Post by Kurutto on Sept 23, 2015 23:27:35 GMT
I'm Kurutto, and I'm an advanced/literate role-player who is always willing to discuss characters and plots. I may get inactive, though, and for that I apologize in advance.
I was referred here by Dracoon! Thanks for the invitation. I am happy to work with fellow inspired writers!
Topics: Name a fandom and we'll see if I know of it.
- My biggest fandom is Pokémon, so I have no shortage of characters there! I have both trainers and Mystery Dungeon characters.
- I am a huge fan of Dragon Ball Z (if you could not tell from my avatar and especially signature, haha).
- I have plenty of Fruits Basket characters that could be used!
- I also have Warriors characters I could be using! I actually have plot ideas and character outlines here. If you'd like to work with me on these topics, sweet! PM me.
- I saw someone mention Battle Royale on here... Yes! Contact me! ;D
- Animal Crossing
- Kid Icarus: Uprising
- The Legend of Zelda
- Harry Potter
- Possibly the Mortal Instruments? This one would have to have a heavily altered plotline that just includes the same basic species you find in their world, as I only read the first book.
- Death Note
- Madoka Magica/PMMM
- Fullmetal Alchemist
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- Note that I use original characters instead of canon characters when I RP fandoms. So if any of these seem awkward to do without role-playing canon characters, then I accept the challenge.
- I am also willing to RP outside of any fandom so long as the plot is interesting and well thought-out!
- I am a sucker for romance. If we could work some in, at least, then that would be great! RPs centered on romance would be fun, too. I'm into everything within the spectrum, but I'm especially into female/female relationships.
- I may have forgotten topics. Don't be afraid to mention anything new! I just may be interested.
My writing samples are ahead:
I was referred here by Dracoon! Thanks for the invitation. I am happy to work with fellow inspired writers!
Topics: Name a fandom and we'll see if I know of it.
- My biggest fandom is Pokémon, so I have no shortage of characters there! I have both trainers and Mystery Dungeon characters.
- I am a huge fan of Dragon Ball Z (if you could not tell from my avatar and especially signature, haha).
- I have plenty of Fruits Basket characters that could be used!
- I also have Warriors characters I could be using! I actually have plot ideas and character outlines here. If you'd like to work with me on these topics, sweet! PM me.
- I saw someone mention Battle Royale on here... Yes! Contact me! ;D
- Animal Crossing
- Kid Icarus: Uprising
- The Legend of Zelda
- Harry Potter
- Possibly the Mortal Instruments? This one would have to have a heavily altered plotline that just includes the same basic species you find in their world, as I only read the first book.
- Death Note
- Madoka Magica/PMMM
- Fullmetal Alchemist
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- Note that I use original characters instead of canon characters when I RP fandoms. So if any of these seem awkward to do without role-playing canon characters, then I accept the challenge.
- I am also willing to RP outside of any fandom so long as the plot is interesting and well thought-out!
- I am a sucker for romance. If we could work some in, at least, then that would be great! RPs centered on romance would be fun, too. I'm into everything within the spectrum, but I'm especially into female/female relationships.
- I may have forgotten topics. Don't be afraid to mention anything new! I just may be interested.
My writing samples are ahead:
Intro to an ongoing RP #1
As usual, Lumiose was bustling and lively in the mid-afternoon. People hurried to and fro to get back to their jobs on time, while tourists and their Pokémon exuded a more relaxed air about them as they casually sauntered through the city, gazing at each impressive building after another as if they were ambling through the grocery aisle. Cars beeped and trucks honked whenever there was a holdup in traffic, and people waited on the edge of the streets, arms outstretched as they attempted to flag down taxis and Gogoats. Others less fortunate took refuge on street corners or under faded canopies, bearing signs that demonstrated their strife.
In the midst of a city filled with a diverse range of people, a group of teens loitered not too far away from a strip of shops. Their sights set on the jewelry shop, they discussed their plans in hushed voices. The group consisted of only five kids, as bringing any more would draw attention to themselves. With this in mind, the group was spread out, rather than bound close together. Anyone passing by could assume they were simply a group of friends hanging out and deciding where to go to next.
“Alright, Melissa, you sure the cameras are off?” a freckled girl asked, nodding to the person in question.
“Positive, Nicole,” Melissa returned, her eyes betraying her perpetual annoyance with the other girl, who, in her opinion, acted like too much of a leader when she was not. This view was well-known by those close to her, and, luckily, Nicole had yet to catch on. “Felicity and I disabled them together.”
“Right. Well, we’ve done this numerous times, so we shouldn’t have to go over you guy’s specific roles, right? Well,” Nicole began up again without waiting for an answer, “Micah and Jacques should go in first, as usual, and then we can have Declan trail in after them. Melissa and I will wait behind. If you guys need any help, just holler and we’ll come in, too. How does that sound?”
“Sounds good to me, Nicole,” Micah affirmed, brushing her shoulder affectionately with an arm. Nicole’s half-brother was a staple in their robberies; his Gallade did well with his bladed arms to break into any glass or vault as necessary.
Off to the side, but visibly proud of his involvement, Jacques quietly observed. Thanks to Elizabeta’s suggestion following the mega stone incident that led him to the gang in the first place, Jacques was perceived as suited to the hit-and-run missions. While he was received relatively positively in this regard, members of his team never really approached him with regular conversation. Though he was useful, Jacques had yet to have any kind of relationship with his fellow members on a personal level. In addition, some of them plainly mocked him for the various issues that perpetually plagued him; while most would do it behind his back, others, like Nolan, would openly deride him for his weakness.
He felt that these aspects certainly alienated him from the group, but he still had hopes that they would eventually come to recognize him as a friend. This hope was what kept him attached to the group, but at times it faltered. Today was not necessarily a good day for him, but, being asked to join them for this particular mission, Jacques could not resist.
“Alright, go forth!” Nicole urged, and with that, Micah slunk towards the jewelry shop, soon followed by Jacques. Once the pair disappeared into the shop, Nicole turned pointedly to Declan. “Are you ready?” she asked, a small grin playing upon her lips.
As usual, Lumiose was bustling and lively in the mid-afternoon. People hurried to and fro to get back to their jobs on time, while tourists and their Pokémon exuded a more relaxed air about them as they casually sauntered through the city, gazing at each impressive building after another as if they were ambling through the grocery aisle. Cars beeped and trucks honked whenever there was a holdup in traffic, and people waited on the edge of the streets, arms outstretched as they attempted to flag down taxis and Gogoats. Others less fortunate took refuge on street corners or under faded canopies, bearing signs that demonstrated their strife.
In the midst of a city filled with a diverse range of people, a group of teens loitered not too far away from a strip of shops. Their sights set on the jewelry shop, they discussed their plans in hushed voices. The group consisted of only five kids, as bringing any more would draw attention to themselves. With this in mind, the group was spread out, rather than bound close together. Anyone passing by could assume they were simply a group of friends hanging out and deciding where to go to next.
“Alright, Melissa, you sure the cameras are off?” a freckled girl asked, nodding to the person in question.
“Positive, Nicole,” Melissa returned, her eyes betraying her perpetual annoyance with the other girl, who, in her opinion, acted like too much of a leader when she was not. This view was well-known by those close to her, and, luckily, Nicole had yet to catch on. “Felicity and I disabled them together.”
“Right. Well, we’ve done this numerous times, so we shouldn’t have to go over you guy’s specific roles, right? Well,” Nicole began up again without waiting for an answer, “Micah and Jacques should go in first, as usual, and then we can have Declan trail in after them. Melissa and I will wait behind. If you guys need any help, just holler and we’ll come in, too. How does that sound?”
“Sounds good to me, Nicole,” Micah affirmed, brushing her shoulder affectionately with an arm. Nicole’s half-brother was a staple in their robberies; his Gallade did well with his bladed arms to break into any glass or vault as necessary.
Off to the side, but visibly proud of his involvement, Jacques quietly observed. Thanks to Elizabeta’s suggestion following the mega stone incident that led him to the gang in the first place, Jacques was perceived as suited to the hit-and-run missions. While he was received relatively positively in this regard, members of his team never really approached him with regular conversation. Though he was useful, Jacques had yet to have any kind of relationship with his fellow members on a personal level. In addition, some of them plainly mocked him for the various issues that perpetually plagued him; while most would do it behind his back, others, like Nolan, would openly deride him for his weakness.
He felt that these aspects certainly alienated him from the group, but he still had hopes that they would eventually come to recognize him as a friend. This hope was what kept him attached to the group, but at times it faltered. Today was not necessarily a good day for him, but, being asked to join them for this particular mission, Jacques could not resist.
“Alright, go forth!” Nicole urged, and with that, Micah slunk towards the jewelry shop, soon followed by Jacques. Once the pair disappeared into the shop, Nicole turned pointedly to Declan. “Are you ready?” she asked, a small grin playing upon her lips.
Intro to an ongoing RP #2
Letting out a sigh of mingled satisfaction and effort, Vivian heaved herself onto the bridge’s railing and dangled her legs off the edge. The young woman could have not been more pleased with herself that she had tagged along with Team Rocket’s Cerulean City operations. Once settled on the railing, she unhooked a new Ultra Ball from her belt and clasped it in her hands. With an ever-widening smirk of triumph on her face, Vivian let her gaze fall upon it. She studied the ball’s unscuffed form and immediately looked to a future where its now immaculate surface would get worn with use. The Pokémon inside would also get worn with use; a big catch like that would, without question, garner her many looks of admiration.
Wow! That’s the biggest Tentacruel I had ever seen.
And you didn’t even use a Quick Ball or weaken it. Caught, just like that!
Impressive.
Her teammates' comments rung in her ears like good music that had been stuck in her head for days. In all her days of attempting to engage them in conversation and instead getting to know them through observation, this was the first time a group of them paid heed to her. While they left Route 24 with their next mission in mind, Vivian was left to revel in her victory on her own -- and she was, for once, alright with that.
Now it's time for me to try it out. Vivian hooked the Ultra Ball back into its holster for ease of departure. Making sure to support herself as she swung her legs over the side of the bridge, Vivian descended to solid ground. Once her feet touched the ground, Vivian hurried over to an expansive patch of taller grass. Encountering a wild Bellsprout almost immediately upon setting foot in the area, Vivian unleashed her new Tentacruel. Her expectations mounted rapidly as she watched the water-type’s form solidify.
Vivian’s expression fell as the Tentacruel floundered on dry land. Its tentacles flailed pathetically as it went; as she watched, Vivian could only think that they should have been jabbing into the Bellsprout sides, instead. “What’s wrong with you?” she hissed in dismay as she squeezed the Ultra Ball in her hand. “Go on! Poison Jab, or something!” Vivian kicked at the frantically flashing red orbs in the Tentacruel's head. “Stripes could do better than this!”
By this time, the Bellsprout had dematerialized into the fronds.
Letting out a sigh of mingled satisfaction and effort, Vivian heaved herself onto the bridge’s railing and dangled her legs off the edge. The young woman could have not been more pleased with herself that she had tagged along with Team Rocket’s Cerulean City operations. Once settled on the railing, she unhooked a new Ultra Ball from her belt and clasped it in her hands. With an ever-widening smirk of triumph on her face, Vivian let her gaze fall upon it. She studied the ball’s unscuffed form and immediately looked to a future where its now immaculate surface would get worn with use. The Pokémon inside would also get worn with use; a big catch like that would, without question, garner her many looks of admiration.
Wow! That’s the biggest Tentacruel I had ever seen.
And you didn’t even use a Quick Ball or weaken it. Caught, just like that!
Impressive.
Her teammates' comments rung in her ears like good music that had been stuck in her head for days. In all her days of attempting to engage them in conversation and instead getting to know them through observation, this was the first time a group of them paid heed to her. While they left Route 24 with their next mission in mind, Vivian was left to revel in her victory on her own -- and she was, for once, alright with that.
Now it's time for me to try it out. Vivian hooked the Ultra Ball back into its holster for ease of departure. Making sure to support herself as she swung her legs over the side of the bridge, Vivian descended to solid ground. Once her feet touched the ground, Vivian hurried over to an expansive patch of taller grass. Encountering a wild Bellsprout almost immediately upon setting foot in the area, Vivian unleashed her new Tentacruel. Her expectations mounted rapidly as she watched the water-type’s form solidify.
Vivian’s expression fell as the Tentacruel floundered on dry land. Its tentacles flailed pathetically as it went; as she watched, Vivian could only think that they should have been jabbing into the Bellsprout sides, instead. “What’s wrong with you?” she hissed in dismay as she squeezed the Ultra Ball in her hand. “Go on! Poison Jab, or something!” Vivian kicked at the frantically flashing red orbs in the Tentacruel's head. “Stripes could do better than this!”
By this time, the Bellsprout had dematerialized into the fronds.
Most recent RP example for #1
Unwittingly, Micah let out an agitated gulp at Avery's daunting pause. Something about the way he presented himself to him commanded respect; Sonja might as well have been scolding him for his blunder. Although Avery had said nothing but soft words earlier, Micah braced himself against what else the older boy had to say to him. He began to relax slightly at the adagial phrase. You did the best you could. If that was true, Micah was not sure whether or not he should have been reassured. Without a doubt, on the other hand, Micah grimaced at Avery's description of him fighting for a hurt friend. Now he knew to tense his shoulders again, and he tightened his grip on his elbows.
"No... I was the one who hurt him," Micah mumbled hoarsely. He kneaded his eyebrows at Avery's next generous comment and said nothing more, for what could he say? I did something terrible... but thank you for your compliments. Micah's thoughts were mashed together in an ungainly mix of feeling flattered, relieved, apprehensive, and utterly remorseful.
"Ah..." Micah found his voice and offered a gradual grin in return. "You've got a point... I'm sure Sonja would look at it the same way." He let out an awkward laugh. "I'll tell her all that happened and she'll be able to do something with it. Or Halit or someone, too. We're... We're going to be okay..." he finished with a murmur, more to himself.
The boy jumped at the Houndour's sudden cry. His hands jerked from his elbows and went to his arms and torso, flattening his clothes down and rubbing his arms as if he were a Persian cat with his fur ruffled. Micah gasped as an involuntary shiver coursed through his body. Another awkward laugh pushed its way out of his throat and he sighed. He was out of words again; Micah frowned apologetically and averted his gaze to the floor as Avery tended to his Pokémon.
--
Jacques, too, was spooked by the Houndour's distress. He leaped in his seat, and his arms reflexively shot up, only to be caught by Nicole's firm grip. "I... don't know anymore. I want to go home," he whined in a low voice, not unlike the Houndour's.
Melissa huffed inaudibly and, at Jean's interjection, she whipped her head to face him, her expression incredulous.
Nicole raised her eyebrows at Jean's offer; she was, admittedly, unsure of what she could be doing, herself. She doubted that she was making much of a difference in holding Jacques together as it was.
She especially doubted herself when Jacques jerked up again at the Haunter's shrill warning. "Please," he wailed as Nicole set her free hand on Jacques' shoulder.
--
"Oh heavens," Sonja cried out, clutching her chest as she stopped half-way to the steps. "That... certainly startled me," she mustered pathetically as she spotted the Haunter through the window, tapping its clawed finger tauntingly against it. Grunting sheepishly, she turned to her companions before thinking to brave her way down the steps. "I trust that's a sentry, correct?"
Though Hector gave no audible hint to it, it was evident that the Haunter's call had an effect on him. His eyes were widened, first in fright but gradually softening to mere fascination. Could it be a harbinger of death?
The corners of his mouth curled in interest as he padded over to the window and knelt down before the Haunter. "You could put it that way," Hector finally offered to his leader, tilting his head at the creature in amusement. "I bet it's seen a lot." They should definitely be seeing much more than they have, Hector reflected, considering the lifestyle they were leading. It was about time someone got themselves killed. He grinned at the Haunter on the other side of the window and mirrored its movements as he placed a finger on the glass.
Suddenly chilled by Hector's reaction, Sonja cast a sideways glance at Declan. "Shall we go on?"
"Yeah," Hector blurted out, immediately getting to his feet and heading over to the stairs.
Sonja sidestepped and lifted a warning arm in front of him. "Let's not get ahead of yourself, Hector," she muttered, her eyes narrowed at him. Again, she swiped her gaze back at Declan, as if expecting him to sympathize with her uncomfortable position. After motioning for Hector to wait until she went, Sonja beckoned Declan to follow close behind her as she made her descent.
Hector cast one last glance towards the ghost Pokémon before scuttling after them.
"Speak of the devil," Sonja heard Micah breathe at their approach.
As soon as her eyes adjusted to the darkness, Sonja walked close to the center of the room, checking out the shadowy faces around her. Jacques' frenzied eye glinted back at her as he began to speak. "May I speak to the men who so kindly assisted us?" Sonja began before Jacques could say anything, her voice taut.
Jacques whimpered in the background, muttering a half-hopeful "Sonja."
Behind Prospère's leader, Hector peeked out and similarly studied the congregation before picking out Jacques and hungrily making his way over to him.
--
As Emma mustered up the courage to speak, Elizabeta visibly winced, stepping aside to give Boaz full view of who was relaying the message to him. Her grimace deepened when she noted the sheer understatement of Emma's words.
Boaz slightly tipped his chin to Emma as he processed the information. Her words were opaque, but her stiff smile transparent. His eyes locked onto hers, and if he had, indeed, caught on to the true extent of Jacques' predicament, he refused to hint to it. "Ah, come on," Boaz chuckled. "Now's never the time to be slipping up on your game."
"Oh?" Boaz leveled his chin at the mention of an ambush. "That's new. Sure!" Boaz waved his hand somewhat dismissively. "If Sonja's on it, we can rest easy." He could not help but snicker, thinking about Jacques' reaction if he saw Sonja to the rescue. She was everyone's shining knight, it seemed, but her armor glared brighter for Jacques.
"Oh?" Boaz repeated himself with more emphasis at the sound of Dylan's invitation. Was he inviting him on a date? Flashing him his lopsided grin, Boaz squinted at him, as if the boy's hair would look more neat and tasteful if he eyed him a certain way. Regardless, Boaz had thought Dylan would have been more interested in Halit. "That sounds like a plan!" Boaz accepted, his smile twitching in curiosity. "Just what kind of mess has our Jacques gotten into?"
Reverting his eyes back from his squint, Boaz finally noticed Dylan's injuries in greater clarity. "Are you sure you weren't the one ambushed?" Boaz boldly ventured, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "Well, we'll figure it all out when you fill me in on what happened to Jacques." He began to slip out of the den when he rethought something. Straightening himself out again, he turned back to Dylan. "What's your favorite restaurant? It's on me." Boaz slid a hand out from his pocket and slapped it pointedly.
Knowing that such an invitation would set Hector off, Griffin scoffed in his place. "Really?"
Nolan dipped his head to whisper in Felicity's ear before turning his attention back to Boaz, this time ready to interfere in the new conversation. "You know, if you've got so much money, you better bring back some for the rest of us, Boaz. And make sure you get a strawberry milkshake for Felicity if the place's got some. And don't you go saying you haven't gotten enough. Don't wimp out on your 'financial situation,' especially in front of us."
"Haha, woah, don't pin it on me!" Boaz laughed, raising his hands up in the air. "That's Dylan's call."
Unwittingly, Micah let out an agitated gulp at Avery's daunting pause. Something about the way he presented himself to him commanded respect; Sonja might as well have been scolding him for his blunder. Although Avery had said nothing but soft words earlier, Micah braced himself against what else the older boy had to say to him. He began to relax slightly at the adagial phrase. You did the best you could. If that was true, Micah was not sure whether or not he should have been reassured. Without a doubt, on the other hand, Micah grimaced at Avery's description of him fighting for a hurt friend. Now he knew to tense his shoulders again, and he tightened his grip on his elbows.
"No... I was the one who hurt him," Micah mumbled hoarsely. He kneaded his eyebrows at Avery's next generous comment and said nothing more, for what could he say? I did something terrible... but thank you for your compliments. Micah's thoughts were mashed together in an ungainly mix of feeling flattered, relieved, apprehensive, and utterly remorseful.
"Ah..." Micah found his voice and offered a gradual grin in return. "You've got a point... I'm sure Sonja would look at it the same way." He let out an awkward laugh. "I'll tell her all that happened and she'll be able to do something with it. Or Halit or someone, too. We're... We're going to be okay..." he finished with a murmur, more to himself.
The boy jumped at the Houndour's sudden cry. His hands jerked from his elbows and went to his arms and torso, flattening his clothes down and rubbing his arms as if he were a Persian cat with his fur ruffled. Micah gasped as an involuntary shiver coursed through his body. Another awkward laugh pushed its way out of his throat and he sighed. He was out of words again; Micah frowned apologetically and averted his gaze to the floor as Avery tended to his Pokémon.
--
Jacques, too, was spooked by the Houndour's distress. He leaped in his seat, and his arms reflexively shot up, only to be caught by Nicole's firm grip. "I... don't know anymore. I want to go home," he whined in a low voice, not unlike the Houndour's.
Melissa huffed inaudibly and, at Jean's interjection, she whipped her head to face him, her expression incredulous.
Nicole raised her eyebrows at Jean's offer; she was, admittedly, unsure of what she could be doing, herself. She doubted that she was making much of a difference in holding Jacques together as it was.
She especially doubted herself when Jacques jerked up again at the Haunter's shrill warning. "Please," he wailed as Nicole set her free hand on Jacques' shoulder.
--
"Oh heavens," Sonja cried out, clutching her chest as she stopped half-way to the steps. "That... certainly startled me," she mustered pathetically as she spotted the Haunter through the window, tapping its clawed finger tauntingly against it. Grunting sheepishly, she turned to her companions before thinking to brave her way down the steps. "I trust that's a sentry, correct?"
Though Hector gave no audible hint to it, it was evident that the Haunter's call had an effect on him. His eyes were widened, first in fright but gradually softening to mere fascination. Could it be a harbinger of death?
The corners of his mouth curled in interest as he padded over to the window and knelt down before the Haunter. "You could put it that way," Hector finally offered to his leader, tilting his head at the creature in amusement. "I bet it's seen a lot." They should definitely be seeing much more than they have, Hector reflected, considering the lifestyle they were leading. It was about time someone got themselves killed. He grinned at the Haunter on the other side of the window and mirrored its movements as he placed a finger on the glass.
Suddenly chilled by Hector's reaction, Sonja cast a sideways glance at Declan. "Shall we go on?"
"Yeah," Hector blurted out, immediately getting to his feet and heading over to the stairs.
Sonja sidestepped and lifted a warning arm in front of him. "Let's not get ahead of yourself, Hector," she muttered, her eyes narrowed at him. Again, she swiped her gaze back at Declan, as if expecting him to sympathize with her uncomfortable position. After motioning for Hector to wait until she went, Sonja beckoned Declan to follow close behind her as she made her descent.
Hector cast one last glance towards the ghost Pokémon before scuttling after them.
"Speak of the devil," Sonja heard Micah breathe at their approach.
As soon as her eyes adjusted to the darkness, Sonja walked close to the center of the room, checking out the shadowy faces around her. Jacques' frenzied eye glinted back at her as he began to speak. "May I speak to the men who so kindly assisted us?" Sonja began before Jacques could say anything, her voice taut.
Jacques whimpered in the background, muttering a half-hopeful "Sonja."
Behind Prospère's leader, Hector peeked out and similarly studied the congregation before picking out Jacques and hungrily making his way over to him.
--
As Emma mustered up the courage to speak, Elizabeta visibly winced, stepping aside to give Boaz full view of who was relaying the message to him. Her grimace deepened when she noted the sheer understatement of Emma's words.
Boaz slightly tipped his chin to Emma as he processed the information. Her words were opaque, but her stiff smile transparent. His eyes locked onto hers, and if he had, indeed, caught on to the true extent of Jacques' predicament, he refused to hint to it. "Ah, come on," Boaz chuckled. "Now's never the time to be slipping up on your game."
"Oh?" Boaz leveled his chin at the mention of an ambush. "That's new. Sure!" Boaz waved his hand somewhat dismissively. "If Sonja's on it, we can rest easy." He could not help but snicker, thinking about Jacques' reaction if he saw Sonja to the rescue. She was everyone's shining knight, it seemed, but her armor glared brighter for Jacques.
"Oh?" Boaz repeated himself with more emphasis at the sound of Dylan's invitation. Was he inviting him on a date? Flashing him his lopsided grin, Boaz squinted at him, as if the boy's hair would look more neat and tasteful if he eyed him a certain way. Regardless, Boaz had thought Dylan would have been more interested in Halit. "That sounds like a plan!" Boaz accepted, his smile twitching in curiosity. "Just what kind of mess has our Jacques gotten into?"
Reverting his eyes back from his squint, Boaz finally noticed Dylan's injuries in greater clarity. "Are you sure you weren't the one ambushed?" Boaz boldly ventured, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "Well, we'll figure it all out when you fill me in on what happened to Jacques." He began to slip out of the den when he rethought something. Straightening himself out again, he turned back to Dylan. "What's your favorite restaurant? It's on me." Boaz slid a hand out from his pocket and slapped it pointedly.
Knowing that such an invitation would set Hector off, Griffin scoffed in his place. "Really?"
Nolan dipped his head to whisper in Felicity's ear before turning his attention back to Boaz, this time ready to interfere in the new conversation. "You know, if you've got so much money, you better bring back some for the rest of us, Boaz. And make sure you get a strawberry milkshake for Felicity if the place's got some. And don't you go saying you haven't gotten enough. Don't wimp out on your 'financial situation,' especially in front of us."
"Haha, woah, don't pin it on me!" Boaz laughed, raising his hands up in the air. "That's Dylan's call."
Most recent RP example for #2
Vivian's face dropped, her excitement deflated. She did not think Alphonse could bring back the Ultra Ball? The Team Rocket grunt saw no reason the Sharpedo was not up for the task. "Oh, no..." she murmured, her shoulders slumping. She turned back to the water and scanned her defeated gaze over it, her eyes darting over the broken water under Alphonse's submerged form. Vivian waited, painfully yet expectantly, for the woman to call back Alphonse. At this thought, Vivian glumly realized that she had to fall back on the assumption that the Tentacruel was simply too difficult for anyone to manage. It would have made sense for Vivian to have struggled with training the Pokémon. Overcoming a tribulation, however, would have been much more satisfying conclusion, and Vivian remained deflated.
The woman's sudden calling intruded on Vivian's thoughts; she whirled around to face the stranger, who was busy cooing instructions to a Magikarp. "A... A Magikarp?" Vivian snorted, which, in turn, led to an onslaught of laughter. Consequently, another coughing fit emerged, but as soon as she gained her bearings again, Vivian continued laughing. What the heck? "Do you think..." That that thing can help? How unimpressive! Vivian concluded to herself. Once she finished chuckling over the sight of the Magikarp, Vivian noticed that Judith was still smiling fondly over it. The concept of being pleased with such a Pokémon was inconceivable to Vivian, who knew she would not be happy with one. Her teammates would not be amused, either.
Once Leah set to work, it appeared to Vivian that the woman went back to lecturing her. She let out a short sigh. "Huh... You're probably right," Vivian conceded in a low voice. Her face turned bright red. It was clear in this woman's speech that Vivian had done something wrong, regardless, and she was playing it down. It was not working, as far as Vivian was concern; as much as she was trying to hide her contempt for Vivian and her training methods, the Team Rocket grunt was seeing through it. "You're right..." Vivian repeated, her voice morose. For Tentacruel to be in the water, it should ideally be for a reward -- only if it was going to listen to her. It could not be right, Vivian contended, to think about it the other way, with Vivian rewarding its bad behavior. But how could this stranger see that? All she was going to see is disappointment -- unless the Tentacruel could get its act together as soon as it is fished out of the water.
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During the few minutes of waiting, Vivian swiped her gaze from the water to the woman's face and then back again, checking to see if there was a change in either of them. Finally, she moved down to sit by the water's edge. Face flaring red again, Vivian followed suit and sat down beside her, her arms initially wrapping around her knees. Her need apparent, Vivian glanced in the woman's direction and stretched her legs out in front of her. She let a hand drop to the ground and inch itself closer to the stranger's as she continued to glance almost imploringly at her.
Before Vivian could say anything, Leah reappeared, Ultra Ball in mouth. While Vivian's face screwed up in disbelief, she began to laugh giddily. "Wow... How does ... When does that happen?" Once the Ultra Ball passed in the other woman's hands, Vivian lunged at her and snatched it away. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Vivian sang, her pitch frantic, before starting to her feet and whipping the Ultra Ball out in front of her. "Return!" The light emanating from the Ultra Ball found a spot far off shore and drew back in what Vivian assumed to be the Tentacruel's holographic form. After hearing the the secure click of the ball locking in her Pokémon, Vivian hugged it close to her chest. A second chance!
"Thank you," Vivian repeated, breathless with excitement. "By the way, what's your name?" Again, Vivian found herself searching the woman's face, hoping she was as excited as Vivian was and approved of the Ultra Ball returning to her hands. "I'm Vivian!" Upon introducing herself and waiting for her savior's reply, an unsettling silence befell Vivian, who clamped her mouth shut awkwardly as she thought. What do I do next? Challenge her to a battle with the Tentacruel? "What..." Vivian murmured, half to herself. To her embarrassment, Vivian found herself growing nervous at the thought of releasing the Tentacruel out again to fight. What if it acts up again? But how else can I really see its worth in battle?
Vivian's face dropped, her excitement deflated. She did not think Alphonse could bring back the Ultra Ball? The Team Rocket grunt saw no reason the Sharpedo was not up for the task. "Oh, no..." she murmured, her shoulders slumping. She turned back to the water and scanned her defeated gaze over it, her eyes darting over the broken water under Alphonse's submerged form. Vivian waited, painfully yet expectantly, for the woman to call back Alphonse. At this thought, Vivian glumly realized that she had to fall back on the assumption that the Tentacruel was simply too difficult for anyone to manage. It would have made sense for Vivian to have struggled with training the Pokémon. Overcoming a tribulation, however, would have been much more satisfying conclusion, and Vivian remained deflated.
The woman's sudden calling intruded on Vivian's thoughts; she whirled around to face the stranger, who was busy cooing instructions to a Magikarp. "A... A Magikarp?" Vivian snorted, which, in turn, led to an onslaught of laughter. Consequently, another coughing fit emerged, but as soon as she gained her bearings again, Vivian continued laughing. What the heck? "Do you think..." That that thing can help? How unimpressive! Vivian concluded to herself. Once she finished chuckling over the sight of the Magikarp, Vivian noticed that Judith was still smiling fondly over it. The concept of being pleased with such a Pokémon was inconceivable to Vivian, who knew she would not be happy with one. Her teammates would not be amused, either.
Once Leah set to work, it appeared to Vivian that the woman went back to lecturing her. She let out a short sigh. "Huh... You're probably right," Vivian conceded in a low voice. Her face turned bright red. It was clear in this woman's speech that Vivian had done something wrong, regardless, and she was playing it down. It was not working, as far as Vivian was concern; as much as she was trying to hide her contempt for Vivian and her training methods, the Team Rocket grunt was seeing through it. "You're right..." Vivian repeated, her voice morose. For Tentacruel to be in the water, it should ideally be for a reward -- only if it was going to listen to her. It could not be right, Vivian contended, to think about it the other way, with Vivian rewarding its bad behavior. But how could this stranger see that? All she was going to see is disappointment -- unless the Tentacruel could get its act together as soon as it is fished out of the water.
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During the few minutes of waiting, Vivian swiped her gaze from the water to the woman's face and then back again, checking to see if there was a change in either of them. Finally, she moved down to sit by the water's edge. Face flaring red again, Vivian followed suit and sat down beside her, her arms initially wrapping around her knees. Her need apparent, Vivian glanced in the woman's direction and stretched her legs out in front of her. She let a hand drop to the ground and inch itself closer to the stranger's as she continued to glance almost imploringly at her.
Before Vivian could say anything, Leah reappeared, Ultra Ball in mouth. While Vivian's face screwed up in disbelief, she began to laugh giddily. "Wow... How does ... When does that happen?" Once the Ultra Ball passed in the other woman's hands, Vivian lunged at her and snatched it away. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Vivian sang, her pitch frantic, before starting to her feet and whipping the Ultra Ball out in front of her. "Return!" The light emanating from the Ultra Ball found a spot far off shore and drew back in what Vivian assumed to be the Tentacruel's holographic form. After hearing the the secure click of the ball locking in her Pokémon, Vivian hugged it close to her chest. A second chance!
"Thank you," Vivian repeated, breathless with excitement. "By the way, what's your name?" Again, Vivian found herself searching the woman's face, hoping she was as excited as Vivian was and approved of the Ultra Ball returning to her hands. "I'm Vivian!" Upon introducing herself and waiting for her savior's reply, an unsettling silence befell Vivian, who clamped her mouth shut awkwardly as she thought. What do I do next? Challenge her to a battle with the Tentacruel? "What..." Vivian murmured, half to herself. To her embarrassment, Vivian found herself growing nervous at the thought of releasing the Tentacruel out again to fight. What if it acts up again? But how else can I really see its worth in battle?