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Post by magnus on Jan 28, 2012 16:05:36 GMT -5
Don’t believe everything happiness says
Nothing feels better than hiding these days Where was there ever a more difficult place to light a cigarette? Unless he was trying to light one up underwater, the Nauisca Wind Valley was probably a place where smoking was prohibited thanks to more natural circumstances. Magnus made a frustrated little sound, letting the roll of paper and tobacco fall from his fingers and crushing it under his heel, just in case. Nope; he wasn’t getting that done here. ”…Berlin?” The purple snake gave a soft hiss in response, draped lazily over his master’s shoulders like some sort of scarf. The Ekans had been his first Pokemon since he came to the islands, but before then, he didn’t exactly bother too much with them. He just found the idea of a snake appealing and managed to find a little hatchling not soon after he arrived. That was a little while ago, however… Things were just a bit different now. ”Berlin, go find something I can shoot, will ya?” The snake raised his head a fraction; his master was a strange, strange man. He didn’t always understand what he said, but often enough, the purple reptile got the gist of it. He had learned a couple of basic commands, and “find something I can shoot” was one of them, no matter how long winded it sounded. Admittedly, there were a lot of pretty sounds here in the windy valley, but Magnus wasn’t that sort of man. He liked it quiet and calm, almost lonely. But, supposedly and in theory, this was a place to find some nice flying types. Living on a batch of floating islands often meant that yes, he needed a flying type to get around at times. Keeping his eyes to the sky, searching and finding nothing but clouds. This was a strange place, indeed.   BERLIN THE EKANS
Acid, Screech, Bite, Iron Tail
Earthquake, Poison JabWe bury our fears in these drinks and these tears
For the days we believe we could fly
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Post by noka on Feb 12, 2012 12:14:31 GMT -5
"There are not many places like this in the world, are there Astel?" she questioned of the Mawile perched upon her shoulder. One might think she'd have trouble with her there, but Erin didn't; the little thing wasn't that heavy at all, and she was also fairly small in height. The Mawile nodded her head and without a word the two of them continued on through the valley. Why, pray tell, had an adviser to the Dictator chosen to explore the place? Simple, it was as she had just implied; she wanted to rest just a little while, and even on her ship, she could not do that. True, the people there respected her and were polite to her, but they probably spoke of her behind her back as well. She tilted her head then, having thought she heard someone say something. "Did you hear anything?" she asked of her Mawile, who said her name in response; well, that was an affirmative to Erin. The woman wondered just who it might be as she moved forward, towards where the noise had come from, and she came upon a sight; A man standing, with an Ekans right next to him. Vile things, those Ekans; she didn't much like the species at all because they were so shifty, though...could the same not be said of Erin herself? As an adviser, she sometimes had to be shifty to stay alive, because people would love to get the chance at an adviser spot, no matter what the consequences might be. The woman in a plain, dark blue dress that might as well have been black waited for a moment before she spoke up. "Did you just say something about shooting someone?" she asked of him, trying to keep her self-righteous tone out of her voice. There was, after all, no reason at all to upset the man; besides, she could have misinterpreted what he said, though she doubted that. Plus, her Mawile was watching the two of them intently, though Erin had no idea why; pokemon seemed more attuned to people than people thought, however. [/img] ASTEL THE MAWILE[/div] level 50 • Hyper Cutter • Female
Body Slam, Crunch, Ice Fang, Thunder Fang
Flash Cannon, Return[/center]
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