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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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[Very small. John's smile fades a little as Enoch continues.]
Christ, that's fucked up! [John stifles a small coughing fit in his elbow.] What on Earth do they have against money?
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*Even if he didn't have a single coin to his name anyway. It was the principle of it.*
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[John, on the other hand, has crap tones of Pokemoney that is now completely useless.]
But I guess that means we don't need jobs here then, doesn't it? I had been kind of wondering about that.
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