lolwat.

Speak of the devil.

Fanderson has requested to see and "understand this fascination of Rachel's" (i.e. roleplaying) so I will post an intro of mine here because it just sucks that much - waitwat.

Ignore the part about Mightyena and Elite Four and Pokémanz if you must. Just pretend Mightyena's some huge, really smart doggie. |D

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"Quiet, this place, innit?"

The large canine-like Pokémon lazily opened one eye at the sound of her trainer's voice and yawned, displaying an impressive mouthful of sharp teeth that glistened in what little sunlight filtered down to the forest floor through the viridian treetops. She whined in response and then extended a furry black paw at the redheaded man's coffee-coloured pants, now stained with spots of dark brown and green from sitting in the grass for the majority of the afternoon.

With a scolding "tch tch" noise, Sidney plucked his Mightyena's paws away from his pants. "Hey now, Glacia's already gonna have my head for gettin' all dirty," he chuckled, as if the wrath of a fellow Elite Four member was the most hilarious notion ever to him; he was never the type to worry about things, even if said Ice-type specialist was going to give him a good hard smack when he returned to Evergrande. "Don't need you rippin' up my clothes too, girl."

Mightyena sniffed and looked away, promptly losing interest now that it was clear she wasn't allowed to bother him anymore. Instead, she turned her attention to something of more importance - namely, the faint scent of food that her sensitive nose caught wafting from somewhere in the distance.

She abruptly leapt up and bounded down the dirt trail, retracing their steps to the lake they had passed earlier that morning and all the while smothering Sidney's alarmed calls with her loud barking. "Man, that girl just can't sit still," he muttered with a wry smile, heaving himself to his feet to chase after his overexcited Pokémon. "Eh, guess a little exercise in my vacation time won't hurt." A yawn, a quick stretch, and then, "Alright then! Now... Mightyena! Get back here, ya little rascal!"

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Okay, to explain the rushed-ness at the end, it's because this intro (introduction, to introduce your character into the scene, for all you non-roleplayers) (I think you could have figured that out yourselves, but whatever) was eating up all of my muse and it was taking me an abnormally long time, so I just went like "screw it" and spouted some random crap to wrap it up. And it shows. Which sucks. Dx

So, there ya go, Fanderson. |3

Any comments, by the way? Does my writing style actually suck that much, Y/Y?




EDIT: OKAY, IT CANNOT GET ANY WORSE THAN THIS

"Accepted!

He then saw Lumera *doing what you chose* and decided to join up.

Intro done."

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