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POSTED ON Jul 2, 2022 21:18:00 GMT
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[nospaces] [attr="class","skullhover"] [attr="class","skullimg"] [attr="class","skulltitle"]導通抵抗 [attr="class","skulloverlap"]BUT HOLD YOUR BREATH, GUESS WHO'S RUNNING THE SHOW? [attr="class","skullbody"]A bonfire party, huh? And not just any bonfire party, either. This was one designed to let the people of Hoenn write their hopes and dreams, both for the region and themselves, and toss them into the great big fire.[break][break] Yeah. With the state of Hoenn, that sounded about right.[break][break] Okay, so the intent was a lot less cynical than that. The real idea was probably supposed to be something cutesy, like letting your goals float off into the sky and fly high. But Isaac and the future didn't exactly get along great so such an intent was lost on him.[break][break] Ugh. No, he wasn't spending a friggin bonfire night stuck in his own head. Not while even his Pokemon were already getting into the spirit of things. Duster smashed a watermelon open so that Watson, Sectonia, and Vivi could descend onto it like a hungering horde. Kiryu was sunbathing, a healthy glow to her metallic plates as they caught (and reflected) the sun's rays. Even Dhelmise was helping out with the bonfire efforts, shedding dry, desiccated seaweed in order to help stoke it up to greater hearts.[break][break] For that reason, Isaac tapped a pen to his chin, trying to think just what hopes he held for both the region and for himself.[break][break] The region was an easy one, if only because Isaac didn't really have high hopes for it. The League was an incompetent, bloated organization that time and time again proved how out of touch they were with the peoples' needs. Rocket was . . . well, Rocket. He met a lot of people here that he trusted dearly. Gerald. Cygne. Cer- okay, well. Trust was a stretch with her. But she was still a friend. At the same time, some of the shit the organization did as a whole disgusted him, and the higher ups? When they wanted to, they could be horrifying. These were the warring options for Hoenn's future, and if anything they were just playing tug of war over a smoldering crater. The region was under some sort of lockdown (How and why, even? Magic? Science? Arceus? Magical Science Arceus?), and a great big meteor was ready to kick the whole damn sandcastle over.[break][break] That was why, on the first strip of paper, Isaac's thoughts were rather succinct. Don't die.[break][break] Next was the harder part. His own hopes. His own future. To be frank, those weren't things he'd considered very often. He spent the past few years just wandering the region, a trail of aimless odd jobs stretching in his wake. His Pokemon were his only companions. Getting from one day to the next was his only goal. How the hell was he supposed to fit accomplishing anything into that schedule?[break][break] Besides, he wasn't the member of the family who got to do that.[break][break] Then again, that wasn't the case anymore, was it? He had companionship now, even if some considered them the dregs of society and a menace on the region. He had stability in his life, even if sometimes he had to do everything in his power to avoid thinking about how he achieved it. Best of all, he was even working towards a purpose now; the building of a better Hoenn, even if it had to be built on tragedy.[break][break] But even if Isaac's future looked brighter, his past still remained. It still loomed over him, no matter how quickly he rode away from it. Maybe that was the problem. Maybe running away from it was only making it stronger. Maybe, just maybe, he needed to turn this bike around and confront it head on.[break][break] Isaac's brow furrowed as he wrote down his wish for himself. Prove there's more to me than they always thought. It was a bitter, blackened thought, which would twist into bitter, blackened smoke. But that was okay. It just meant more kindling for the bonfire.[break][break] In a way, it was cathartic. He strode up to the fire, crumpled these wishes up, and walked away as they tumbled into the bundle of kindling. He didn't need to look back. He knew once the fire started, they'd be nothing but smoke. The tension rolled out from the shoulders. The smile eased back onto his face. And then he made a break for the waves, looking back towards Watson as he ate greedy fistfuls of watermelon. "C'mon, Watson! Last one to the water's a rotten Exeggcute!" he called, the Totodile perking up and rushing along in his footsteps. [break] [attr="class","skullinfo"]733 WORDS / M-M-M-M-MEGATHREAD! [attr="class","skullcredits"]TAIKO! 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Zev stands on the boardwalk of Slateport's beach, watching the crowd of people and Pokémon gather between the picnic shelters. Not for the first time, he feels a distinct sense of separation between him and them — him and the unremarkable, unknowing masses. He has no reason to be out here with them, idling his time away at a bonfire party and pretending he gives two shits about the future of Hoenn. But jack wainwright had invited him, saying other friends might be there. And, truth be told, Zev has no other plans that night. Would he rather work at the bar or actually enjoy a night off, for once? |
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✧ BONFIRE BONANZA
POSTED ON Jul 5, 2022 22:34:48 GMT
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[attr="class","mon"]  [attr="class","monlyrics"]Time to dance with the flames [attr="class","monbody"]It had been a long—and, by Aurelie's standards, hideously expensive—day in Slateport City, but a triumphant one for the Iron Lady Forge, for she had managed to register a booth at an upcoming local trade show for knife-makers and bladesmiths. To be sure, said booth was small, out of the way, and yet somehow still painfully pricey, but it felt like a victory all the same. At the trade show, she'd have a wonderful opportunity to display her hand-forged products, meet customers directly, network with other smiths and forge workers, boost sales, maybe learn about new industry trends and techniques, and hopefully get her name out there for future clients and commissions. She had a lot of work to do to make it happen, of course, but she hoped it would all lead to a bright future for herself and her forge. For now, though, Aurelie was definitely in the mood to celebrate—but cheaply, if at all possible, after the hit to her already-tight budget. So, a bonfire party at the beach sounded absolutely perfect. It seemed a fitting way for people to let loose and enjoy themselves on a beautiful summer night, especially with so many disturbing new developments swirling around Hoenn. Now, clad in a simple, comfortable black-and-white-striped cotton dress with a rather fetching eyepatch to match, the red-haired smith wandered onto the Slateport Beach. The clusters of people gathered around tables laden with pen and paper immediately drew her eye. A nearby sign encouraged everyone to use the pens and paper slips "write painful things from the past and feed them to the fire", but the people around Aurelie all seemed to be writing their hopes down on the paper instead. Taking a couple slips of paper from the table, Aurelie frowned and then gave a shrug. Maybe I'll split the difference, she decided, a grin breaking across her face, and write down one painful thing and one hopeful thing, and send them both into the fire. Both hopes and fears could weigh a person down, after all, and tonight at least seemed like an occasion for lightheartedness and freedom. On her first slip of paper, she wrote, I want to become a successful and profitable bladesmith. It had always been her dearest wish, for as long as she could remember. Closing her eyes, she could picture that future unfolding in front of her: a thriving forge, awash in exciting commissions and lucrative opportunities, always on the cutting edge of something brilliant and innovative. On the second, Aurelie hesitated and bit her lip before she wrote down, with perfect honesty, I miss my family. I miss Kalos. For a moment, she considered crossing it out, but then she shook her head. Just because she didn't want to admit it didn't make it any less true, or less painful. She folded both papers with tender care, curling her fingers gently around them. Aurelie drifted away from the table, looking toward the central pile of sticks and firewood that would most likely become the eventual site of the bonfire. Much to her surprise, she spotted the tall, lean figure of Zev Harcourt among the growing crowd of partygoers. I never would've pictured him attending a bonfire party! she thought bemusedly. But to be fair, she had a hard time picturing him doing anything but stabbing or fighting people with expert skill. It made him one of her best customers, though. She waved hello to him, wondering if he'd catch sight of her. The sight of a familiar face—even a frightening one—among so many strangers relaxed her, bringing a smile to her face. [attr="class","montag"] Zev Harcourt | Open to interactions | Outfit | Eyepatch TIER 1 PROMPTS Share your hopes for Hoenn's future (x5 Pokeballs) Meet three new people (1x Level Tutor) [attr="class","cred"]VEL OF PIXEL PERFECT [newclass=.mon]width:340px;padding:40px;background:#862939;[/newclass] [newclass=.mon img]height:100px;width:100px;padding:15px;border:1px solid #fff;border-radius:100px;[/newclass] [newclass=.monlyrics]text-align:center;font-family:verdana;font-size:9px;text-transform:uppercase;color:#eee;letter-spacing:1px;[/newclass] [newclass=.monbody]width:340px;padding:40px;background:#222;font-size:12px;line-height:16px;text-align:justify;font-family:verdana;color:#aaa;[/newclass] [newclass=.montag]text-align:center;font-size:10px;[/newclass] [newclass=.montag a]font-size:10px;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:8px;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:8px;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass] |
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Though briefly distracted by the somewhat manic energy of a young blonde man (Isaac Merlo) running past with a Totodile, Zev turned away from his scan of the shoreline just in time to see Aurelie Lefevre wave at him. Her presence on the beach caught him off guard for just a heartbeat, as Lilycove has its own beach that she could enjoy, but he wasn't going to question it. Remembering where he was, he flashed her his most disarming smile and waved back. |
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[attr="class","ninety"] [attr="class","joker"] [attr="class","game"]EVENT: BONFIRE BONANZA [attr="class","kikan"]  “ In one hand she carried a clear tote full of s'mores ingredients: newly-bought boxes of graham crackers, soft marshmallows, and decadent milk chocolate bars. Although the fire had not yet been set alight, Xiura anticipated a s'mores feast with any friends she was able to find here. And for any passersby who happened to ask nicely, of course! Beside her, Clefairy carried another smaller bag full of bamboo skewers for roasting marshmallows.  A few well-known faces stood out from the crowd: jack wainwright, Aurelie Lefevre, and Zev Harcourt. However, as she passed a smaller gathering of people near the fire to approach the trio, she felt an odd sense of déjà vu, her gaze briefly landing on the visage of a pink-haired woman (Naomi Sato). Xiura offered a friendly smile as their eyes met, though she couldn't quite place how she knew this woman. Perhaps an old customer from the boba café...? But that didn't seem quite right. The moment of strange familiarity passed as she collected a couple of slips of paper from a table nearby. She would have to return to these fleeting thoughts in a little while, for her mind suddenly found itself turning to older, cobwebbed places in her memory. Painful things from her past? How serious did she have to be about this? Xiura stared for too long a time at the smooth slip of paper in her hand. Clefairy leaned against Xiura's leg, peering into the tote that she had briefly set down, but also breaking her out of her momentary trance. Xiura smiled fondly at her companion's curiosity. Finally, she wrote: Failing my mother's expectations. She fought against the urge to crumple the paper, instead slipping it into her dress pocket. It mattered less to her now, but the filial guilt still lingered. "Clefairy, I think we're going to do really well with the boba café." Clefairy trilled in encouragement, patting Xiura's leg. "And we'll make lots of new memories with our new friends, too." And with that, she picked up her bag and ushered Clefairy along. "Aurelie! Zev! Jack! I'm so happy to see you here! I've got exciting news: we have s'mores for when the fire starts going!" She and Clefairy both raised their bags with unfettered pride. jack wainwright | Aurelie Lefevre | Zev Harcourt | Naomi Sato | Open to interactions!  Notes: Outfit TIER 1 PROMPTS + Share your hopes for Hoenn's future (x5 Pokéballs) + Meet three new people (0/3) (x1 Level Tutor) + [newclass=.joker]width: 360px; height: 140px; padding: 20px; background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -moz-transition: 3s all; -webkit-transition: 3s all; -o-transition: 3s all; transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.ig:hover .joker]background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.4); -moz-transition: 3s all; -webkit-transition: 3s all; -o-transition: 3s all; transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.game]text-align:center; line-height: 9px; margin-top:10px;opacity:0;font:bold 10px muli; letter-spacing: 2px; color: #ffffff; text-transform: uppercase; -webkit-transition-duration:.3s;transition-delay: .3s;transition-duration:.3s;-moz-transition-duration:.5s;[/newclass] [newclass=.game a]font:bold 10px muli; letter-spacing: 2px; font-style: italic; color: #ffffff;[/newclass] [newclass=.ig:hover .game]margin-top:0px;opacity:1;transition-delay: .3s; -webkit-transition-duration:.3s;transition-duration:.3s;-moz-transition-duration:.5s;[/newclass] [newclass=.ninety]width:400px;height:180px;background-image:url(https://i.imgur.com/gSuyykH.png);[/newclass] [newclass=.kikan]width: 65px; height: 65px; border: 1px solid #e3e3e3; transform: rotate(45deg); z-index: 2; margin-top: -27px; margin-bottom: -39px; filter: grayscale(100%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(100%);-moz-filter: grayscale(100%);[/newclass] [newclass=.ig:hover .kikan]filter: grayscale(0%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(0%);-moz-filter: grayscale(0%); transition: 0.6s; transition-timing-function: linear;[/newclass] [googlefont=Muli] [googlefont=Open Sans] |
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[nospaces] [attr="class","rigid"] [attr="class","rigidw"] Cyg was a teenager, once. She didn’t sneak out often, but when she did, it was to go to parties with not-so-good friends in skin-tight dresses, drinking mysterious alcohols out of crunched up plastic bottles. Fortree was no Slateport, though, and those backwoods bonanzas full of teenage spirit paled in comparison to this one. [break][break] The air smelled like sea and salt and sunshine, and the ever-present asphalt undertones of Slateport. A massive pile of flammable wood was heaped in the center of the beach; the sunset was blood orange in the sky, and Cyg was ready to party. [break][break] There was a heaviness in the air that didn’t usually purvey beachside bashes. Probably had something to do with the whole ‘burning bad bits of your past’ thing. Everyone gathered was entirely too solemn for Cyg’s taste, but that was fine. She was 3/4s a bottle of Bacardi Dragonberry in and feeling floaty. [break][break] She sort of felt Isaac before she saw him, in a weird sense. There was a loud, wet crash, which she later realized was the sound of a watermelon being split open, and she squinted through her sunglasses because her Disaster Pal senses were tingling. Before she could find him, though, a volunteer handed her several strips of paper and a pencil. [break][break] It was a struggle to write on the palm of her hand so she eventually hiked her skirt and wrote on her thigh. The future came first, as it often did: [break][break] Change Hoenn for the better. [break][break] To her, that meant grassroots change. Better pay. Less chaos. Disaster relief. But Rowan Wrynn was at the back of her mind, with his DOWN WITH DAHLIA mantra. [break][break] Maybe that, too. [break][break] Then, her past. Ugh, she didn’t want to think about that. Not right now. So she folded the papers and slipped them into her bra, fishing out her hipflask, and took a swig. [break][break] “Isaac!” she called post-gulp, hand in the air, smile crawling across her face. The wind snapped her coverup around her, like dress skirts, as she crossed the warm sands to the water’s edge. Once her toes had touched the surf, she let her own Totodile, Gremlin, out into the water. He bellyflopped into an oncoming wave, disappearing beneath the surface. [break][break] Sure, this was a big party for new beginnings and moving forward and meeting new people but first things first. “Have you had a drink yet?” she asked her friend, reaching for her hip flask again. [attr="class","rigidtag"]Isaac Merlo et all [attr="class","rigidnotes"] notes.wearing open 4 interactions![break]✦ share your hopes for hoenn's future[break]☆ Meet three new people [break]☆ Think about your own personal future two times[attr="class","rigidpokes"]  [newclass=.rigid] width: 400px; margin: 0 auto; font-family: roboto; color: #aaa; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: .5px; text-align:justify; padding-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 20px; line-height: 15px;[/newclass] [newclass=.rigid b] color: #5D82BB; font-size: 11.5px; font-family: trebuchet ms; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass] [newclass=.rigid a] text-decoration: none; color: #5D82BB; font-style: italic; font-weight: lighter; [/newclass] [newclass=.rigid h1, h2, h3] display: inline-block; [/newclass] [newclass=.rigid h1] font-size: 13px; font-weight: lighter; color: #5D82BB; letter-spacing: .5px; line-height: 0px; font-family: monospace; text-transform: uppercase; [/newclass] [newclass=.rigid i] color: #5D82BB; [/newclass] [newclass=.rigid u] text-decoration: none;border-bottom: solid 1px #5D82BB; [/newclass] [newclass=.rigidtag] text-align: right; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-top: 20px; font: 10px monospace; [/newclass] [newclass=.rigidtag a] font: 11px Montserrat; font-weight: 800!important; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: 0px; text-transform: lowercase; [/newclass] [newclass=.rigidnotes] text-align: justify; padding: 20px 40px 10px 40px; font: 10px monospace; letter-spacing: .3px; border-top: solid 1.5px #323232; [/newclass] [newclass=.rigidnotes h1] font: 14px Montserrat; font-weight: 800!important; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: 0px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #5D82BB; text-shadow: 2px 2px 0px #1e1e1e; padding-bottom: 5px; text-align:center;[/newclass] [newclass=.rigidnotes a] font: 11px Montserrat; font-weight: 800!important; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: 0px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #5D82BB; [/newclass] [newclass=.rigidw] padding: 40px; background: #272727; [/newclass] [newclass=.rigid span] display: inline-block; [/newclass] [newclass=.rigidpokes] text-align: center; margin: 0 auto; background: #5D82BB; padding: 5px; width: 390px; margin-left: -40px; margin-bottom: -40px; margin-top: 10px; [/newclass] [newclass=.rigidpokes img] margin-top: -10px; padding-bottom: 5px; [/newclass] |
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[nospaces] [attr="class","skullhover"] [attr="class","skullimg"] [attr="class","skulltitle"]導通抵抗 [attr="class","skulloverlap"]BUT HOLD YOUR BREATH, GUESS WHO'S RUNNING THE SHOW? [attr="class","skullbody"]Wait. Why did Isaac feel the urge to sneeze?[break][break] He stopped short, an unprepared Duster skidding on the sands and slamming right into the back of his leg. The Totodile bounced back into the sands with a wet plop, but seemed content to sit around and make sand angels while he waited for Isaac to get in the water. However, Isaac wasn't moving just yet. Instead, he squinted into the crowd, wondering just what was burning at the back of his brain.[break][break] Sure enough, Cygne came running out from the sands, that bright smile right back on her face. Shit, blue was clearly her color. Isaac's own grin spread to match as he shot her a wave, his own black and red trunks quite the contrast to her elegant choice. "Shoulda known you'd be here," he said, clearly glad to see someone he knew among the crowd. "Good to see ya, Cyg."[break][break] Yet clearly, Cyg wasn't just here to party. She was here to party. This was the fastest hello-to-flask speedrun Isaac had ever seen at a party, and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't down. "Clearly, you came ready," Isaac joked as he glanced over at the flask. "I haven't gotten started yet, buuuuut now you've got me curious. Whatcha packing?"[break][break] As they spoke, he couldn't help but think about the message he'd thrown into the smoke. It was weird. Three months ago, Isaac was pretty sure he'd never sure he wasn't bringing anything to the table. When people looked at him, what they saw was what they got. And what they saw wasn't always great. But now, he could only remember being arm in arm with a dear friend, laughing at the universe and telling those who doubted them to fuck off.[break][break] Maybe he wasn't enough for everyone. But, clearly, he was enough for the people that mattered. Maybe he could live with that.[break][break] And maybe if he lived to see it, the future'd be brighter than he thought.[break][break] PROMPT COMPLETE (Last Post) - Think of Hoenn's Future, x5 Pokeballs[break][break] PROMPT . . . COMPLETE? (Last Post) - Feed A Paper To The Flame (they're in there, just waiting for that flame to light up), x1 Premium Gacha[break][break] PROMPT COMPLETE - Think of the future twice, x1 Sparkling Dust [break] [attr="class","skullinfo"]333 WORDS / ana fell / M-M-M-M-MEGATHREAD! [attr="class","skullcredits"]TAIKO! [newclass=.skullhover]width:420px;-webkit-filter: grayscale(100%);filter: grayscale(100%);-webkit-transition:all 1s ease;transition:all 1s ease;-webkit-transition-delay:0.1s;[/newclass] [newclass=.skullhover:hover]-webkit-filter: grayscale(0%);filter: grayscale(0%)-webkit-transition:all 1s ease;transition:all 1s ease;[/newclass] [newclass=.skullimg]width:380px;height:200px;background-image:url(https://i.imgur.com/HOVZp0J.png); background-repeat:no-repeat;[/newclass] [newclass=.skulltitle]font-family:verdana;font-weight:700;font-size:50px;position:relative;text-align:center;color:#D9B800;margin-top:-36px;margin-bottom:0px;text-shadow: -1px 0 black, 0 1px black, 1px 0 black, 0 -1px black;[/newclass] [newclass=.skulloverlap]letter-spacing:1px;font-family:oswald;font-weight:200;font-size:12px;position:relative;text-align:center;margin-top:-0;margin-bottom:-5px;color:#e8e8e8;text-shadow: -1px 0 black, 0 1px black, 1px 0 black, 0 -1px black;[/newclass] [newclass=.skullbody]div-align:center;text-align:justify;width:380px;font-size:12px;font-family:roboto;color:#d6d6d6;[/newclass] [newclass=.skullbody b]color:#d9b800;[/newclass] [newclass=.skullinfo]width:380px;font-family:oswald;font-size:12px;font-weight:200;color:#767676;text-align:right[/newclass] [newclass=.skullcredits]width:380px;font-family:roboto;font-size:12px;text-align:center;[/newclass] [googlefont=Oswald] [googlefont=Roboto] |
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✧ BONFIRE BONANZA
POSTED ON Jul 10, 2022 5:12:29 GMT
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[attr="class","mon"] [attr="class","monlyrics"]Time to dance in the flames [attr="class","monbody"]Aurelie scarcely had time to do more than look askance at Zev Harcourt in response to his bizarre hissed instruction—what kind of idiot does he think I am, she wondered scornfully, if he thinks I'd ever tell people about "what he was really like"?—before two more familiar faces approached them on the beach. It took her a moment to recognize jack wainwright from their fleeting encounter at a past Ren-Faire, but her lips curled into a broad, appreciative smile as she looked him over. She nodded attentively when Zev performed the introductions between them, surprised to find that they were already acquainted and on friendly terms with each other as well. Was there a darker side to Jack that she hadn't suspected, or was Zev just more sociable and outgoing than she'd give him credit for being? Either way, she couldn't help chuckling at the adorable eagerness of the two men's canine Pokemon as they played together along the beach, as well as the way Jack's shirt flapped loosely open in the sea breeze. "Hello again, Jack," she said, her single visible eye lingering playfully on his bare chest. "Nice to see you with a shirt on this time. Well, somewhat, anyway. I hope you've been doing well since the last time we met." When Xiura Balfaltin approached, Aurelie's smile softened into a gentler, more openhearted expression. She was startled again to hear that the boba café owner was also acquainted with the two men. Much as Zev had wondered with her, Aurelie briefly wondered what brought Xiura to Slateport's beach when Lilycove City had a fine harbor and beach of its own. Is it a business trip, like with me? she wondered. Oh well, why question the bringer of s'mores? "Xiura! Hello!" she exclaimed delightedly, striding forward through the sand to greet her. "My favorite customer! How good to see you again. I love your dress, by the way," she added, admiring the airy, delicately ruffled folds of pale-blue and white chiffon that draped becomingly about the boba café owner's slender frame. "And you brought s'more supplies too! Sweets from the sweet, I see," she said, laughing lightly at her own silly witticism. "Let me see if I can match your generosity, or at least try to. It won't be as tasty as the tea from your café, but it should be fine for a summer night at the beach," she declared, looking thoughtfully at a row of beer, cocktail, and food vendors lining up nearby along the beach. Without waiting further, she hurried across the sand to buy cold beer and cool water, depending on what people preferred. It took a few moments and the help of a cardboard tray, but she managed to bring back enough drinks in cheap plastic tumblers for all four of them, hopefully none quite as potent as the mead at the Ren-Faire. Once everyone had selected a drink, Aurelie held up her glass of beer in a toast. "To peace and safety in Hoenn!" she exclaimed. "Or at least, to better and quieter times without the threat of falling meteors, impenetrable barriers, and dangerous legendary Pokemon threatening entire cities. Surely, that isn't too much to ask for, is it?" [attr="class","montag"] Zev Harcourt | jack wainwright | Xiura Balfaltin | Open to interactions | Outfit | Eyepatch TIER 1 PROMPTS Meet three new people (1x Level Tutor) [attr="class","cred"]VEL OF PIXEL PERFECT [newclass=.mon]width:340px;padding:40px;background:#862939;[/newclass] [newclass=.mon img]height:100px;width:100px;padding:15px;border:1px solid #fff;border-radius:100px;[/newclass] [newclass=.monlyrics]text-align:center;font-family:verdana;font-size:9px;text-transform:uppercase;color:#eee;letter-spacing:1px;[/newclass] [newclass=.monbody]width:340px;padding:40px;background:#222;font-size:12px;line-height:16px;text-align:justify;font-family:verdana;color:#aaa;[/newclass] [newclass=.montag]text-align:center;font-size:9px;[/newclass] [newclass=.montag a]font-size:9px;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:8px;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:8px;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass] |
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[nospaces] [attr="class","rigid"] [attr="class","rigidw"] “Oh, you know me,” she said, relishing in the truth of that statement because, unfortunately, they were kind of the same person, “I’ll go anywhere there’s drinks.” She considered taking a pull of her flask before handing it to Isaac but common decency stepped in and maybe he wasn’t down with and/or drunk enough to be cool swapping spit just yet. [break][break] Yet. [break][break] “It is wodka,” she said, summon a voice from deep in her chest in her best Braum impersonation (meta say what?), “and not the good kind.” Indeed, it was a stringent, piercing alcohol flavor with just the lingering hint of vanilla that popped up somewhere on the back of your tongue. [break][break] Once she’d handed off the flask, she got a brilliant idea, like a lightbulb going off over the top of her head. “Hey,” she said, sliding in next to him and wrapping her arm around his waist-- amazing how easy that happened-- “let’s go say hi to these people. Leave the kids here. Let’s go make friends.” [break][break] Because there were people, there was drink. [break][break] Without waiting for an answer, she tugged, and guided the smaller individual over the sands, wavering only slightly with inebriation, to where jack wainwright, Aurelie Lefevre, Zev Harcourt, and Xiura Balfaltin were gathered. [break][break] “Hey, guys,” she said, voice a sunbeam, “I’m Cygne, and this is Isaac-- hey, I know you!” she said, pointing at Aurelie Lefevre . “We were at the casino together.” [attr="class","rigidtag"]Isaac Merlo et al [attr="class","rigidnotes"] notes.wearing cyg drags isaac over 2 say hi [break]✦ share your hopes for hoenn's future[break]✦ Meet three new people [break]☆ Think about your own personal future two times[attr="class","rigidpokes"] [newclass=.rigid] width: 400px; margin: 0 auto; font-family: roboto; color: #aaa; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: .5px; text-align:justify; padding-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 20px; line-height: 15px;[/newclass] [newclass=.rigid b] color: #5D82BB; font-size: 11.5px; font-family: trebuchet ms; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass] [newclass=.rigid a] text-decoration: none; color: #5D82BB; font-style: italic; font-weight: lighter; [/newclass] [newclass=.rigid h1, h2, h3] display: inline-block; [/newclass] [newclass=.rigid h1] font-size: 13px; font-weight: lighter; color: #5D82BB; letter-spacing: .5px; line-height: 0px; font-family: monospace; text-transform: uppercase; [/newclass] [newclass=.rigid i] color: #5D82BB; [/newclass] [newclass=.rigid u] text-decoration: none;border-bottom: solid 1px #5D82BB; [/newclass] [newclass=.rigidtag] text-align: right; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-top: 20px; font: 10px monospace; [/newclass] [newclass=.rigidtag a] font: 11px Montserrat; font-weight: 800!important; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: 0px; text-transform: lowercase; [/newclass] [newclass=.rigidnotes] text-align: justify; padding: 20px 40px 10px 40px; font: 10px monospace; letter-spacing: .3px; border-top: solid 1.5px #323232; [/newclass] [newclass=.rigidnotes h1] font: 14px Montserrat; font-weight: 800!important; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: 0px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #5D82BB; text-shadow: 2px 2px 0px #1e1e1e; padding-bottom: 5px; text-align:center;[/newclass] [newclass=.rigidnotes a] font: 11px Montserrat; font-weight: 800!important; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: 0px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #5D82BB; [/newclass] [newclass=.rigidw] padding: 40px; background: #272727; [/newclass] [newclass=.rigid span] display: inline-block; [/newclass] [newclass=.rigidpokes] text-align: center; margin: 0 auto; background: #5D82BB; padding: 5px; width: 390px; margin-left: -40px; margin-bottom: -40px; margin-top: 10px; [/newclass] [newclass=.rigidpokes img] margin-top: -10px; padding-bottom: 5px; [/newclass] |
Toni had come to Slateport Beach with the hope to enjoy a nice sunset, alone, as usual. It seemed there were others that had a similar idea. Or perhaps it was some organized festivities?