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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2016 5:24 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2016 7:04 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2016 8:07 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2016 5:52 pm
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SubonicXP "So, the Under King himself. I am honored to have you in our humble abode." Sub said to Darts with an exaggerated bow. "Let's cut to the chase, spill. Since when were you the Under King? Why has your SNAG been off? Where did the Rainbow Sextuplets come from? Why do people think you're the Steel Snatcher? Are you?" The man bombarded the hybrid with a slew of questions. "Well, I've been the Under King for a little over... a half month or so, I want to say." Darts obliges, settling down on a chair in HQ. He sets the gaudy championship belt on the armrest of his chair, the words 'Under King' glinting in the phosphorescent lighting of the building. "Drake took me there as part of my Dragon Clan training... apparently it's become something of a tradition to go to this particular Coliseum in Orre. As for why my SNAG's been off... I didn't take it with me. Drake suggested I not, in combination with the fact that I didn't want anything more to draw attention to me given our problems in the region. I was going in covert." The gambler shrugs nonchalantly, picking the belt up and draping it over his shoulder casually, the weight seeming at ease on the hybrid's shoulder. "I've been fighting in those pits for the better part of a month now, trying to get information on the Steel Snatcher on the side, unsuccessfully. Cons nowadays aren't as loose-lipped as they used to be. I wish I was the answer to our mystery but alas I must disappoint."
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2016 6:23 pm
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Atlantis_Darts "Well, I've been the Under King for a little over... a half month or so, I want to say." Darts obliges, settling down on a chair in HQ. He sets the gaudy championship belt on the armrest of his chair, the words 'Under King' glinting in the phosphorescent lighting of the building. "Drake took me there as part of my Dragon Clan training... apparently it's become something of a tradition to go to this particular Coliseum in Orre. As for why my SNAG's been off... I didn't take it with me. Drake suggested I not, in combination with the fact that I didn't want anything more to draw attention to me given our problems in the region. I was going in covert." The gambler shrugs nonchalantly, picking the belt up and draping it over his shoulder casually, the weight seeming at ease on the hybrid's shoulder. "I've been fighting in those pits for the better part of a month now, trying to get information on the Steel Snatcher on the side, unsuccessfully. Cons nowadays aren't as loose-lipped as they used to be. I wish I was the answer to our mystery but alas I must disappoint."
"...well there goes my plan for interrogation...what a bust..." Sub sighed as it was apparently that Darts didn't know no more than they did. "So, Drake, still brewing a cauldron of pure hate for us?" He asked the hybrid, still remembering very clearly all the trouble that Elite Four member caused for them.
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Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2016 5:50 pm
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Posted: Thu May 05, 2016 6:19 pm
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Thumb flipping tan pages, Maroon eyes danced along the black roads, He absorbed every word. His lips move to every syllable to the very last phrase "The End". Kain leaned back in his chair, stretching hi back out. "Ahh I didn't see that coming... It-i-It was THRILLING! *Ahem thrilling." Clapping the book shut in his hand, he placed on the top of the Countless piles of volumes filling his room. The gleam of his eyes would wander looking for the next book. No luck. Guessing he read all of them the towering man lugged himself to his feet. Scratching at his crude grey'd skin, flaking with each tear, he looked about. Each mirror in his room was covered with coats and cowls to hide the portrait that hides in them, he was too afraid to face the fact.
Each day Kain lived was another closer to his fall. Unable to remember what changed, but whatever he lost was what kept him alive. Now looking almost like a walking corpse the man would throw a coat over his back, buttoning up the collar hiding most of his face, dramatic but still odd even for kain.
Topping his top with his top hat, Kain left the room in search of more books. Hopefully no one catches him on his way. Coming to the main he took a second to squint from the light forgetting his way for a second.
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Posted: Thu May 05, 2016 11:20 pm
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Head down, green eyes gazing down at the paper that was clutched in her hands, Lynnette was focused on the task at hand. Which for her, happened to be sorting through her folder of songs. Said folder was laying flat on the couch that Lynnette had decided would make a good workplace. Hook was flopped over in her lap, his back paws dangling over her the side of her leg, almost touching the surface of the couch itself. The girl sighed as she realized that she'd be better off having an actual binder to put all of the songs she had collected, rather than just a simple little folder.
The girl would look up as she heard footsteps, staring over at Kain, who had just entered the room. "You okay, Kain? You look a little lost," she would comment, setting aside the papers she was holding, placing them gently back into the folder.
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Posted: Thu May 05, 2016 11:26 pm
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Posted: Thu May 05, 2016 11:37 pm
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Posted: Thu May 05, 2016 11:58 pm
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2016 12:04 am
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2016 12:36 am
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2016 12:50 am
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Lynnette would only pull out two Pokeballs, being that her third Pokemon was still curled up in her arms. "Hook, Atol, and Ysera! Prepare yourselves," she would say, releasing the other two Pokemon, with Hook jumping to the floor as she did so. Why she had chosen these three, she wasn't sure. Hook was the only one of the three that she knew for sure she could trust. Atol, her own shiny Honedge was glaring murderously at her still, but quickly set his sights on the other Honedge when he took notice of Ioch. Ysera, the Dratini, seemed to be the calmest of the three she had chosen, at least for now. Hook was already growling away, his hackles raised as he decided he was ready to fight whoever he'd be up against.
"Atol looks like he's eyeing up Ioch. Maybe we should let the two of them fight first?" Lynnette would say calmly, a hint of fear in her voice as she glanced towards Atol. She hoped that she wasn't going to have to regret choosing him.
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