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Post by COMET on May 12, 2018 8:33:38 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","Vgentempbox"] [attr="class","Vgentemptitle"]event 001. third floor [attr="class","Vgentempdiv"]  [break][break]  The entrance which led to the Third Floor was the beginning of the night's decorum. The aroma of cherry blossoms which grazed the nose of all whom were to enter the vicinity had been due to a flurry of them blowing from outside. There were those who rode upon the elevator to the next floor while some climbed the stairs in order to examine the architecture of Sprout Tower, its calligraphy, and decorative pieces of historical art. Alas, the final floor which hosted the final, and true, hostess. [break][break] But, surprisingly, there wasn't anyone on stage except for her assistant. The man looked nervous, extremely nervous to the point he couldn't stop shifting his gaze left and right. He sat in a chair awaiting for Professor Madeline's arrival, but she was nowhere to be found. He kept checking his watch repeatedly, wondering when she would make her entrance. Every time someone came through the doors or an elevator, he'd arise in joy from his chair to only discover that it wasn't her. Thus the sulking began, and if she did not arrive in time then he would simply have to present the announcement in her place.[break][break] "Of all days!" He exclaimed loud enough for all to hear all the while placing his head into his lap. He would cower away from the crowd whilst clinging to his bags and equipment's at his side. The monitors around the room were all showing a black screen at this time. So while he awaited for the Professor, he made sure to stay out of the way of the attendees. [attr="class","Vgentempheader"]EVENT MODERATION NOTE(S) - CURRENT MUSIC BEING PLAYED: [ CLICK ME ]
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Post by Vix Reylock on May 12, 2018 9:52:36 GMT -5
"Third floor." *bing*The elevator doors opened on the third floor to reveal an unexpectedly well dressed Vix Reylock. A fine charcoal suit adorned with a feathery scarf. He had lost his woolen cap and instead sported a mask, shaped and coloured to resemble the head of a swellow. His hair was neatly combed instead of the usual shaggy mess. Despite his dapper wares, the man underneath was rather clammy. He hadn't been in such an environment like this. Among the social elite, he was right out of his element. He figeted a little too much with his cufflinks as he stepped onto the floor and into the crowd. Suddenly he was aware of the noises around him. The music flowed over the crowd like a smooth summer breeze. The polite and enthusiastic chatter punctuated each verse. The many masked people all babbling to each other at once was reminiscent of a tree full of birds, chirping as the sun set. In the air hung the scent of the cherry blossoms. Their sweet fragrance was just as foreign to Vix as the many fixtures within the room. Ornate furnishings and paintings. Waiters weaving in and out carrying tapas and glasses of bubbly yellow stuff, whatever that was. The palette of bright colours was harsh on Vix's eyes, as they were used to the darkness of his man cave. He would quickly make for a waiter carrying a plate of filled champagne flutes and take one. He downed the substance, hoping it was alcoholic. "Easy there, bucko." There was that voice in his head again. Not really, it was the man known as Kirk Veil who was speaking to him through an invisible headphone planted inside his ear. "You're trying to do your best to fit in here. Like I said, your primary objective is to learn the social scene through experience. I need to force high class and culture down your throat because you sure aren't going to learn it on your own." Vix gritted his teeth. He had to put up with this judgmental arsehole in his head for the whole night. That being said, he was glad to have some insight in this strange environment. Dusky was confined to a pokeball for the first time in his life. He was sitting in a shrunken ball underneath his suit. Vix hoped he was okay in there. Kirk had told him that the place was rather comfortable for pokemon but he had his doubts. He knew that he himself wouldn't want to be confined to a spherical prison, but what did he know of pokeball technology. He had tried to persuade Kirk to let Dusky roam around in the shadows, sure that the sneaky pokemon wouldn't get caught. But apparently there were many a skilled trainer on guard here which would soon flush the pokemon out, putting him in danger. "Talk. That's all I need to do, right?" Vix spoke more to himself than to Mr. Veil. He had never had trouble with opening his mouth before, how hard could it be in a place like this? "There is also the little thing of a possible impromptu Virus task while you're here. Don't focus on it too much but also don't let your guard down." Well, did he want him to focus on it or not? Kirk wasn't doing too much to help Vix's rising stress levels. Vix spotted a disheartened young man who seemed to be in a state. Deciding that he seemed more approachable than the upper crust party goers, he walked up to the front of the stage, placing his empty flute on it and looking up at the assistant. "Why such a sour face? It's a party! Lighten up and have some fun!" He attempted to adopt the carefree personality of those around him and say something he thought they might say. The attempt was a little bit obvious, but maybe the assistant wouldn't notice in his state of distress. One sarcastic "Nice." was all that Kirk had to say about the attempt. Like a complimentary coloured keckleon, his try at blending in left a lot to be desired.
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Post by Zeref Sanders on May 12, 2018 12:46:42 GMT -5
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THERE'S FEAR IN THE EYES
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Goodness why does every floor he goes to have something to deal with battling? Can’t he enjoy himself for a change without having to worry about getting beaten up by an overpowered Pokemon? Maybe the third floor wouldn’t be too bad right? For a Ranger like himself, he needs some peace and quiet for a change. He’s not heavily into battling but he sure loves to kick ass when he’s on the job or catching wild Pokemon however when it comes to everything else, you can say forget it!
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“I’m not a show off.” Zeref would mumble underneath his breath while his little Growlith stood by his side tilting its head to the right due to confusion. As they made their way into the third floor, all you could see was Zeref opening his arms and letting out a long drastic sigh of relief. “Finally some peace and quiet!”
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Stretching out his arms, he looked around to see if he could find a waiter but instead he found something else. A smile appeared on the males face before making his way up to the depressed assistant. “Yeah what that guy said hey maybe you need a drink or something? Hey waiter this guy need one! Huh what’s with the look on his face? Hello I’m 20 I’m old enough to join the fun my goodness!”
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Zeref shook his head at this since this happens to be a common issue it seems. He may look young but he’s actually 20 years old. Instead of assuming they could just ask him for his ID and he would give it to them. It’s the same when he mentions he’s a part time bodyguard. What the hell is wrong with people these days? Whatever he’ll just sit back and relax although he should be walk around and talk to people.
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Post by Kyle Lee on May 13, 2018 10:11:02 GMT -5
[googlefont=Roboto Condensed] He wasn't used to dressing formally, but seeing as the rest of the attendees did, he was glad he skipped out on wearing his usual casual outfit and went with the suggested dress code that the invitation had mentioned. Sporting a black suit vest and rolling up the sleeves of his white dress shirt, he still appeared as informal compared to most of the event's attendees, but not so much compared to his usual. At the very least, his tie was properly fixed on his collar. His mask was nothing special, except for the fact that it was a direct replica from a game he has played before. Skipping the other floors that featured the top coordinator of the region and a gym leader, Kyle went straight for the floor he hoped to be the less chaotic out of the three. Battles do not technically scare him, but those who'd be willing to duke it out simply for the sake of a celebrity's recognition do. He figured there would be a lot of cheering and yelling that was bound to happen soon, and he'd rather avoid the temptation to join them. Besides, it wasn't like nothing was happening on the third floor. Or so he thought. The guest of honor was not to be found on the stage, and rather than her, he found what he assumed to be her assistant. He seemed depressed and agitated, obvious from the yelling he just did, to which Kyle felt for him. Not like he could do anything to cheer him up like two other strangers who had the courage to walk up and try. Taking a drink from one of the waiters as they passed by, Kyle would simply take a sip and glare intently at the stage, somewhat curious to how the severely stressed assistant would react to being badgered by guests. Tag: @event // Wordcount: ##
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Post by COMET on May 14, 2018 7:55:51 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","Vgentempbox"] [attr="class","Vgentemptitle"]event 001. third floor [attr="class","Vgentempdiv"] [break][break] "E-Eh?!" He responded to the duo that came to boost his spirits. "N-No, I-I..." Shifty auburn irises were unable to meet with the kind gentleman before him. "N-No, really, drinking isn't my thing and I shouldn't be drinking at a time like this, if she's not here than I'll have to speak to the thousands of people out there!" He began to fall into despair once more as his heart sunk at the thought of giving a speech and presenting a presentation in her stead. He was overly dreaded with despair at the thought. [break][break] "H-How about we just sit and talk for a bit?! M-M-Maybe then I'll be able to uh...Y'know, calm down...?" He really didn't want to drink at all. With so much pressure on his shoulder, Professor Madeline was screwing the poor guy over. Of all the times she had to be late, of all the times! Twiddling his finger as he continued to sit down within his cushioned chair upon stage. He hesitantly, with a strong lack of confidence and barely any eye contact, wanted to ask the two individuals something. [break][break] "I-I was wondering...You two are Pokemon trainers, right?" He asked the duo nonchalantly, and whether they replied yes or no, he just had to ask. "I wanted to know what's your opinion on Pokemon. How do you feel about the one's you currently possess? Do you see them as a tool, prize, or friend?" He inquired hesitantly. [attr="class","Vgentempheader"]EVENT MODERATION NOTE(S) [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:#5aa0d6;font-family:Montserrat;font-size:18px;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:-15px;[/newclass] |
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Post by Yuki Hayakawa on May 14, 2018 14:17:36 GMT -5
Yuki decided that going to the third floor was the best option for him. The previous floors were holding pokemon battle that are both being witness by celebrities of the region. The top coordinator and the city's gym leader. A part of him was tempted to be one of the lucky trainers to battle but quickly decided against it. One of the battles involved a Metang that was too strong for him. He thought a coordinator should be in the other. It wouldn't sit well with him if he took the spotlight from someone who wanted to get recognized by the young celebrity.
This train of thought led him to the top floor where he had the most interest. Still, he was not use to the formal attire as of yet. He wore a simple black tuxedo with a white dress shirt. This wasn't the thing that was bothering him. It was the tie around his neck that made him feel uncomfortable. Why would anyone wear something that made them feel like they were being choked out? He will never understand it, but he had to look somewhat decent. His Treecko was resting in his pokeball attached to his belt. He was going to leave him in the hotel room, but never know when something might happen.
Yuki arrived at the third floor wearing a simple purple mask, confused that the head scientist wasn't around. Was she running late? He saw a small group of men and decided to gather information from them about the event. "Excuse me? Sorry for interrupting, but do any of you know where the professor is?"
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Post by Zombie on May 14, 2018 18:46:48 GMT -5
[attr="class","nfbase"] [attr="class","nftop"] [attr="class","nficon"]  [attr="class","nfboxbase"] like a wasted zombie i stumble [attr="class","nfbox"] And this was where the fun happened to be. The song they were playing could've been a bit more livelier, but the masked attendee didn't tend to care all that much. Adorned over the male's face was a white, theatrical comedy mask. The mask showcased a sad expression.
"I wonder whose first on the list, I was hoping to meet someone appealing; y'know, someone who could introduce to me a banger night. But this place isn't as lively as I'd thought it'd be," a shifted gaze from behind the mask watched a group of individuals blabbering amongst themselves. "Crowds aren't my thing, and I doubt they'll ever be. That guy looks like he's upset about something, aha!" A jovial laughter escaped the masked male's mouth. It wasn't intentional, more or so accidental if anything. But that was just his many multifaceted personalities. He had to keep his face under wraps, he didn't want the wrong people getting a look at his horrendous scars.
He adorned a tailored suit, all black, where his gloves, too, were that of a charcoal leather. Placing his right palm over the left, he'd rub the back of his glove covered hand gently. "I'm sorry I have to put you under wraps buddy. Just bare with me, you'll breathe again. I promise," the masked assailant spoke. Cerulean stones stood off in the corner, a red liquid drink now in hand as he kept a watchful eye throughout the room;. Awaiting for Professor Madeline to show herself.
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Post by Zeref Sanders on May 14, 2018 23:00:39 GMT -5
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Awww this man is just like him whenever he’s in an embarrassing situation. That’s kind of adorable if you ask him. “Haha no worries dude if you ever want one let me know it’s on me.” Zeref responded. “I see so you’re waiting on someone huh?” It was probably someone important Zeref wondered. He tapped his chin trying to figure out exactly who this could be not unless... That was when he snapped his fingers. “Oh are you waiting for your girlfriend! Well hot damn aren’t you a lucky camper. I get nervous whenever I have a crush on someone. It’s so embarrassing really but anyways I don’t mind having a little chit-chat.”
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These questions were rather interesting and yet Zeref couldn’t help but to tilt his head at this. It looks like he’ll have to come up with a good response for these questions that was for sure. With that said all you could see was Zeref crossing his arms and looking down at his partner. The first question was is he a trainer? Would a Ranger count as a trainer? He never really thought about it actually. If this is going to be tough he’s going to have a hard time answering the 2nd one. The last question is a little difficult really asking him if he finds Pokemon as tools, prizes or just as friends. The reason why this is so difficult is because his Growlithe acts more like a house pet than an actual tool so the tool part is defiantly out the question.
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“Those are quite difficult to answer. Hmmm I guess I’m a trainer maybe a special kind of trainer perhaps?” \He placed his hand on his hip before looking down at Parsifal. “And as for Pokemon being a tool, prize, or a friend I’m uncertain about. My partner acts more like a pet if you ask me but at the same time I feel awkward without him. I guess you can say he’s more of a friend than anything else despite the fact he barely listens to me. I don’t know if I can see Pokemon as tools though I guess some people do and I can see some logical meaning behind it. In the end all I care about is making my team happy and becoming as strong as my father. Enough about me what do you think nervous guy? You should be asking yourself those questions as well.”
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Post by Vix Reylock on May 15, 2018 2:47:04 GMT -5
Before he knew what had happened, a small crowd had gathered around him and the stressed young man. He had only just turned up to the event and he was already beginning to feel a little claustrophobic. At one point, someone asked where a professor is. Vix turned to him. "Professor?" He wondered why he would know a professor. "He's asking about Professor Madeline, you idiot. Don't you remember the briefing we had earlier?" Vix winced under his mask from the barking in his ear canal. Kirk was supposed to be relaying information to him through an invisible earpiece, but his taunting was becoming more of a hindrance than a benefit. "Oh yes, Professor Madeline. No, I have no idea where she is." He spoke aloud to the finely dressed man next to him. He pretended to remember what he had been told about the woman for the sake of not getting another earful from Kirk. ( Yuki Hayakawa ) Another of the young men that had gathered around him seemed much better at the social scene than him. He struck up conversation with the assistant and seemed interested enough to answer his question. Vix realised that this was the sort of person that Kirk was trying to get him to learn from by being here. Vix subtly attempted to mimic his body language and pull of the small social cues that showed that he was interested in the conversation. When there was a gap in the conversation, Vix decided he would attempt to add his own answer. "Hmm, well for me, my pokemon is my friend and partner. He helps me out with... Work." He got a little to close to giving too much of himself away there. As Kirk Veil had said, 'Appear familiar while remaining distant. Draw from experience to make a connection but exposing yourself creates weakness.' He had gotten used to the cryptic tidbits of advice from the older male over the past couple of weeks, but this one stuck with him. He had to talk like he could connect with other people but he couldn't let them know the real him. This was just an exercise in stretching his social muscles, but only Vix would be this incompetent at doing rounds at a party. ( Zeref Sanders , COMET ) |
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Post by COMET on May 15, 2018 13:50:32 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","Vgentempbox"] [attr="class","Vgentemptitle"]event 001. third floor [attr="class","Vgentempdiv"] [break][break] "I-I see..." Wow, they were astounding. Their opinions were of their own truth. There was little hesitation or room for error in their answer, and yet, "You didn't give me a solid answer..." He murmured to himself, low enough so that they wouldn't hear. Their answers were kind, but he just didn't feel the fortitude behind it. And so a tearful smile gave way as his right eye began to water. Wiping the incidental tear away, he'd let out a small, jovial titter. "Well, I feel a lot better and calmer now." He said to the duo. [break][break] "By the way, my name's--" It wasn't until the intrusion of a newcomer ( @chris ) that he'd been caught off. The individual had been asked about Professor Madeline, to whom was which nowhere to be found. "I-I'm sorry! It would seem Professor Madeline, she's--...Well.." Scratching the back of his head he wasn't sure how to explain her situation. "She's running late at the moment so she may not appear anytime soon," he said feeling down once more, "b-but she'll be here! I'm sure of it, so pelase just wait a little longer, sir!" He pleaded to the individual. [break][break] Standing from his chair, he'd sit down once more big, deep breath of air; exhaling right after, he'd ask, "You should all be enjoying yourself, you all don't have to put up with my antics. I have too much work I need to get done anyway, along with the fact that I need to make sure everything is prepared and ready to go." The glasses wearing male explained. Entering his backpack and pulling out a laptop, he began to type upon it whilst the individuals remained surrounding him. He wasn't ignoring them, but he was surely into his work. [attr="class","Vgentempheader"]EVENT MODERATION NOTE(S) [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:#5aa0d6;font-family:Montserrat;font-size:18px;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:-15px;[/newclass] |
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Post by botan shinume on May 15, 2018 16:48:52 GMT -5
As one of the more famous faces in Enju City, Botan was given an invitation to the event as soon as it was announced. He had also received word from his contacts within Team Virus that it would be a good idea to attend, so here he was. While it was a formal event, the dancer had chosen to wear a traditional outfit instead of a suit, appearing at the party in a deep purple kimono that had sprays of pink cherry blossoms on the sleeves and twisting branches tipped with closed buds on the front and back. Completing the outfit was a purple butterfly mask, the lower wings almost reaching his chin as they framed his mouth.
Not being one for battles, he had climbed to the third floor, admiring the calligraphy and artwork on the way up. Enju may have had many more such pieces of art, but this tower was almost as old as his home city and so reflected the culture of days long past.
He arrived in time to catch the question of the professor's whereabouts, his attention immediately drawn to the cluster of people around a frazzled-looking technician. "Running late?" he murmured to himself as he watched the man get back to work. Now that was an interesting development. For the star of the show not to be here yet was unusual, and he wondered if the group he was a part of had a hand in that. Dismissing the thought for now, he looked around the room but didn't see anyone he recognized. Although, some may know him, since his mask didn't hide his distinctive hair, and his kimono stood out from the suits and ties around him.
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Post by Kyle Lee on May 16, 2018 6:59:51 GMT -5
[googlefont=Roboto Condensed] He had been listening to their conversation from afar, not wanting to harass the dude too much by having too many guests approach him. Kyle was patient and wouldn't mind waiting for a while until the main show starts. While he figured out that the first two that approached the assistant was there to calm his nerves down, he supposed that the one that followed them afterwards had inspired him to come on stage as well. "Hello, hello." His greetings as he walked up to the crowd was plain and dry, but at least it did not carry any hint of malice. The drink on his hand was the second one he got, though he was unsure if it was alcoholic or not. "The first two floors got something going on already. Anything happening here soon?" He tried to sound genuinely curious, though he wasn't sure if his words were enough to present himself as such. At a worst case scenario, he supposed that it would just pressure the assistant even more after the two had already tried to calm him down. Best case was that he'd actually bring something up for the guests. As he'd bring out his laptop, Kyle simply stared at him as he did his work. At this point, he could only assume that it was related to this day's event. Either he was trying to make up for the work that the professor was supposed to be bringing with her or this was an entirely different matter. His mask pretty much covers most of his judging eyes anyways, to which he was thankful. At least he could silently judge him from doing last minute preparations for the event, if it was the case indeed. Tag: @event // Wordcount: ##
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Post by ATTICUS on May 16, 2018 14:31:14 GMT -5
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"It feels so good to be away from that city." The male said with a sigh of relief. He needed a break from the large metropolis that is Kogane City. Though the rush of being in a big city was fun, he missed being able to stretch his legs around the ocean. Spade came from Asagi City, spending most of his life around the water and experiencing the melody of the seas on a daily basis. It was a great way to relieve stress, and just clear one's mind of unnecessary thoughts. Not many feelings beat looking out at the ocean, staring at the endless horizon, and enjoying the few of the waves breaking against the shore. He shook his head free from the memories of his home town, and kept on walking along Route 35. At least there was a small body of water to somewhat enjoy.
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He had heard of a National Park being south from his current location, but honestly, there wasn't much excitement drawing him towards that park. It was nice to be away from Team Virus, doing his own thing, and exploring the region like he had always wanted to. Now he had two friends on his journey with him, though the two of them were both asleep in their PokeBalls, or at least doing whatever it is Pokemon did inside them. "I still haven't had my first Pokemon battle against a trainer... Though I'm sure it'll come, there's no reason to rush things. I'm enjoying the start I've had anyway." He was always thinking, but nowadays, he made it a habit to pay attention to the present instead of looking too far ahead or reminiscing too much about the past.
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Spade also went out of his way to move along the grassy areas of Route 35, though sticking close to the small body of water nearby. He wanted to encounter another Pokemon, regardless if it was going to be captured or defeated. Him and his Pokemon needed training, and the new trainer wasn't going to slack off. He had already started his Pokemon journey a bit later than most, so he had a lot of catching up to do in that regard. It was a shame that he didn't arrive earlier, as he would have been able to enjoy the presence of the hostess on the first floor. She was quite the beauty, and it would have been a fun challenge to try and talk up one of the more well known coordinators in Johto. However, when you're late, you can't make demands.
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After a good amount of time admiring the art that covered the walls of the stairs, he finally arrived on floor three. His cat-like hazel eyes immediately spied the host, a nervous looking wreck who was the complete opposite of the beautiful Anastasia. It was also immediately apparent that this floor was all men, and not one lick of female. Well, this is disappointing. He sighed, until he spied someone he knew a bit better than the rest: Zombie. Did Virus send him? Or did he want to check out the grand event of his own accord? Well, why not ask him. Spade moved towards Zombie, greeting him immediately. "You really like being a fly on the wall huh? Then again I don't blame you, there's no girls here at all. I should have gotten here earlier. The first floor is buzzing, especially with Anastasia there. But regardless, how have you been bro? I haven't seen you in a while it feels like." Yes, sometimes when Spade started to talk, he couldn't stop. Especially when it was with someone he hadn't seen in quite some time.
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BUT NEVER HAVE I BEEN A CALM BLUE SEA. I HAVE ALWAYS BEEN A STORM.
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Post by DARIUS on May 17, 2018 9:57:41 GMT -5
darius hated wearing a damn suit so much. his index finger pulled against the tight collar of the dress shirt wishing it was a little bigger. "stupid ass clothes." he huffed letting his fingers run down his torso knowing that those few extra bagels he had been eating since his journey had made everything freaking tight. the grunt looked over at his pokenav companion, pulling up his text messages to see that he was asked to head up over to the third floor.
the grunt bellowed out a primal noise in retort to the text, letting his fingertip run over his single pokeball making sure Lullaby was in place, just in case. The man found his way to the tower, pressing the button to the third floor hearing a huge ruckus on the first floor as he continued his ascent to where he was supposed to be.
as the door opened, he was expecting the professor to be there but alas, it was a nervous-looking assistant with not much social interaction skills.
As Darius walked past yuki, zombie, botan and spade, he gave a quick little nod. He spoke with some previously, some never but he recognized them in passing. Since the assistant seemed to be too preoccupied to entertain, the grunt headed over to the bar area and ordered a glass of wine and stood on the side. casual sips and eyes surveying the scene, darius wasn't sure what was to come but he was excited.
tl;dr: darius entered the room, noticed the entirety of team virus' presence and stood in a corner grabbing a glass of wine.
mods ✘ interaction thread ✘ so many team virus lul.
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Post by Zeref Sanders on May 17, 2018 11:56:59 GMT -5
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THERE'S FEAR IN THE EYES
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OF ALL OF YOU THAT BELIEVE THAT YOU'RE RIGHT, AND YOU'RE RIGHT, BUT ARE YOU RIGHT?
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THE JUDGEMENT MAN HOLDS MY FATE. AS I GAZE AROUND THE ROOM, THEIR EYES ARE LIKE KNIVES: COULD DECAPITATE.
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“Ah young love. His love for the professor is so strong, which is why he works so damn hard! It’s a beautiful sight isn’t it?” Zeref would say while giving a slow nod to this. “Hey he didn’t respond to my question about the professor being his girlfriend so maybe he’s shy when it comes to love just like me? This is perfect we should help him confess his love to the professor so that way they can have babies and live happily ever after!”
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With that being said, Zeref moved closer to the nerd guy. “So what’s she like? Do you have a crush on her? How long have you known each other? Come on tell me more also hold on you never introduced yourself to us! Come on we need more information!” His love conversation was cut off when Kyle spoke. Perhaps what he did was a good thing for the nerd. “Oh I think it has something to do with the professor or maybe these two are going to confess their love at the front stage? OR MAYBE IT’S A DRINKING PARTY!”
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