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Post by Chancelor McQueen on Jul 15, 2018 16:30:57 GMT -5
In the small archipelago of Johto, Chance set sail upon the back of the Transport Pokémon known as Lapris—the owner being Jenna Wright, a Ranger the Fighter had grown pretty close to over the course of a couple weeks. This was more or less the idea of Chancelor, the thought of sailing through the archipelago and visiting the islands littered across it felt like a real experience to cherish; especially with another that shared the same sentiment. Joining him upon the back of the aquatic Pokémon would be Gible and Pikachu. Pikachu played with the adolescent Dragon, splashing the little beast with water as Gible found himself truly captivated by being at sea; chewing upon a trademarked stick as little eyes watched beautiful, water, peaceful waves, and avian Pokémon soaring overhead. Directly beside Lapris swam Empoleon, the Emperor staying close to the giant beast and making sure the humans are transported across the large body of water safely. Chancelor donned himself in black swim trunks, a white tank top, and an unbuttoned Hawaiian themed button-up. Upon the hip was his usual utility belt which held his Pokémon and their devices. To the left of him was a traveling backpack he used to carry all manner of items a young Pokémon Trainer like him would need. The Marital-Artist leaned against the back of the neck of Lapris—using it as back support as a leg hung freely from her back; a foot dangling in the cool and refreshing water. In his arms was a rather old looking ukulele he was tuning, all his attention on the act at hand. This was an instrument given to him by his beloved older sister JOJO MCQUEEN —an instrument she used to play for him over their FaceTime calls when she was away, but now an instrument passed down to him so he could practice and use his hands for something other than ' destruction'. He plucks a few strings, smiling as things are now in order. The baby dragon is captivated by the sound of the music and turns to face his Trainer, jaws still working away at a chipped and slobbered on stick. [player]http://k003.kiwi6.com/hotlink/9ewbj666m4/UKULELE_Somewhere_Over_the_Rainbow_Instrumental.mp3[/player] " Alright. Let's see if I can play this without fu-", words are stopped as he bites down on his tongue, realizing he was in the presence of a child. " screwin' up." Chance corrects himself as he begins playing, hazel orbs looking at the pacing landmasses and landmarks in the distance. " Now if Jo was here she'd sing, but I don't sound nearly as pretty as her so ya'll just gonna' have to make due with my chill ass vibes." The youngest McQueen exclaims with light chuckles, rocking his head from left to right as he was feeling the music this perfect summer day. ✝ tag(s) - Jenna Wright . ✝ notes - here ya' go ya' lump . |
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Post by Jenna Wright on Jul 15, 2018 18:20:52 GMT -5
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[attr="class","therivmid"] [attr="class","therivmid1"] Lapis maintained a good speed, cruising through the clear ocean waters at a rate of 10 knots. A wake of water parted behind the sea-fairing creature, trailing off from her large shell that hosted an assortment of people and pokemon. Her size made the ride smooth and comfortable. Unlike other vessels that would rock with the rhythm of the sea, she did her best to keep her passengers steady. Her kind eyes were focused on their distant destination. The small cluster of isles was growing closer and closer, but there was no rush.[break][break] “This was the perfect day to do this,” Jenna remarked, taking the final bite into her Popsicle.[break][break] The girl was rested at the other end of the shell, most of her pokemon kept inside their pokeballs just to save space. Between all the pokemon, the coolers, and the people, it had been a tight fit. Lapis could only carry so much, but they had managed to squeeze everything they needed for this adventure. Most of her pokemon would rather be in their capsules, anyway.[break][break] The only exception was her Rufflet, Sterling, who was nested atop Jenna's large-brimmed sunhat. Something about the wicker had attracted his attention. Despite the Ranger's attempts to urge him to take the skies, he would return to this roost, as if he knew it irritated her. She was sprawled out, smelling of sunscreen and salt, as she lounged in her one-piece bathing suit. Both feet were extended off the back of the Lapras, dragging through the water. Earlier, she had been out swimming with Chancelor's Empoleon. It was only when her limbs were tired that she climbed back on top of the Lapras to relax.[break][break] The soft notes carried by Chancelor's ukulele seemed to have an effect on her lazy Rufflet, encouraging him to sleep the day away... like he usually did.[break][break] Jenna, on the other hand, was lathering her arms down with more sunscreen. After swimming in the water, she knew she'd end up as pink as a Corsola if she forgot to put more on. Between layers, she pulled out the popsicle stick that had been clenched between her teeth, gently prodding at the large bird atop her head. “Hey, lookout. Do another patrol before you get too comfortable.” Sterling tried to sleep, even when the stick prodded against his crown of feathers. It was only when his trainer gave a rude shake of the head that he dismounted, returning back to the skies... for now.[break][break] The Ranger could only give a shake of the head at her lazy pokemon, throwing her popsicle stick into the designated “trash” bag that was next to her.[break][break] “So, just that stick, huh?” Jenna asked, glancing to the small dragon terror as Chancelor continued to strum through the strings. They had been traveling together more often. It broke the constant silence that the Ranger was used to. Jenna may still prefer to travel on her own, but having him around was refreshing. 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Post by Chancelor McQueen on Jul 17, 2018 2:11:44 GMT -5
" Yup. Just 'that' stick. I still can't figure out why he likes it so much. I just figured it's a gift from god, y'know? Because with it the little guy is as docile as can be, but without it..." The youngest McQueen continues to strum, playing the song off muscle memory alone—a song he had practiced time and time again with his sister. " He is a literal monster that bites everything within sight until he gets the damn stick back." Chancelor explains to Jenna, hazel eyes fixing to the slowly passing clouds above. Pikachu gets up and peers over the back of Lapris, little curious eyes on Empoleon that sliced through the water like a jet boat. Hurrying back over to Chance, the little mouse mounts the shoulder of his Trainer and snatches the sunglasses resting upon his ears. With shades in hand, the adorable little Pokémon puts them on, rushes back over to the edge of the shell, and leaps off with reckless abandon. Two tiny feet land on the hard back of the armored avian—Pikachu struggles for balance at first but quickly regains it upon Empoleon stabilizing his swimming. " Pika! Pika!" Pikachu calls out, pretending to surf the surfing Water type. The Emperor picks up the speed, passing past Lapris and blazing through the water to allow Pikachu to enjoy this moment of surfing. Chance looks off to his left and sees his Pokémon enjoying themselves. Pikachu was always a bundle of joy and fun whereas Empoleon was more ' reserved' and relaxed—it was rare to witness the armored avian partake in such events. Pikachu calls out to those on the Lapris, hitting a few handstands and other tricks to look as cool as possible to the group. " Now I don't wanna hear no cryin' when you drown, Boss." Chancelor exclaims, obviously jesting while he continues to strum away for the docile and relaxing baby dragon sitting directly in front of him. Pikachu obviously ignoring the words of his Trainer further enjoyed the speed in which Empoleon went—every now and again making a funny face at the youngest McQueen for being such a ' hater'. " So tell me, Cap'n." Words directed at the Ranger on top of the head of the Lapris, " where we dockin'? Or did you plan on sailing until the sun goes down? I'm cool with it either way, y'know? As long as the good vibes keep comin' I ain't worried about nothin'." Chance says with a smile, hazel eyes upon the Gible chewing like a madman on his trademarked stick. ✝ tag(s) - Jenna Wright . ✝ notes - here ya' go ya' lump . |
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Post by Jenna Wright on Jul 17, 2018 15:37:38 GMT -5
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[attr="class","therivmid"] [attr="class","therivmid1"] The Ranger made a mental note to never let that stick out of her sight.[break][break] “At least you have a way to calm him down.” Gibles could be real terrors. They were notorious for chewing through anything they could fit their mouth around. A pokemon that destructive needed to be watched constantly. It must be exhausting.[break][break] Jenna rolled onto her stomach, giving her back a chance to catch some sun. “Maybe I should have brought my Noibat with me. He's young but sweet.” All it took was a few slices of fruit to keep her dragon happy and well-behaved. The small bat had a sweet tooth unlike anything Jenna had ever seen. It was like he dreamed of becoming a berry connoisseur–a behavior that she had been told was common in the small dragon types. “He's just a lil' bit inexperienced. I haven't had the chance to bring him to a lot of places.” He would grow out of it... but then Jenna knew that the days of having a small, cuddly dragon would be long gone. [break][break] Her team was growing too quickly.[break][break] Both hands propped under her chin, Jenna spares a laugh as Pikachu propels himself off of Lapis, hitching a ride on Chance's Empoleon. “I should have given that a try.” It looked fun. As the electric mouse went through his assortment of tricks, the Ranger fetched her cellphone and snapped a few pictures; something to help her remember this moment.[break][break] “On the U.S.S Lapras, we're always ready to dock on any island. Isn't that right, Lapis?” The Lapras hummed out a soft tune in agreement. “How about that island over there? Looks like we're close.” Jenna had gestured with her thumb towards the isle to their right.[break][break] The Lapras easily steered herself towards that direction. They would make their landing in a few minutes.[break][break][break] PHARAOH LEAP CREATES [googlefont=Roboto:400,700] [googlefont=Montserrat:300,700] [googlefont=Raleway:300,400,800] [newclass=.theriv]width:535px;background-color:#f7f7f7;text-align:justify;color:#444444;letter-spacing:0px;[/newclass] [newclass=.therivtop]border-left:solid 35px #444444;[/newclass] [newclass=.therivtop1]border:solid 1px #e3e3e3;border-left:none;padding:39px;[/newclass] [newclass=.therivimg]height:100px;width:100px;padding:14px;background-color:#f3f3f3;border:solid 1px #e3e3e3;border-radius:100%;[/newclass] [newclass=.therivimg img]height:100px;width:100px;border-radius:100%;[/newclass] [newclass=.therivlyric]font:25px Montserrat;line-height:20px;padding-bottom:12px;white-space:nowrap;letter-spacing:-2px;color:#444444;padding-top:10px;text-shadow:1px 1px 0px #ffffff, 1px 0px 0px #ffffff, 0px 1px 0px #ffffff, -1px 0px 0px #ffffff, 0px -1px 0px #ffffff, -1px 1px 0px #ffffff, 1px -1px 0px #ffffff, -1px -1px 0px #ffffff;[/newclass] [newclass=.therivnotes]max-height:28px;overflow:auto;padding-right:9px;text-align:justify;color:#bbbbbb;font:12px raleway;text-shadow:1px 1px 0px #ffffff, 1px 0px 0px #ffffff, 0px 1px 0px #ffffff, -1px 0px 0px #ffffff, 0px -1px 0px #ffffff, -1px 1px 0px #ffffff, 1px -1px 0px #ffffff, -1px -1px 0px #ffffff;[/newclass] [newclass=.therivnotes::-webkit-scrollbar]width:1px;background-color:#f7f7f7!important;border:none!important;border-radius:0px;[/newclass] [newclass=.therivnotes::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color:#e3e3e3!important;border:none!important;border-radius:0px;[/newclass] [newclass=.therivnotes div]font:bold 15px Raleway;text-transform:uppercase;margin:0px 15px 0px 0px;float:left;color:#506276;line-height:28px;[/newclass] [newclass=.therivtop2]font:bold 7px Raleway;line-height:7px;letter-spacing:1px;text-transform:uppercase;font-weight:800!important;padding-top:12px;[/newclass] [newclass=.therivtop2 b, .therivtop2 a]font:bold 7px Raleway;line-height:7px;color:#506276!important;font-weight:800!important;[/newclass] [newclass=.therivlyric2]border-right:solid 1px #e3e3e3;border-bottom:solid 1px #e3e3e3;background-color:#f3f3f3;padding:39px 0px;text-align:center;font:37px Montserrat;line-height:30px;text-shadow:1px 1px 0px #ffffff, 1px 0px 0px #ffffff, 0px 1px 0px #ffffff, -1px 0px 0px #ffffff, 0px -1px 0px #ffffff, -1px 1px 0px #ffffff, 1px -1px 0px #ffffff, -1px -1px 0px #ffffff;color:#999999;font-style:italic;[/newclass] [newclass=.therivlyric2 i]color:#506276;[/newclass] [newclass=.therivmidd]border-left:solid 35px #506276;[/newclass] [newclass=.therivmid]border-left:solid 35px #e3e3e3;[/newclass] [newclass=.therivmid1]border:solid 1px #e3e3e3;border-left:none;border-top:none;padding:49px;font:10px Verdana;[/newclass] [newclass=.therivmid1 font]font:bold 11px Roboto;color:#506276;[/newclass] [newclass=.therivmid1 b]font:bold 11px Roboto;color:#999999;[/newclass] [newclass=.therivmid1 i]font:11px Roboto;font-style:italic;[/newclass] |
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Post by COMET on Jul 18, 2018 7:54:58 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","Vgentempbox"] [attr="class","Vgentemptitle"]"it was after the mirage, that we knew..." [attr="class","Vgentempdiv"]  The rough waves and shifting tides came to subside as the duo who rode the lapris came to find their sailing pleasant. None were capable of accessing the isles of Whirlpool Island with ease--unless they, too, possessed a pokemon such as Wailord or a Lapras, a strong and capable ship, or were just lucky. The island that the group slowly began to steer toward had been known as SILVER ROCK ISLE. Where Chancelor McQueen and Jenna Wright nearly made their way toward the shoreline, they would soon come to find--on first dock--a woman adorning the uniform of a military personnel. Once there, would they choose to ignore the unconscious maiden or attempt to awaken the sleeping beauty? [break][break] [googlefont=Montserrat][googlefont=Roboto+Condensed] [newclass=.Vgentempbox]width:425px;background-color:#fff;border:1px solid #ddd;[/newclass] [newclass=.Vgentemptitle]width:405px;height:50px;background-color:#1979e6;font-family:Montserrat;font-size:17px;text-transform:lowercase;color:#fbfbfb;line-height:50px;text-align:right;padding-right:20px;[/newclass] [newclass=.Vgentempdiv]width:350px;padding:25px;font-family:Roboto Condensed; font-size:11px;color:#777777;text-align:justify;[/newclass] [newclass=.Vgentempdiv b]font-family:Roboto Condensed; font-size:11px;color:#dc584d;font-weight:bold;[/newclass] [newclass=.Vgentempheader]width:350px;height:50px;font-family:Roboto+Condensed;font-size:15px;text-transform:lowercase;color:#777777;line-height:80px;text-align:left;border-bottom:3px solid #3e3c6d;margin-bottom:20px;margin-top:-5px;[/newclass] |
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Post by Chancelor McQueen on Jul 19, 2018 1:02:50 GMT -5
He listened to the words of the sunbathing Ranger while enjoying the good musical vibes being produced by the ukulele. He nods every now and again to himself, not verbally responding to her words—not responding due to the fact he was fully captivated by the song being strummed on the miniature instrument held in well-toned arms. Chance was surprised to hear Jenna had a Noibat, though, oddly enough, the winged Dragon seemed to fit her. He didn't know much about Dragon's, but he did know the Noibat species were some of the more ' docile' species of Dragon—though, when they evolve, that is a different story entirely. After another moment or so of good vibes, good company, and even better summer weather. An island came right into view and Jenna was willing to ' dock'. Ceasing the strumming of the ukulele, the Fighter stands up and eyes the swiftly approaching island. " Then we dock!" He exclaims loud enough for both of his Pokémon to hear, Empoleon turning in the direction of the land mass and heading directly towards it. Once the party reached the Island, the Emperor would be recalled back into his device alongside the Gible. Pikachu, per-usual was allowed to accompany the humans and he did just that by mounting the shoulder of his human. With feet in the warm sand, Chancelor grabbed his bag from the shelled hump of the Carrier Pokémon while another hand held tightly to the beaten and warn out instrument. " Pika! Pi! Pi!" The Electric Mouse leaps off the shoulder of Chancelor and darts off towards a downed body he sees upon the dock. " Yo! Where you goin'?!" The mouse continues onward without looking back. Sucking his lip in annoyance, Chance goes after the Pokémon, " I'll be right back." He tells Jenna, bare feet kicking up warm sand as he traverses through it with the best of his abilities. Pikachu stops at a downed female, head tilted to one side as he moves around to get a look at a unresponsive face. " Uh... What?" Is all the teenager could say upon reaching the unresponsive girl dressed in way to many layers considering the time of day and the season. He drops to a knee beside her while Pikachu cutely shakes the beauty in an attempt to wake her up—he wants his cute face to be the first face she sees upon waking up; an attempt to win the favor of the laid out beauty. " We got a problem! Over here!" Chance booms, waving down Jenna, gesturing her to come over and check this out herself. ✝ tag(s) - Jenna Wright COMET . ✝ notes - can i kiss her to wake her up, tho ? :eyes: |
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Post by Jenna Wright on Jul 20, 2018 17:19:07 GMT -5
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[attr="class","therivmid"] [attr="class","therivmid1"] Once Lapis made landfall, Jenna spent her time unloading the coolers and bags from the back of her pokemon's shell. Everything was neatly nestled onto the beach, separated by who owned what. Out of the two piles, Jenna knew that hers was bigger–a Ranger always had to come prepared. “Might have to ask you to make more ice for the cooler, sweetheart.” She said to Lapis as she scooted up onto the soft sand. “Not right now, but in a little bit. We were out in the sun for awhile.”[break][break] Chancelor took the time to snag his things but seemed to be distracted by his Pikachu. The girl lifted her head, spying the yellow mouse charging across the sand towards something. Was it a pokemon? “No problem.” She said to the fighter. The girl would have told him that there was no need for them to rush, but he was already running across the sand. Unaware of what Pikachu had seen, the girl turned back to their supplies, counting her supplies to see if she had remembered to bring everything...right as Sterling came flying back down from the sky, chirping at her.[break][break] “Hm?” She turned to look up at her bird, wondering what was amiss. “What'd you see?” He seemed revitalized. That meant he had seen something. If it was something good or something bad, she was unsure.[break][break] That was around the same time Chance called out to her. He was flagging her down. That meant bad news. “Shit.” She picked herself up from her crouch, trying to pick up the pace as she jogged across the sand. After the girl closes the distance, she can see what was amiss.[break][break] Why was someone laying out on the beach, dressed like that?[break][break] “Does she feel warm? Might have been too much sun,” and the Ranger joined Chancelor's side, immediately switching from one mindset to another. What had seemed like a peaceful day in the sun was slowly turning into something else. “Might want to move her to the shade. Get her some water.” Her skin didn't seem too flushed. 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Post by COMET on Jul 21, 2018 5:04:18 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","Vgentempbox"] [attr="class","Vgentemptitle"]"it was after the mirage, that we knew..." [attr="class","Vgentempdiv"]  Soft, innocent auburn stones were blessed, upon first sight, a pokemon that was never before seen in any of the four major isles wilds. A Pikachu if you would caught the pinkette by an unknown surprise. And, upon gathering her vision still as the sun beamed from beneath her and the echoing sound of two humans, one male and female, too, caught her by surprise. She wondered if they were--"I-Is it--!" She stood quickly, her blurry vision no longer there, only to find that the people before her were not who she thought them to be. They were nothing more then strangers--no, invaders! The girl, then, would scream, "Get back!"
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Snatching, what she believed to be a wild pokemon, the Pikachu in her grasp and pulling the yellow creature away from the dark-skinned male and his female companion. The young woman, whom which donned a strange uniform, would state, "I don't know why you and your people have come to invade my home, but I won't let you take me back there! Just you wait, I-I've already..." She had to think of something quick to say and scare them off, "Heh, yeah..." A cocky, but clearly shaky, smile etched onto the female's facial expression as she tightly hugged the Pikachu.[break][break]
"A-As the current presiding Sea Priestess, I'm o-obligated to protect the SACRED ITEM with my life! A-And without my knowledge, you'll need me alive! And if you hurt any of my p-people, I'll never give you what you want!!" The pinkette screamed at the duo. Never releasing the Pikachu, unaware that it was claimed, the pinkette readied to protect not just the people she spoke of, but the Pokemon who resided upon this island. "I don't know how you found me, but I won't go back to your ruthless leader without a fight--right, Pikachu! We're going to protect these isles and cast you out, Team Virus!" She exclaimed loud and proud, extending the Pokemon forward directly toward Chancelor McQueen and Jenna Wright. [break][break]
Little did the girl know. This pair were not with the people she spoke of, and nor would they have any clue as to what the pinkette cried from her mouth. The girl was practically shaking, and she only looked to have not been any older the duo themselves--perhaps even younger, one could say she had the height and tone of a thirteen year old. How would the duo prep to respond?
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Post by Chancelor McQueen on Jul 21, 2018 22:45:27 GMT -5
" I'm not going to lie to you, Jenna. I ain't touch 'er because I don't go around touching females without consent." Pikachu nods, agreeing with the dark skinned Fighter despite little fingers still touching all over the warm face of the seemingly unconscious female. " I'mma end up catching a case," Chance sighs, getting closer to the female—preparing himself to scoop up the pinkette bridal-style. " You're right, tho'. We need to get Sleeping Beauty outta' the s-," she then suddenly wakes up, Pikachu finding himself being scooped up in her arms as the once sleeping female became extremely defensive. " Pika!" The Mouse calls out at first before getting himself comfortable in her arms, eyes looking up at her to admire her uneasy beauty. With hearts in his eyes, Pikachu allowed all this to take place—captivated by not only the females good looks, but by the softness of her arms and bosom. " Chuuuu~" Chancelor blinks, teeth clinched tightly as a hand is reached out in an attempt to calm the female down. " Woah! Woah! Woah! Just take it easy, Lady. We ain't here to hurt you, your people, or take anything from ya', aight'?" He is trying his hardest to calm her down. " Just chill out, aight'? Take a few deep breaths and think logically about this. Look at us, do we look like we're here to steal from ya'? Do we look like we're apart of Team Virus?" The teenager asks her with a very calm voice, eyes drifting down to his now snuggling Pikachu. " Also, that little shithead is with me. He just so happens to fancy your company moreso than mine." The Fighter explains, bestowing his usual and trademark winning smile on the frantic female. ✝ tag(s) - Jenna Wright | COMET . ✝ notes - pikachu ain't shit, istg . |
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Post by Jenna Wright on Jul 22, 2018 14:27:48 GMT -5
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If I can't evade my fate
[attr="class","therivmid"] [attr="class","therivmid1"] Jenna was just as surprised when the pinkette suddenly shot herself up from the ground–If the girl was panicking, Jenna would give her the space she needed... but the more and more the girl said, the more the Ranger kept glancing back to Chance in confusion. A sea priestess? A sacred item? Team Virus?[break][break] What the hell was happening around here? She thought the Whirl islands were just places populated with pokemon. She couldn't recall any mention of people inhabiting these places.[break][break] And Pikachu seemed more than happy to snug up against the girl that had taken his hostage... or did she think he was a wild resident of the island? Jenna had no idea. “Hey, it's alright. You're okay. We're not who you think we are. We were just passing through when we found you. I'm a Ranger. I can show you my card and everything–but the last thing I'd want to do is hurt somebody. It's my job to help.” She stated calmly, trying to reinforce what Chance had said.[break][break] Jenna proceeded to raise up both hands, just to show they were empty and harmless. In her swimsuit, she imagined it'd be hard to look intimidating. “We just wanted to spend a day exploring the islands. My Lapras is behind me with all our stuff–lemme just say that I don't think Team Virus would be cruising around with beach umbrellas and towels,” and the girl gave a faint smile, trying to slowly defuse the situation.[break][break] If the pinkette was in such a panic, did that mean her pursuers were nearby? She said she had escaped. Escaped from where? The Ranger shot Chancelor a look of unease. “Do... do you know how long you've been asleep?”[break][break] Depending on the answer, Jenna had a feeling that trouble was brewing. Glancing upward, she could see that her Rufflet had returned to his patrolling. If he spotted something, he would come back down and alert them... but would he know what to look for?[break][break][break] PHARAOH LEAP CREATES [googlefont=Roboto:400,700] [googlefont=Montserrat:300,700] [googlefont=Raleway:300,400,800] [newclass=.theriv]width:535px;background-color:#f7f7f7;text-align:justify;color:#444444;letter-spacing:0px;[/newclass] [newclass=.therivtop]border-left:solid 35px #444444;[/newclass] [newclass=.therivtop1]border:solid 1px #e3e3e3;border-left:none;padding:39px;[/newclass] [newclass=.therivimg]height:100px;width:100px;padding:14px;background-color:#f3f3f3;border:solid 1px #e3e3e3;border-radius:100%;[/newclass] [newclass=.therivimg img]height:100px;width:100px;border-radius:100%;[/newclass] [newclass=.therivlyric]font:25px Montserrat;line-height:20px;padding-bottom:12px;white-space:nowrap;letter-spacing:-2px;color:#444444;padding-top:10px;text-shadow:1px 1px 0px #ffffff, 1px 0px 0px #ffffff, 0px 1px 0px #ffffff, -1px 0px 0px #ffffff, 0px -1px 0px #ffffff, -1px 1px 0px #ffffff, 1px -1px 0px #ffffff, -1px -1px 0px #ffffff;[/newclass] [newclass=.therivnotes]max-height:28px;overflow:auto;padding-right:9px;text-align:justify;color:#bbbbbb;font:12px raleway;text-shadow:1px 1px 0px #ffffff, 1px 0px 0px #ffffff, 0px 1px 0px #ffffff, -1px 0px 0px #ffffff, 0px -1px 0px #ffffff, -1px 1px 0px #ffffff, 1px -1px 0px #ffffff, -1px -1px 0px #ffffff;[/newclass] [newclass=.therivnotes::-webkit-scrollbar]width:1px;background-color:#f7f7f7!important;border:none!important;border-radius:0px;[/newclass] [newclass=.therivnotes::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color:#e3e3e3!important;border:none!important;border-radius:0px;[/newclass] [newclass=.therivnotes div]font:bold 15px Raleway;text-transform:uppercase;margin:0px 15px 0px 0px;float:left;color:#506276;line-height:28px;[/newclass] [newclass=.therivtop2]font:bold 7px Raleway;line-height:7px;letter-spacing:1px;text-transform:uppercase;font-weight:800!important;padding-top:12px;[/newclass] [newclass=.therivtop2 b, .therivtop2 a]font:bold 7px Raleway;line-height:7px;color:#506276!important;font-weight:800!important;[/newclass] [newclass=.therivlyric2]border-right:solid 1px #e3e3e3;border-bottom:solid 1px #e3e3e3;background-color:#f3f3f3;padding:39px 0px;text-align:center;font:37px Montserrat;line-height:30px;text-shadow:1px 1px 0px #ffffff, 1px 0px 0px #ffffff, 0px 1px 0px #ffffff, -1px 0px 0px #ffffff, 0px -1px 0px #ffffff, -1px 1px 0px #ffffff, 1px -1px 0px #ffffff, -1px -1px 0px #ffffff;color:#999999;font-style:italic;[/newclass] [newclass=.therivlyric2 i]color:#506276;[/newclass] [newclass=.therivmidd]border-left:solid 35px #506276;[/newclass] [newclass=.therivmid]border-left:solid 35px #e3e3e3;[/newclass] [newclass=.therivmid1]border:solid 1px #e3e3e3;border-left:none;border-top:none;padding:49px;font:10px Verdana;[/newclass] [newclass=.therivmid1 font]font:bold 11px Roboto;color:#506276;[/newclass] [newclass=.therivmid1 b]font:bold 11px Roboto;color:#999999;[/newclass] [newclass=.therivmid1 i]font:11px Roboto;font-style:italic;[/newclass] |
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Post by COMET on Aug 4, 2018 11:11:16 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","Vgentempbox"] [attr="class","Vgentemptitle"]"it was after the mirage, that we knew..." [attr="class","Vgentempdiv"] They weren't apart of the invaders? A widened gasp caught the girl by surprise. Covering her mouth, she was practically ready to fall into hysteria. She fell to her knees upon the hot sands of Silver Rock Isle. Finally, she was able to rest and relax. Releasing the Pikachu from her clutches, she'd set the electric-type free. "I-I'm sorry! It's just been...So much has happened!" Covering her face, she'd begin to explain.
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"It all started with a sudden influx of purple gas, and then that's when she came." Thinking back to the incident that only occurred just hours ago. The girl only wondered how the true Sea Priestess was doing in their grasp. "It was in Scarlet City that the woman and her men attacked Red Rock Island." Pointing to the isle that was just a coast over, one could see gases of purple leaving the island and whisking off into the air from, the residue no longer lingering. "I was able to escape because I accidentally tore one of their gas mask off, and they were susceptible to the purple gas. Once they were unconscious I stripped them of their clothing and blended in, only to be found out moments later. And I only had one choice...I dove into the sea and ended up washing upon Silver Rock Isle." Placing a single palm over her chest, she'd add, "I believe it was Lugia protecting me--watching over me even. I don't know if I was imagining things, but I'm sure I saw a large figure deep in the ocean. Those currents were too strong for me to..." She paused, not wanting to think about certain death. "Anyway, I was rescued by something, perhaps a Wailord or maybe..." Arose head followed by a gasp with glee, covering her mouth out of shock.
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"Perhaps Lugia sent you both here! Please, you have to help my people! That woman invaded Scarlet City in search of our most sacred item! But...I'm afraid that our Sea Priestess's willpower to protect us and the sacred item may come to be a conundrum for her. The choice to protect us or the treasured item...To be in such a predicament, she doesn't deserve this!" The girl cried hysterically. "T-Those invaders arrived by a big, black metal boat. And I'm sure it's still there. During my escape, before I was caught, I saw something unfathomable..." Thinking about the monstrosity, it was too scary. "It looked almost infected, and I'm sure it was a Pokemon. But it was a species, though I've seen before, it's features were far different and rather horrendous." Placing her head between the palm of her hands. She'd begin to ruffle her hair unable to process everything that's happened.
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"I don't know what those invaders possess upon that ship, but it can't be good! I know that it just isn't, and then they're also here to steal our most sacred item! I beg of you, I know this is too much to ask of strangers but...But right now you're My Lady's only hope--our people! Please, I beg of you!" The girl bowed upon her head, tears running down her cheeks as her forehead pressed against the burning sands. Time was of the essence, and though this wasn't the vacation the duo intended to have. Fate brought it upon them to becoming potential heroes of action, would they accept the girl's request to free Red Rock Island of Team Virus's invasion?
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