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towerofanimus2012-12-09 12:42 pm
ghostytrainer) wrote in towerofanimus2012-12-09 12:42 pm
2nd pokeball [open + event]
Characters: John Egbert, some ghost pokemon, and YOU!!
Setting: floor 45, floor 40
Format: Action
Summary: John's feeling a little under the weather but he's not going to let that get in the way of exploring and some mild training!
Warnings: None yet
>Floor 45 (early afternoon)
[There are a lot of things that John misses about Johto but one of the things near the top of the list is flying. There's just something about soaring thousands of feet in the air on the back of an Altaria or a Golurk that's really just amazing. And this floor, with its glass walls and high altitude, is about the closest he can get to replicating that.]
[He'll be in here for a few hours, accompanied by his Dusknoir and Litwick. He's not really doing much, just staring out the walls, taking a few pictures and videos with his Pokegear, and occasionally... talking to the dead things that slither around outside. Or trying to, anyway, he's not really sure that they can hear him. Every so often he sneezes, causing the Dusknoir to hand him a tissue, or coughs loudly. John has never had the best of luck with colds, and it seems that the lack of heat in the tower has already taken a toll on him.]
[Or perhaps it's something a little nastier than that...really, who can say?]
>Floor 40 (evening)
[Later on, John can be found a few floors down in the storage room, still accompanied by his Dusknoir and Litwick, the latter of which is proving to be very useful on this dark floor. The trio isn't attempting to store anything, but rather they appear to be hunting Shadow Blobs and Imps in the corners of the room.]
Chandel, night sh-- [A coughing fit prevents him from actually finishing the command. Seems his cold has gotten a little worse already...maybe taking it easy was a good idea after all. Oh well. Luckily, the Litwick seems to have understood what he was getting at.] Y-yeah... [Hack.] Just like that, good job. Just keep at it, you have this. Ughh... [Sniffle.]
[They'll be here until night falls and the stronger monsters come out to play. Unfortunately, Chandel isn't really strong enough to play with the big boys just yet And John really should get to bed so this cold doesn't get any worse than it already is.]
Setting: floor 45, floor 40
Format: Action
Summary: John's feeling a little under the weather but he's not going to let that get in the way of exploring and some mild training!
Warnings: None yet
>Floor 45 (early afternoon)
[There are a lot of things that John misses about Johto but one of the things near the top of the list is flying. There's just something about soaring thousands of feet in the air on the back of an Altaria or a Golurk that's really just amazing. And this floor, with its glass walls and high altitude, is about the closest he can get to replicating that.]
[He'll be in here for a few hours, accompanied by his Dusknoir and Litwick. He's not really doing much, just staring out the walls, taking a few pictures and videos with his Pokegear, and occasionally... talking to the dead things that slither around outside. Or trying to, anyway, he's not really sure that they can hear him. Every so often he sneezes, causing the Dusknoir to hand him a tissue, or coughs loudly. John has never had the best of luck with colds, and it seems that the lack of heat in the tower has already taken a toll on him.]
[Or perhaps it's something a little nastier than that...really, who can say?]
>Floor 40 (evening)
[Later on, John can be found a few floors down in the storage room, still accompanied by his Dusknoir and Litwick, the latter of which is proving to be very useful on this dark floor. The trio isn't attempting to store anything, but rather they appear to be hunting Shadow Blobs and Imps in the corners of the room.]
Chandel, night sh-- [A coughing fit prevents him from actually finishing the command. Seems his cold has gotten a little worse already...maybe taking it easy was a good idea after all. Oh well. Luckily, the Litwick seems to have understood what he was getting at.] Y-yeah... [Hack.] Just like that, good job. Just keep at it, you have this. Ughh... [Sniffle.]
[They'll be here until night falls and the stronger monsters come out to play. Unfortunately, Chandel isn't really strong enough to play with the big boys just yet And John really should get to bed so this cold doesn't get any worse than it already is.]
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[She grins and skips around him in a circle, glitching when she gets back in front of him and then reappearing behind him.]
It sure does! And it makes me waaaay better at racing than the people who can't do it!
[Seems like the people here don't know anything about the stigma of being a glitch - so she's just going to spin it so she sounds like the coolest kid on the block where she's from. Which is so different from reality that it's a little sad, but hey, a kid can dream.]
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[He laughs a bit as he watches her glitch around.]
So you're a racer, huh?
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[How old are you?]
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...so what's your name, anyway? I don't think we ever got around to that. I'm John Egbert.
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Nice ta'meetcha, John! My name's Vanellope! Now don't go forgetting it!
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[Though she'll most likely end up nicknaming him "Egghead" at some point in time because of it, sigh.]
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[It wouldn't...be an entirely incorrect nickname sob.]
So how long have you been here then, Vanellope? You seem pretty chipper in contrast to a lot of the people I have met here so far.
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[She's finding it hard to tell time, without the "Arcade's closed! We'll start the Random Roster Race soon!" that she's so used to using to mark the end of a day.]
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Why not?
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Feel free to ignore this super-late tagback D8
[She giggles, bringing a hand up to cover her mouth.]
Guess again!