Pangoro "Sen"

*The wild Pangoro flees!*

Meanwhile, I just need to get stuff done before I can even get a Skell. I have those items I need to collect, and I have the one where you need to get 15000 credits in one return. I shall prevail in the end!

*Grumbles about being two missions away from getting my Skell*

...So that's what that was about? I see. Well, I'm happy that she managed to live! I know what that's like, being at risk of losing somebody close to you. So I'm happy that she can live to see the light of, hopefully, several years to come.

What happened?

Ugh, I know exactly what you feel. That's why I joined the program called Don't Inhale Ever! It definitely got my life straightened out!

So I have an essay due on Tuesday, and it's quickly coming to be seven or eight pages long. I swear, this is the longest paper I've ever had to type. And in all honesty, it isn't that bad.

The World Ends With You, no question. It's a classic case of how you can have so much fun with a game even outside of combat.

OHHHH! Burned again by the awesomeness that is Sabre Lily!

OHHHHHHH! You guys just got burned!

E.T. was honestly afraid that his life was coming to an end at that time that he saw the explosion. He had closed his eyes in response to the bright blast, but thought that it wouldn't matter anyways. He opened his eyes a few moments later to find that he had a rescuer--no, a savior! ...Okay, no, it was just a rescuer. "Uh, yeah. I'm okay." E.T. responded to the girl's question. He would have taken note of how the girl was able to fly, but at this point, he's seen weirder. Much weirder. "So, uh, you girls need some help over there? Or maybe you could help me find my other friends? We kinda got separated in the time-machine thing, if you're somebody that knows Dex."

A Tale of Two Sons?

So as it turns out, my mom and I are going to be moving earlier than we planned, and we're heading off before my sister and dad. Not that I really mind any of this.

Uh, Valentine's decor? Really? I mean, go for it man, but it isn't even a week into January. ._.

Fred blushed slightly at Z's comment, though that blush dissipated as he listened to Z's ramblings before the fishman was struck with the sudden question. While Fred certainly found Z's mannerisms...well, eerie to say the least, he was still inclined to answer. "Well, uh, I don't really have any friends. I'm kind of a recent addition to the circus here. And ever since I joined--er, was forced to join, I haven't had any friends. Not that I mind. I'm sure that I'll make friends soon! Surely!" Fred got to working on setting the tent up, a somewhat solemn look spread across his face. "Surely..." Fred shook his head, trying to distract himself from his own thoughts. "So, Z. Whaddya do here at the circus?"

Ooh, it's that kind of fantasy. Alrighty then. Yeah, in that case, I'll update it to be one of those old flint-lock guns that shoots magic bullets. Though will that replace my magic attack, or is that just a separate weapon?

As am I. Though in all honesty, I don't want it to be a simple continuation of the story; I want the next generation of the host club. Like, all of the old host club members have graduated, and got replaced by new ones.

As soon as the demon-thing began talking, it was obvious to Fred why the tent fell down. Anybody in that drunken stupor would fail to properly set up a tent by themselves. "The name's Fred," he responded to Z's question, "Fishman Fred if you will. Now, if I may give a suggestion? Don't try and set up a tent by yourself if you're drunk. Get some help next time, okay?"

...Sweet. Not every day I get two guys fighting over me.

...Welp. This RP immediately caught my interest, and thus, I must join it! Oh, and if I goof up on something/want me to change something about my character, just say so. Name: Mark Bryant Age: 16 Race: Humanoid Wolf Gender: Male Side: Ur Appearance: Rather tall and thin, with a bit of muscle on him. He typically wears a brown cloak, under which he has place to hold his pistol and his dagger. His fur is mostly black, with the underside of his chin and neck being a tan color. Personality: In battle, he plays it smart and serious. However, outside of battle, he has a relaxed, and at times teasing, personality. Bio: Mark has always been an independent boy. He never really listened to his parents, for any good reason at all. You could say he was just going through a rebellious phase in his life. To Mark, however, he was just doing what he felt was right. And to him, his dream has always been to fight for the Kingdom of Ur. Ever since he was a child, he was always so enchanted by combat, and would always play-fight with other kids growing up. As for his parents, they set him up to become a doctor. Clearly, Mark did not agree with them. He had always tried to resist them. And after he learned he could use magic, Mark realized that it was time he took things into his own hands. He ran off to the Kingdom of Ur, so he could train with others, and fight for his Kingdom. Weapon: A flint-lock pistol and a dagger. Genetic Traits: Is able to hear things from farther away than other people. Powers: His signature attack is Impact Rondo, where Mark jabs his enemy in the stomach before slashing three times and ending with a shot from his pistol, a bang if you will, all with rhythm. His magic attack is Flame Edge, where he coats his dagger in magic flames before launching a projectile with a single slash at the enemy. Question 1 - What is your definition of "peace"? Your Answer: My definition of peace is when anybody, be it countries or people, can find a compromise to arguments without the need to fight or go to war. Mark's Answer: His definition of peace is simply when there are no wars between major opposing forces. Question 2 - What would you like to see in this RP? I would like to see cool action scenes mixed with some good and pretty frequent character interactions. Ready!

*Hides behind Shulk* Yes please thank you!

Ugh, I know how you feel. I have an essay draft due in two days. And I have to read the last half of a book by this Thursday. Blegh.

*Dodges* PLEASE STOP TRYING TO CATCH MEEEE!

I have no Pokeball, nor do I have a trainer. I am free. I am independent. And nobody can take that from me!

*guys. It literally cut me off at the last word. ._.