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Post by Mituna Captor on Nov 5, 2012 18:57:06 GMT -5
Dream bubbles worked in weird ways as they float along. Filled with dreamers, dead and living, and their chunks of their memories. Like the one that was currently floating through New York City. It held the dreaming spirits of the failed players of another universe. All dead of course, but still dreaming, especially for one dreamer within the bubble that now explored the streets of the city while the bubble anchored itself to the state of New York.
Mituna stood out in the crowd with his bright yellow clothing and his odd helmet with its red and blue visor. Oh yes, and there was the fact that his skin was grey and that two sets of horns stuck out of his head and through the helmet. That made him stick out from the human crowd even more.
However, most of the humans ignored him, some unable to even see him. They weren't dreamers, they didn't believe in the powers of dreams. Only those who still had hope in magic and dreaming would be able to see him. (That and those who were already playing or have played the SBURB game would see him as well.)
The troll held the appearance of a nineteen and a half-year-old. Even though he had a horrid speech impediment as well as a lisp due to the two sets of fangs hanging out of his mouth. He wasn't "scary" he was just a bit lost and confused as he wandered the streets of the big apple. His dead, white, eyes staring in awe at the giant buildings and the bright lights that lit up the city that never sleeps.
"7H15 PL4C3 157H W31RD, [/b]" He said to himself. ["This place isth weird."] That's when he noticed a horse pulling a carriage on the outskirts of Central Park. His eyes lit up at the "hoofbeast" as he began to follow it like the curious little fellow he is. " RUFF10H 157H 7H47 Y0U? 0R 15 17 H0RRU5? W417 C0M3 84CK, 5H17 5H17 W417 UP!" He called after the horse as it entered the park. ["Ruffioh isth that you? Or is it Horrus? Wait come back, shit shit wait up!"]
"7H" or "th" added to the end of words is his lisp.[/blockquote] |
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Post by Garchomp on Dec 7, 2012 23:00:29 GMT -5
The Rapidash-like beasts that pulled carriages were slow-moving. Surely, none of them could have blocked an attack or outpaced her. Of course, even if they had fire they wouldn't have been capable of much against her... but still, despite their size, Makya found it difficult to attack them. Besides, there were always people with them, fussing over them or hitching them up or riding along in those sluggish carriages... it made her want to kill someone just so they would move faster. She was hungry!
Of course, that mattered little. In a place like this, even with some undergrowth and ground beneath her to dig into... she couldn't stay for long, and the best prey she could get was probably a cat or a few birds, if she was fast enough.
Lurking as she was, she drew back deeper into the shrubbery of the park, fully aware that if she moved too much, a fin or spike would poke through. She just wasn't supposed to hide in undergrowth, or hide in anything at all. Standing on a mountaintop, roaring a challenge to the skies - that, yes. Skulking was not something a Dragon-type should have ever had to resort to, but there was no chance of simply walking through a city like this. The Garchomp still recalled her initial attempt to simply pass through the first city she found, and the screaming and confusion that resulted. Better to hide - though if this kept up, she was going to just dig herself a hole and traverse the city that way.
Reflexes honed by years of hunting and battle brought her attention almost instantly to... some strange thing that wasn't human that was chasing after a carriage, shouting something that she could barely make out. It - or he - wasn't a Pokemon, but... still much more interesting than watching people go by. Rising from her chosen hiding place, she followed after, not bothering to walk too quietly - something her size and build wasn't going to be stealthy in a park no matter how hard she tried. He looked too strange and bony to be prey, but... she supposed she was curious, and there really was nothing better to do unless she wanted to try her luck with snapping at squirrels. |
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Post by Mituna Captor on Jan 21, 2013 23:36:00 GMT -5
The Beforian troll chased after the carriage until he tripped over a couple of rocks that the wheels had kicked up. In a matter of seconds the mustard blooded troll found himself face first on the ground. He didn't move for a couple of seconds as it took him a few moments to let his brain process that he'd tripped.
When the idea had managed to cross his mind, he sat up and rubbed the front of his helmet in a way that he would if he weren't wearing one.
"0UCH," He mumbled, looking around in a dazed way, "WH3R3D 7H3 MU5CL38345T G0," ("Ouch, where'd the musclebeast go?")
He hadn't even noticed the large dragon that had been creeping around...
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Post by Garchomp on Feb 4, 2013 23:44:25 GMT -5
If that was normal human speech, it sounded much more unintelligible than normal. Not just pointlessly accentuated and specific but... it just sounded strange. She wasn't a linguist so she couldn't pinpoint why it was hard to understand, just that it was - as if a human had been growling a poor imitation of the noises all Pokemon understood.
Well, he had stopped, at least.
And no one was coming right this instant. With a low hiss, she stalked out of the undergrowth entirely, crushing a few plants that hadn't bent away from the force of her movement, and then casually strolled up to the yellow and grey spindly thing. Well, she tried to seem casual about it, at least - but the reactions she had garnered throughout her journey stayed with her, and while respect was one thing - any trainer knew enough to treat her with some kind of respect - fear and shock were... different.
She didn't like that, all that much. But right now the road was relatively empty and she had something as strange as she was to look at.
So of course, the troll got a dragon scrutinizing him, head lowered within biting distance. ohai mituna |
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Post by Mituna Captor on Feb 12, 2013 0:35:15 GMT -5
It took Mituna a few minutes to realize that something had been moving. It finally hit when he found himself nearly face to face with the large dragon. The brain damaged troll blinked a few times behind his split colored visor. He wasn't quite sure where the dragon came from, but he couldn't help but smile a bit at it.
"4R3 Y0U 0N3 0F 7UL45 DR4G0N FR13ND57H?" He asked, tilting his head a bit, "Y0UR3 4 L07 81GG3R 7H4N 7H3 07H3R 0N35 7H0UGH [/color][/b]" ("Are you one of Tula's dragon friends? You're a lot bigger than the other ones though.") Of course, the Beforian troll wasn't trying to be rude to the dragon. His brain translated this as trying to be polite and friendly. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Garchomp on Feb 28, 2013 15:17:16 GMT -5
Such slow reactions. Something or someone so brightly coloured could have been venomous... but this wasn't a Pokemon, and didn't look harmful at all. It was talking at her, but it took a long time for her to parse what it was saying, and that they were words at all.
Why did this place make things so complicated?
But who was... Tula? What? And she was supposed to be its friend... This was just too confusing. Baring her teeth in a warning - and still close enough to lash out and bite him if needed - she rumbled a single word. "No." That done, she settled back, eyeing him. "What are you?" she growled at length, not feeling inclined to trust him. Not that he had hurt her yet, or even was capable of it - her own innate pride meant that anything even roughly human-looking was often overlooked as a potential enemy - but still, it was best to be careful.
She supposed she could eat him, but he looked scrawny and without much meat on him. That and there was something vaguely... off. Like he took up less space than he should. Unused to the ways of ghosts in dream bubbles - and without even any understanding of dream bubbles in the first place - she was content to watch for now, and wait for an adequate if garbled answer. |
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Post by Mituna Captor on Mar 1, 2013 18:23:29 GMT -5
To Mituna, the dragon currently baring her teeth seemed more like a smile to the slow Troll. So, he smiled back in response to the larger creature, not knowing the danger he could potentially be in. As she spoke, Mituna tilted his head ever so slightly in confusion.
It took him a minute to decipher the dragon's question. After the question was processed through his damaged brain, he seemed to perk up, as if a lightbulb had gone off in his head.
"1M 4 7R0LL, 83F0R1R14N 7R0LL," he replied, grinning as he pointed to himself, "M17UN4 M3 M17UN4 7H7H7H7H7 1M M17UN4" ("I'm a troll, Beforirian Troll," "Mituna me Mituna ththththht I'm Mituna.")
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