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A New Partnership - part 7I didn't follow Grovyle right away, as I was still slightly worried.
(Such cold eyes...)
I looked up, surprised to see Togetic. It was then I realised I had been standing in the dining room longer than I thought.
"I'm sorry!" I said hastily. "I'll leave right away!"
"Oh no!" Togetic said, shaking her head. "I just wanted to ask you to do me a favour."
"Yes. You see, I'm supposed to bring this to Grovyle's room..." She showed me an apple, just big enough for one pokémon. "...but I really need to check the storages right now."
"Do you want me to check the storages for you?" I asked, relieved and delighted Togetic asked for my help.
"No, I would like you to bring this to Grovyle's room." She gestured at the apple and I nodded.
"All right! Leave it to me!" I answered cheerfully. I took the apple and hopped off, soon lost in thought.
(This apple must be for her, whoever she is. Would she be Grovyle's room mate? Wait! Where is his room?)
I spun around.
A New Partnership - part 6I didn't spare my partner another glance. It felt like a cold hand had closed around my heart. I stopped at the entrance of the corridor that led to the rooms of the guild members.
(Monty... doesn't have the right to know.)
I shook my head.
(I need some fresh air.)
Monty was still in the dining room when I climbed up to the highest floor of the guild. The only floor above the ground.
The sky was dark blue, littered with stars. I stared at them, surrounded by the sounds of the night and the torches burning behind me.
"Ah," I said softly to myself. "How long has it been since we watched the stars together? Will we ever be able to do it again, I wonder?"
"You shouldn't be out this late."
Without turning around, I answered: "Isn't it the same for you, guild master?"
Red eyes lit up in the darkness.
"Team Mudvyle seems to be doing well."
I didn't reply. ( I haven't searched since I met Monty...)
"Let us go inside," Ninetales said before disappearing into the guild. I followed without
Betrayed BloodEvery morning, Bandersnatch escorted me to the fields and every evening, he would take me back to the camp of his pack. Every time, his pack mates would stop in their tracks to watch us leave and arrive again. Their eyes were red and were glimmering with arrogance, hatred and joy, like those of Bandersnatch. I ignored their insults and their snarls. Despite the fact I was their prisoner, I kept my head high. Despite the fact I was deeply ashamed, I didn't spare them a second glance. Despite the fact I had no chance of escaping, I walked with proud strides, imagining my enemies to grovel at my feet, bloodied and begging for mercy. Mercy they wouldn't get. I didn't expect my pack to save me. In my opinion, they should let me live in shame between the rotten spirits that we called our rivals. I knew they wouldn't give me up that easily, as I was their treasure. Their fighting beauty. They would save me like they would save anyone, just to prove their minds were clean from the cruel though
Boundless BandersnatchHer eyes were like the sky. An never-ending blue, tinted with sadness, sweet, sweet sadness. Her fur, silky and soft, carried the color of a starless night. Blacker and more beautiful than the shadow side of the moon. Even the three small scars on her muzzle, forming like a triangle, couldn't affect her beauty. And she was ours. We had snatched her away, right from under the noses of our rivals. The thought of the expressions that would lie on their faces when they realized we had stolen their treasure was enough to thrill me. I wanted to howl to celebrate our victory and to mock with our enemies. I didn't, however.
She was sitting in the grass, not far from me. Simply looking at the bugs flying from flower to flower. It was my task to watch her. She glanced at me with her gorgeous eyes, reminding me once again she was my prisoner. Her pack mates were endless paw steps away and I was known as the fastest runner around these parts. Every effort to escape would be in vain and she knew it
A New Partnership - part 5Ninetales still wouldn't let us scout new areas, so we simply caught a rampaging Ratata and returned to the guild.
"Oh, Grovyle," Monty said suddenly. "I have a name for our team! Mudvyle!"
I stared at him.
"What?" he asked. "It's a combination of 'Mudkip' and 'Grovyle'. Isn't that awesome?"
I sighed and shook my head. "Fine," I said, "Whatever you want. How did your former partner even put up with you?"
I smiled, but to my surprise, Monty looked a little somber.
"You don't have to tell me," I added quickly.
"It's okay," he replied, "It's only natural you would like to know. The truth is my partner didn't."
Monty refused to look at me.
"But you were a fine explorer," I said, confused, "Otherwise, they wouldn't have placed you here. Didn't they "
"Exactly. That's why I went away and my partner stayed. Our personalities just didn't fit together. We had fights."
I was completely dumbfounded.
(How could anyone get into a fight with Monty? He's irritat
A New Partnership - part 4I watched Grovyle leave, confused.
(Did I say anything wrong? I only told him about the cries I heard Does that mean he did hear them? But why wouldn't he tell me?)
I shook my head and wanted to search for Bidoof.
I quickly spun around. Grovyle had turned as well.
He hopped past me.
"Let's do this," he grumbled.
Even though he didn't look like he was very happy with his decision, I was.
"All right!" I exclaimed.
Grovyle looked at me before he checked the bulletin boards.
(I think his eyes softened just now,) I thought, (And did I see a smile? A very small smile?)
"I'm starving! I bet Togetic has made something delicious again. Don't you think so, Grovyle?" I said.
We had just returned from our first mission together. I was glad I already had some experience, because Grovyle was fast and strong.
(He would probably have left me if I stayed behind too much )
"Food is just necessary for survival," my partner answered grumpily. "Without food, one becomes weak. I e
Apostate Little GhostWe awoke early. The sun had just begun to rise. We left our cage and waited. The sun slowly rose into the sky. We hated the light.
After the Masters had woken up, the pups were trained. Every time a new one made a single noise, the Cutting Tentacles hit their backs, until we pitied them.
We walked to them. The Masters stepped back. The new ones yapped and whined. We tackled them. We scratched, pushed and crushed them, but never bit. Never barked. Never warned.
When they were too weak to speak, we brought our faces close. "Hush," we said. "Hush." The Masters gave us raisins. We removed our masks and harnesses. We ate, we danced, we sang. The Masters watched. They smacked with their Cutting Tentacles. We didn't listen. Not this time.
I perked my ears. Someone answered our song. But no one heard. I sneaked to the fence. No one saw. An outsider was standing there. No one smelled. She looked at me. No one saw.
Her pelt was white. Like the snow that made me shiver. Her eyes were
Ghosts of OmbraWe crept to the entrance. The windows were dark. The Masters kept sleeping while our nails ticked on the ground. We could hear the footsteps now. A cloud shove before the moon, engulfing us in the shadows.
The group split up behind me, one half going to the left and the other half going to the right. They hid behind the fences and waited. I sneaked up the boulder in the middle of the gate. My harness rattled softly in the wind.
Ten two-legs were approaching the camp. They looked a little like the Masters, but didn't have the same Cutting Tentacles. Their deaf ears didn't hear our paws. Their blind eyes didn't see our silhouettes. I stared at them.
The cloud disappeared and we bathed in the moonlight. The others came closer without making a noise. No growl, snarl or snort escaped our throats. The two-legs stared at our masks. I could see the fear in their eyes.
Ghosts. That's what we were called. The Ghosts of Ombra. We came and faded like the mist.
No sound was made. No face was shown.
Unwanted LoveI breathed heavily. My fingertips slipped a few inches. I helplessly struggled to cling at the ledge, the only thing that kept me from falling into the ravine beneath my feet.
"I don't want to die," I whispered softly. It was true. I still had to discover the meaning of the amulet dangling around my neck. But I couldn't call for help. Idris would be faster than my holy protector. Rabbit would never be there before him.
I cringed when I looked down. The endless depth gaped at me, inviting my sore body hanging above him to join the cool darkness. It was alluring to just let go, not having to worry about Idris or my necklace.
"It looks like you're in trouble."
I slowly looked up. My muscles screamed in silence. My fingers couldn't hold on any longer. They let go.
A strong hand closed around my arm before I could fall. Idris pulled me on the ledge, grinning.
I fell on my knees when Idris released my arm. I gasped, shocked.
"Are you okay?"
Wait till the Bass Drops! TG
Kazuto loved dub step, no he adored dub step from the snares to the chilling base drop just gave him the feels. After all who can't resist Skrillex, Knife Party, Waterflame, and Flux. Dub step was so amazing to Kazuto that he shared it everywhere, from social network to just showing his friends and soon all the boys in his school were listening to the form of electronic music. Whenever a new album or EP came out the boys would rush to iTunes or GooglePlay to buy it or even preorder the EP.
Kazuto sat at the stairs of the library at his school watching the boys share earbuds and headphones, when a smile crossed his 14 year old face. Kazuto was 5'9, average muscle for his age, light brown hair around medium-short length just enough that it hung off his head and swayed in the wind, he had bright aqua eyes, and an athletic build to him. He liked to play soccer at break and lunch, but more or less listened to dub step with his friends.
So he smiled as
New School New You TG
Rin hated this idea. The idea of a move, a move between countries at that. His parents were after all Japanese, but that didn't mean he had to move there. He would lose his friends, his life, and hell even his school! That's how much he hated the idea. But despite his protests his parents did not oblige, they just brushed him off and told him to pack for the flight.
Inside his room, Rin stuffed his clothes, chargers for electronics, and other "personal" items as he huffed to himself, "Why must they decide my life for me!" His eyes shot to the door as footsteps grew louder. He zipped the suitcase and his dad appeared in the doorway, "Hey son." He said plainly.
"Hey Dad." Rin's eyes looked away and back to the suitcase as his medium length black hair whipped into his eyesight. Rin was 15, a sophomore in high school, he had a athletic build despite his heritage from japan. He was 6'0 and weighed 189 lbs. Yet he didn't like to run nor play soccer, in fact he was
The Note TG
Hiro watched the bustling streets as cars passed and pedestrians walked. He loved the city, he loved the atmosphere, the new places to explore, and the way of life. Because of these reason he decided to live in a metropolis: Tokyo, Japan. He got up stretching from the hard bus bench he was sitting on and said, "Where to next." Hiro was 20 just graduated from college, he wore geeky glasses, messy blonde hair sat upon his scalp, he wasn't muscular nor athletic, he was school-smart which didn't make him good with girls. Yet he retained a positive attitude despite how bad his social life was. He did though work for Apple because of his Master Degree in Electronics at MIT which allowed him to travel to Japan for his job.
He sighed as he walked to his favorite restaurant; Ukaitei. On his way there a sudden gust of wind blew a certain piece of paper into Hiro's face.
"What the hell!" He exclaimed snatching the paper off his face. "What's this?" He wonde
TG Caption This: Magic Mirror
It had been a year since I had seen her, and there was nothing I could do to stop myself from closing the distance at a run and embracing her. My sister, Kirsten, tried to do the same; except that she was wearing the most absurd costume I had ever seen and probably would have fallen on her face if she had tried. I didn’t care that there were other people watching, I didn’t care about how stupid we would look.
Like a fluffy little ferret or a little dog, Kirsten was mostly fluff and little else, and I scooped her up without difficulty. She wrapped her arms around my neck and cried into my shirt, sniveling. “I’ve missed you so much, big brother!” My sister was eleven, a full seven years younger than I was, and our close friendship would probably have seemed improbable or even bizarre to anyone who didn’t know what had created it.
“I’ve missed you too, Kir,” I said, like the beginning of the word “iridium” with a “k
Gaea the Goddess 5 (WG) Final"So who are you, really?"
The chubby ninja pouted as she sat there in the center of Gaea's room, her arms strapped behind her back and her legs held together by several constricting vines. Her pudgy belly, round and fluffy like a bowlful of pudding, splayed itself over her lap. The goddess tapped her on the head with one finger.
"Are you hiding a cyanide pill in there? Come on, open up!"
"W-What? Of course I'm not! I wouldn't let myself die! I wouldn't normally get caught in the first place!" snapped the ninja, and then she frowned, "It's just...I..."
"You didn't expect we'd cut open your girdle, huh?" Gaea replied, raising an eyebrow.
The ninja sighed. "No...and I'd been trying so hard to hide it too..."
Tabitha stepped forward to speak. "I know her. She's from the same guild as me."
"Tabitha, you can't go and spill a ninja's secrets! It's against the code! I'll be beheaded when I return home!"
"You're not a ninja! Last time I saw you a few years back, you were one of my fan-girls!" T
Death Battle: The Heavy vs. Jinx
TFP: We've analysed the comments and finished comparing the weapons and abilities of these two iconic heavy gunners of Free to play PC games.
Jake: NOW IT’S TIME FOR A DEATH BATTLE!
TeuFort, the primary battleground between the two rivaling organizations, the Builders League United also known as BLU and the Reliable Excavation Demolition also known as RED.
Recently however a few of the mercenaries that were hired by these two companies had to deal with new enemies from some organization known as the United Assassins Association. The RED Soldier had recently returned from his fight with a certain "communist" and had been telling his fellow men at arms the story of the heroic battle.
However these fights with the assassins did little to hinder the ongoing war between the REDs and the BLUs and after a short minute of cease fire the carnage at TeuFort resumed. W
Fairy tail, picnic wedgies, commissionFor the members of the magic guild of Fairy Tail, not every single day is devoted to training or fulfilling missions. There are those days, when the world is peaceful and not about to explode in a storm of fire, than the members of this group decide to enjoy some time off. Visits to other towns or villages, days drinking in the bar...each member has his or her way of using her time off.
After their little “incident” with the bet, Mirajane had decided to calm things down with a small picnic next to one of the town’s nearby forests. The area was famous for the softness of its grass, the shade of the big trees next to it and the gentle elevations at its sides. Many of the town’s inhabitants spent mornings and evenings there, with friends and loved one’s and that was exactly what Mirajane was planning to do. The young, white-haired woman dressed in a comfortable long, red dress, prepared enough silverware and food to feed an army and then invited her friends t
An Apple A Day (Warning: Death)A year ago the world was overpopulated.
Places that had previously only contained a small amount of people at a time had become so full it was difficult to go a few feet without needing to push past someone.
If you lived in one of the more populated areas you may have needed to sleep standing up, surrounded by strangers as everyone you knew had been swept away in the crowd.
Places that had once been completely deserted had suddenly gained a population. People moving to burning hot deserts and icy cold Antarctica to escape the mob of people continuing to grow.
Then a month ago it stopped.
The population started slowly decreasing.
People started dropping dead in the street.
Everyone is dying and people are calling it a miracle.
Does no-one else notice the strangeness of this situation?
A helicopter appears in the sky, apples falling from it like hundreds of tiny bombs.
Each member of the crowd grabbing one fruit each. After a few weeks of the helicopters visits everyone quickly learned n
The Short Adventures of Jack and CalypsoI was born by the sea and I will die in the sea. Davy Jones will cackle as he guides my soul beyond the veil, and as long as it’s the ocean that takes me, I’ll be laughing too.
My lover calls me Calypso, and tells me I’m sea goddess, furious and wild. I call him Jack, but I don’t call him Captain because this is my ship. Jack likes to play the role of Captain when the ship goes to shore- leading midnight raids while I work the seaside taverns with my hair down, red curls cascading down my shoulders and across my breasts. I smiled and swooned, fluttered my lashes and dressed like a wench looking for a little fun. Scurvy bastards were an easy mark, drunk on rum and pissing their pants when I ran them through with my cutlass. Aye, they claimed to be salty dogs but they were nothing but shark bait.
I pillaged and plundered, and lived like a queen on the high seas. We sailed down the coast to where the water was sparkling sapphires and the islands green as eme
The First One to Die
"I won't let you go any further."
His words cut through the silence. I looked at him with suspicion.
"What do you think?" I asked a nearby subordinate.
"Judging from the tail, head and stripes, this is a Collkubi, believed to be an extinct species. Probably the last one of it's kind. Body is made for jumping and fighting. Can't run very fast due its short legs and long neck. Hunts by jumping from high places and surprising its prey. Kills by biting in the neck of its victim while pinning its nails in the back. Has an incredible stamina and stubbornness. Doesn't give up before it or its opponent dies," he quickly analysed.
I nodded and thought for a second.
"What are you doing here? Our business doesn't concern you," I said.
"I'm just protecting what I have to protect."
"And that might be?"
"My hunting grounds."
It was clear he wasn't going to retreat, whatever I would say.
"In that case, you'll be the first one to die."
"We shall see," he answered.
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