon, a’ight?” she stated flatly. The Aerodactyl only answered by swinging his head in her direction, giving a short screech and baring the long, white incisors. The KnS Hero muttered something that could sound like an insult, though the raptor didn’t respond if it did hear.
Pathetic, really. When most of your current company was a vicious resurrected fossil and, just a guess, people of certain organizations who wished you harm… and the occasional couple of KnS who didn’t. Her mood seemed to reflect some of these thoughts; though the typical smart-ass personality was still strong, but she had found that her thoughts and emotions had grown darker. Most tolerance had virtually disappeared; an unfortunate side-effect for those who ticked her off. And a almost-constant pessimistic attitude to top it off.
Note: Talk to subconscious. Re: Self-pep talks. More positive thinking, plz.
Samantha's thoughts were cut short, having mounted the stone raptor and feeling the ground disappearing beneath her as the flying type stretched into the air. It was an almost vertigo sensation that followed, until a surge of adrenaline kicked in as the raptor leveled its height and the ruined landscape of Lavender and beyond spanned in front of her. The huge amount of visibility was useful, and under the layer of clouds things were in relatively good focus; especially with the Aerodactyl's keen eyesight to assist.
Still, it was hard to appreciate the previously breathtaking beauty of something that had since been burned to the ground.
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