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Post by LeoTeo on Sept 13, 2015 17:23:04 GMT
Wane saw the 2 coming close with water and the plastic cups then he smiled and said "thank you very much, but I am not thirsty at all, I am just tired. . .tired t=from running away that is yes yes, tell you what" takes out of his bag some clean plastic cups and hands it over to Chole "use these cups instead, clean water, happy customer"
Akari was still unconscious, all that work she was doing, the efforts, the willing to put the fire off, all that payed off in some odd way after the sprinklers were turned on, all she could do after that was just stop everything and rest, Wane said to Chole "actually I do need a water cup for this lady laying on my knees if it is possible" he said softly
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Post by tormentedNightmare on Sept 15, 2015 1:51:43 GMT
Mitch's blizzard quickly cools off the room as the fire is quenched. he stops the chill before it gets to coud and covers his mouth as he couchs. "a bit more smoke in here than i though..." he looks around the room at everyone.
Garry wags his tail as the cool water starts to fall " You did it!" he bounces around a bit before stumbling "ow..."
Sky tends to those she brought out of the fire wondering where Zane could have gotten to
Zane slowly wakes up and looks around as a drop od water hits his tail. he hisses and trys to stand but his current state is telling him not to move. a few flames spout from his mouth as he trys to force himself up with poor results "rrrr traitors...all of you... you will all burn"
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Post by FruitPunchNinja on Sept 15, 2015 13:16:53 GMT
Chloe took the clean plastic cups from Wane. "Thanks mister! Are you sure you don't need some water? It's good for washing away the smoke and soot." She leaned down and poured some water into a cup, handing it to the girl laying down. "Here you go! Just yell if you need anything else!" She ran to the next people, this time it was a bug-type and-- Chloe stopped dead in her tracks, causing Chase to nearly run into the back of her. "Hey! What's the big id--" The two hesitated, it was Mikan. Chase pulled at Chloe's shoulder. "C-c'mon we gotta get out of here..." Chloe shook her head, and poured two more cups of water. "Hold these." She thrust the remaining plasticware into his basket. Chase looked at her like she had grown a third head and she trotted over to the two and offered them water.
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Post by LampPost on Sept 16, 2015 1:35:05 GMT
After a good flight, Clavein flutters in through an opened window. He sighs with relief as the place seemed to be fire-free. It is now... soaked. " A-ah... I feel bad for those sleeping under the library, ehehahaha..." He tapped his head to get his mind back in focus and starts to take flight again. " G-got an idea!" He starts to flap his wings to guide the smoke and ashes out the window. It looks down at see a another flying type flapping his wings as well. Clavein gives a cheerful wink to Xen as the swoops smoke outside. Even with the cold air, CLavein tried his best to stay in the air.
Kiel was just dumbfounded, no way did one of his waterguns could of done thi-...? " Aha-aha-ha..." Of course, it was not him. The sprinklers were set off. Really, Kiel wonders why they didn't go off right when Zane started the fire. Despite this, he rubbed the back of his head shyly to Garry's praise. " A-at least I helped...Ehh, Garry!" Kiel helped Garyr back on his feet, making sure he's not hurt. "I-it is too slippery for jumping..." He said in an concern tone, taking his hand before looking down as Chase and Chloe helping Wane and Akari. " You g-guys sure are useful...~ While thinking his, he glances at Akari's state, shaking his head. " M-maybe we s-should get her out... She is a fire t-type after all.."
Mikan noticed that the bug seemed to be tearing up. "Must be a weakling..." Having a soften expression, she firmly patted his shoulder. Though is was kinda rough, however she is trying her best to be comforting. Pulling her paw away sheepishly, Mikan stepped back, figuring out she is still too brash. This was confirmed when the bug whimpered at her skull, she was still too monstrous the way she is.
" Cole...Fang..." The skull spoke, tapping her on the back of Mikan's neck.
Mikan can't believe she forgot she was carrying them both. She gruffed in a irritated tone, making her way to the door again. " Rrow...?" Her eyes grew ten-fold, seeing the two children coming towards her. The two looked at her like she was the grim-reaper himself. The skull rests back on Mikan's head as she goes back to heading for the door. She is trying her best not to freak out, she recognizes these two. The fear and shock of their expressions are currently haunting her. "Just keep walking... Just k-keep walking... D-don't l-look at me, don't look a-at me..."
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Post by LeoTeo on Sept 16, 2015 3:17:11 GMT
"be safe on the halls yes!?" yield Wane as he saw two little children go, then he grabs the water cup and tries to make Akari drink it gently, then he speaks to Kiel" and take her where? we go to the left side of the library entrance, we flood the floors below, we take the right side of the library we flood the floors below, the best we can do right now is. . ."then a moment of silence, he seems to had remembered something and afterwards he gives a huge grin, the fact that his hair covers much of his face doesn't help him for others to think it's a good thing "HA-HA! I GOT IT YES!" then he starts to find something on his backpack, taking all the time he needs
Akari however, starts to wake up slowly, she feels cold and weak from the water, and probably because she drank even more cold water, as she opens her eyes, she barely see what is going on, all she can figure is water. . .water everywhere, and she believes it's a nightmare, so he returns to sleep this time thinking she'll wake up on her bed without her blanket on assuming that's why she is cold "it's just a bad dream" she thought
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Post by FruitPunchNinja on Sept 16, 2015 4:24:38 GMT
"Here." Chase offered a cup of water to Chipper. Meanwhile, Chloe picked up the pace walking after Mikan. "H-hey w--" She gasped, she hadn't even noticed the two she was carrying before. "F-fang? And Cole!? H-hey wait, they need first-aid! I saw Doctor Sky earlier, hang on!" She ran towards a clearer area where she saw Sky tending some others. "Sky! You gotta help, there's more injured people! OVER HERE!" She waved her arms, trying to signal Mikan.
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Post by LeoTeo on Sept 19, 2015 3:55:42 GMT
as the sprinklers went on and on spraying water everywhere, you could hear wrench fixing sounds way down on the basement floor, as the sounds go on, the sprinklers slowly started to pouring water less and less until they stopped completely to spray anymore water, then zapping sounds were heard followed by illumination from lightbulbs in every floor of the hotel, some of them popped out due for being old making it rain some small sparks, but those that didn't just made enough light to see hallways, rooms, bathrooms
who could had fixed all these? the sprinklers control, the lightbulbs work again? someone in the hotel must had enough guts to went to the basement so dark and almost unable to see your surroundings to fix this problems, but alas, as everything was lighten up once more, the lightbulbs soon started to lose power and finally shuting down making every hall, rooms and bathrooms dark again, but the mystery to find who was behind all this remained as one however
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Post by laundryman on Sept 19, 2015 5:19:03 GMT
The haunted Earl Grey Hotel--a famous landmark Pokemon getaway, that was turned into a bloodbath. Many who lived or passed through here, they say that the Earl Grey Hotel still contains those who had once lived and died within its' walls. It became a 'mausoleum'--a house of graves--for the bodies and souls that had died on the fateful day of the hotel's invasion.
The perfect place for one to hide away for the rest of their life.
A small Pokemon creature made to walk up to the edge of the mansion's property. Its' figure blended well with the shadows, aside the ruby-red crest that adored the creature's head. It wore a dark-colored hoodie sweatshirt, that was two sizes too large for how small it was. It carried a duffel-bag made of black-colored canvas, that was just as tall as the creature itself.
Frank was a weavile. Frank was a strange and crap-shoot mess of a weavile, but Frank was a weavile nonetheless. Frank's life up to this point was a thick volume, filled with twisted science and its' twisted ilk. Frank had arrived at the Hotel, to find a place to put that volume of life away. As soon as the first step was taken into that hotel, Frank would become a-- ---
Sweet stars and spirits, this place was a wreck. Frank had some sort of idea that the Earl Grey Hotel was going to look pretty worn, but this was ridiculous. There was evidence of water damage, caused by what smelled like fresh-sprayed water. In another part of the old haunt, there was fire damage and charred books strewn about. Frank could even sense the stench of sulfur-tainted water coming from under the floorboards--a smell that made Frank want to dry-heave.
The weavile may have wanted a place to hide away, but Frank wanted a place that was much cleaner than this. Now that Frank was aware of the state of this place, Frank wanted to turn around and go. Even the thought of Frank touching feet against the soggy floor, it made the weavile want to scrub the un-cleanliness away for three hours under a hot shower of city-treated water.
Frank knew that wasn't going to happen. The weavile trekked further inside, to find a place that was at least cleaner than this.
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Post by LeoTeo on Sept 24, 2015 4:03:10 GMT
somehow, some footsteps were heard nearby this Weavile who arrived the hotel, the more he was walking forward to find a clean room, the more the foot steps could be heard, as the foot steps continue a small voice can be heard from afar like if there was someone talking to itself, as it paused like in a conversation with only 1 voice
"d.de....up! you're ma....me look bad!......tha...wh..I..lling you...shut up! I'm looking like if I talk to myself! so shut up already, I can't believe my own head talks back to me. . ." then the foot steps stopped revealing a small sized girl that has a Helioptile kind of aoutfit wearing some sort of a Honedge like helmet, astonish that the halls are indeed very quiet for being a place already with members inside "it looks to me my dear child that somebody is at the corner's turn" said the Voice inside Nissan's head "don't have to tell me twice that, I can sense trouble. . .DUDE! what did I told you not to talk to me back?!" she yield at his own head "what? I am keeping you safe you ungrateful woman!" replied the voice "yeah! but stop talking back to me, it's not funny to ear voices inside my head while o one else can, but whatever reason I do believe I am not alone out here. . .something's going on" Nissan started to take precautions and waited if someone was at the corners turn, then she had to be on guard if said supposed person was indeed at the Corner's turn of the hall
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Post by KitKitsune on Oct 27, 2015 19:55:40 GMT
Xen quietly snorted at Calvein before returning to clearing the smoke. He didnt seem fond of the little puffball as he reminded him of a phychic type Pokemon. Xen froze up then quickly sidestepped as he got a vision and a high pitched squeal yelled towards him.
"BIG BROTHER!" A hotel guest that resembled a ducklett ran down the hallway and as she tried to tackle hug Xen she ended up taking out Calevin instead.Her tiny feathered wings fluttered happily and couldn't even lift her up. She smiled at Calevin as her stubby tail fathers wagged "Hello!" Her eyes seemed massive behind her glasses.
Chipper stood up as he saw Mikan begin to move away "Er..uh..S-Sorry!" His voice cracked as he raised his voice. The water from the sprinklers running off his hat as well,keeping him mostly dry. He hardly noticed Chloe offering him water and jogged after hos red haired visitor. He couldn't fly due to his wings getting slightly soaked.
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Post by toake on Oct 27, 2015 21:23:33 GMT
Wheels or no, these things still get heavy...
Save for rocks and sand displaced underfoot, the wind was the only accompaniment to passing thoughts set out for none to see. While under'foot,' implying footfalls alone without further descriptors yet still implying movement coupled with the possibility for said feet to not be your own, wouldn't be in best taste, it'd be better than thinking the approaching figure an automaton of sorts. Semantics, semantics. It'd been so quiet over the last few miles, one'd wonder if civilization had been but a pleasant dream; Eighty-seven minutes out from the last town sure didn't come up as less than foreboding, for the chance of robbery. Had there been a successful thief in the region since eight years ago or so, in whatever 'mass' heist concocted on toilet paper had been executed? No, of course not. For that matter, there was nary a sign of life... if you excluded billowing smoke serving as a distant beacon, of course.
Which would've been far more helpful in serving as a landmark, had it stuck around. On the same thought, it could've been more than someone's outback bonfire. Seeing how dense woodlands usually became barren of runabout critters moments after catastrophe, there was always the chance a forest f-
No, you cut that out.
Logically speaking, it'd be nearly impossible for a forest fire, what with being so short-lived. It would've, instead, burned hundreds of acres and ruined many a life. Years'-worth of ecosystem development would've gone to waste for a haphazard spark from careless travelers catching the attention of a wild fire-type, as would likely be the case, and it's time to stop thinking negatively because you've arrived. I think to myself too much. ...or is it too little, such that I'd question myself without reasonable justification in lieu of missing intel regarding myself?
Little rest worked little help to weary feet, though the mind in charge took the challenge in stride. Easier to stay awake if lost in thought, one could figure, however relentless the world in its woes. At least now a timid voice wouldn't need more than a few words for a few days' ease, as the hotel promised by a passerby finally came into view. No more humming your favorite tune since it lost power hours ago, and no more sleeping under that tiny portable tent. Which, provided it'd only been in use a single day, had done its job surprisingly well. Money well spent.
Finances aside, now came the factor of disappointment from the blotted sky. It wasn't so much a hotel as it was the trace of one, a shell embodied by weathering and burn damage to... well, minor degrees. From the outside, 'wreck' wasn't a term coming to mind for looking sound. Habitable, maybe hospitable. It'd do for a few nights, nothing more, then out the door would fly nerves strung to their end from worry of collapse.
Even better than the last place!
With an excited skip leading to a half-trip ground-wards, an abundance of cargo and its valet knocked on the front entrace
and immediately regretting its decision, the awkward stance shifted towards more awkward with loose sleeves flying up to cover red cheeks. Did I just knock on a hotel door?? Pleeeeeeease tell me nobody heard it and I can walk in unnoticed, just fine, no embarassment out the front gate...?
Two minutes of reputation-fearing waiting in silence would tell.
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Post by FruitPunchNinja on Nov 3, 2015 18:29:56 GMT
(ok so there are some people who are eager to get in on this action so fair warning i might have some short, one-character posts to get things moving a bit k thx //kicked)
Chase glanced around, Chloe was out of sight. He was too exhausted to go after her, she was probably fine. He needed to get away from all of the commotion. He set the cups and water down on a table, and poured one for himself. He didn't think he was going to drink it, he wasn't sure why he poured it in the first place. Dazed, he wandered to the first floor, where it was quieter and less smoky, as if the fire hadn't settled in down here yet. His ear twitched, and he glanced towards the front door. Was...someone there? No he definitely heard a knock. Without thinking he went over and pulled the heavy door open, ignoring the headache it gave him to get so close to the entrance. "Yeah come in." He mumbled blankly.
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Post by toake on Nov 4, 2015 18:58:39 GMT
Goodbye, what newly-formed respect people may have for me.
A door's creak was all it took to throw a red face into overdrive, even if it wasn't visible. One could practically hear the embarassment emanating from a hood being yanked down to wholly cover humiliation in its purest, with tiny wheels to follow. It was a miracle the shrouded someone had then managed shuffling their blind self inside, despite a rough eighty baby steps as her transit method. Personified social awkwardness found itself inside the hotel, which it wasn't presently viewing on account of, well, covering its eyes.
Bad decisions abound when you can't see, that's for sure, as one rude bump into the fellow holding the entrance open made hyperventilation easy.
Literal blind running was a worse decision when it came to mostly anything, and trekking into a run-down building was no different. Leftover cracks were a tripping hazard, when you're intended by the universe to make a fool of yourself. Boy, was the hooded someone in for embarassment.
Which is to say, suddenly rushing forward and tripping over a tiny crack to sent yourself into a spiral of flailing limbs which somehow looks like you're trying too hard to swat a mosquito could easily derail any chances of either appearing normal or avoiding judgment.
Congratulations, small one. You turned yourself into a laughing stock, even if you can't hear it. You just know it's coming, because you have no idea how many people were watching. It was probably the most important people in the hotel, like the corporate owner heading in for an evaluation. Better yet, given how far away from average civilization it was (not much, but still), it could've been the producer of the mountain of stuffed animals pouring out of that sack you carry with you solely for comfort. To think of a worse possible scenario, it was likely to be a designated soul mate who only existed to give the flat-on-face person a run for their sanity as they'd be perfect with no chance of connecting due to colossal screw-ups issued over two minutes.
Yeah.
Go with that one. It's sure to make you feel better.
Except, surprise surprise, it didn't.
Now smelling the floor, the hooded somebody was frozen stiff in fear. Fear of the aforementioned, which could hopefully be evaded by laying in one spot. For eternity. Just don't get up, not ever again. You probably deserve becoming a carpet anyway.
...At least I'm not dead. Even if I am on the inside.
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Post by FruitPunchNinja on Nov 4, 2015 21:37:49 GMT
Chase was only half-paying attention when he opened the door. He looked up to say something right as the hooded figure tripped over a crack in the floor, falling flat on its face. He snickered. "Uh...are (pft), are you okay down there?" He shut the door behind the newcomer. Normally, the hooded appearance would have been offsetting, but he'd seen weirder in the hotel. He crouched down, tail swishing. "Hey mister, do you need help?"
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Post by toake on Nov 4, 2015 22:16:15 GMT
Two for two on the express ride to permanently recoloring your own face, I see. By "I," I mean the manifest concept of a narrator projected off self-made implicative thoughts- and that's rambling. Three for two, and it's been four minutes. Congratulations.
Making matters go from great to grand, whoever held the door was now speaking directly to the fallen fellow. As if that were needed now, of all things. In fairness, it was better than ignoring someone who'd fallen flat on their face and could be suffering from a minor concussion -or stupidity- while laughing from the sidelines. Which is, in honesty, what was expected. A good reminder that not everyone in the world held ill intent towards the seeming-stupid, and a foothold to grab with the wrong digits.
Because now, of course, a reply was expected.
Coming up with appropriate words would be a challenge in itself, both to speak through pains from a bruised nose... and the damage to what little pride the shady somebody possessed. It'd be instinct to curl up and hope the greeter would lose interest, image taking the back seat to spreading panic. That voice could be anyone. It could be the world leader. It could be some bully whose sole goal in life was to make life miserable for everyone else. It could've been a wild legend out for blood. That last one was less likely, but statistical averages were never in favor of the meek.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
So instead... a pathetic, high-pitched whine forced its way out of the floor-hugger's throat to substitute words. Greaaaaat. Now it couldn't help but feel the need to hide away, without anywhere to go. Except maybe back out. If it weren't necessary to stay the night for rest, as less-than-calloused feet complained, the door would've come off its hinges in the oddly-dressed person's rush.
Thank goodness 'Hookler' made quality adhesives, so there wouldn't be colored face-masks littered about the floor. Just one thrown down on the shrouded figure's visage was sufficient, no mess necessary. It'd happen to be a recreation of a Flaafy's rounded face, with one-way screens in place of eyeholes. A nice way to stay anonymous in just such a situation.
Now, what to do about abnormally curling up on the floor? Practically nothing. Way to save it.
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