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Ryoshi Apirana Sumiura - PoA Written App A Mawile sat silently on the edge of a cliff, dangling his feet precariously over the sheer edge. His breathing was heavy from exhaustion, but at the same time controlled to the point that it was barely noticeable through his red leather tunic. It was nice to finally be able to stop for a moment, after the days of continous walking. He slipped out a small bandanna sack from beneath his tunic, and untied the top. It contained a small assortment of berries, and from it he took out a half eaten Durin Berry. He popped the sliver into his mouth and chewed on it lightly. Durin Berries were terribly bitter and sour, to the point that most couldn't even stand the smell, but he wasn't one of them. He not only could eat them as if they were any other berry, but he actually enjoyed the extreme flavor.As he sat and ate his snack, he stared blankly at the horizon. The rising morning sun made it rather difficult to see, but there definitely some sort of ser
Chlorasteel Task 8: Castle Crasher "So, would you care to explain that again, but include any amount of logic in it this time?" Marci impatiently asked the Bagon. The Mawile, adorned with a frilly brown dress and red ribbons in her hair, and her 'daughter', a small Volcarona wearing a cap of blue flames, a pink bow around her waist and a star-shaped flower in her hair were just outside the large stone brick structure known as Castle Draclugia. More specifically, they were situated on an asphalt rectangle with two baskets hung on poles at either side. The local kids used this 'court' to play some game neither of the two members of Team Chlorasteel present had heard of. Basketball? Some kind of nonsense like that. The Bagon they were conversing with was a player."Look, I told you what happened the first time. Me and Greg were playin' a killer game of B-Ball. Greg tried to do a slam dunk, and the basket sprung him up through the window into the castle. What don't you understand?" The Bagon spat.
Telekinetics M8: Never Turn Back - P.1 "This kind of darkness, it just wasn't natural. It shouldn't be like this. And I'm a ghost, so I should know supernatural." Shannon muttered to herself as she starred up at the starry sky. Everywhere she could see, the tiny, glowing dots littered the night sky, and the moon was even full, and perhaps bigger than she had ever seen it before. Normally a night such as this would be regarded as one of the loveliest possible. If not for two crucial problems.First off, an unnatural, almost supernatural darkness had descended upon the land. The moon and stars should have provided enough light by themselves to bath the Shuppet's surroundings in a dim but visible glow. Yet, she found it was impossible to see more than a few feet in front of herself. Shannon glanced around and could just barely make out the form of a Sentret wearing a yellow scarf and a Furret-themed hat to her right. He was sitting on his tail, firing off sparks of Thunderbolt betwe