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 Posted: Sun Jun 20, 2010 4:15 pm
 ~Claudia~Claudia's eyes widened in surprise as the Furret charged at her, Metal Claw at the ready. No way in hell was she going down that easy. She locked gazes with the hell-bent Furret and began to glow a soft white, an invisible string began to tie themselves around the hearts of the two pokemon, bonding their destinies as one. Just as the Destiny Bond was completed, the Metal claw hit her, point blank, sending her flying into a nearby wall. The bag of coins was knocked from her possession and flung a few feet away. Unfortunately, the bag and been open. More than half of the coins in the bag spilled onto the floor... and down a stray crack, gone. Claudia started at the now half empty bag, "Dammit! No!" She turned to face the Furret, her body barely willing enough to rise a few feet off the ground. Suddenly her composure calmed, she knew when she was beat. But that didn't mean she had to be a fair about it. She closed her eyes and clenched her teeth, soon a ghostly nail about the size of her head materialized beside her. With a small gasp of pain, the nail was shoved into her, laying a Curse on the Furret. She slowly began to sink into the floor, just before she was completely out of sight, she said, "May all your endeavors end in failure..." (She made it back to her room safely, I know you were concerned :B)
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Posted: Sun Jun 20, 2010 4:45 pm
 LisaLisa winced in pain in response to the Destiny Bond.
Her face went pale when the coins slipped through the cracks of the floor.
And then the damn Shuppet went and put a Curse on her.
"ARC' ******** DAMMIT!" She screamed.
"JESSICAAAAAAA!"
The Furret kicked the door open and began to storm down the stairs.
Until the Lucario used her Psychic abilities to lift the Curse, Lisa knew there was no way in hell she'd be able to steal anything.
Rest assured, this meant war.
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 10:05 am
 SpikeIt was night time.
Up in the attic, a lone Absol sat on his haunches.
A window was open, and the canine Pokemon was staring at the moon.
He's instincts told him to bark, but he had learned to ignore all his instincts a long time ago.
Spike's green eyes gazed at the moon and its beauty.
He wondered what kind of mechanics would work up in space.
That was all he cared about anymore.
Mechanics and building things.
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 10:19 am
 TolinA slight creak echoed off the dry walls of the attic as the door opened. Tolin entered the attic with near-silence as he quietly let the door close behind him. Although in the day his steps might have been indiscernible even to the most sensitive creature, the seemingly unnatural silence of the attic magnified each methodical tap against the wood. Tolin walked over towards the Absol, taking care to maintain a fair distance. Given the Absol's somewhat unusual body, it was clear that it was Spike. " Hello. I apologize for disturbing your peace, but I have a request for you."
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 10:25 am
SpikeThe Absol turned his head, his black-lined left eye glancing at the Scyther.
He'd seen that Pokemon before.
He was a Sun Guilder.
"What makes you think I'd help you?" He asked, turning his head and glaring at the moon once again.
Nobody in his entire guild understood what the moon really was like him.
Spira might have a clue, but nobody understood it like him.
It took a canine to know these things.
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 10:37 am
Tolin " Interest, perhaps? I make the request on behalf of a friend. A scientist, like yourself. Unless I'm mistaken, you've doubtless found this place to be rather... bereft of tools. He has access to his own lab. It will take some time to restore, but it would grant you a place to work. Somewhere you could quietly tinker with your machines away from the kingdom." Of course, Tolin wasn't being exactly truthful. While they had the tools, they had no access to any such lab. But, well, it would be at least a few days until he had to make good on the promise and whilst he disliked Albus using his influence, it was a possibility.
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 10:44 am
SpikeIf Spike had traditional ears, they would be flickering.
His long fur wavered as a breeze came through the open window.
The Scyther definitely had an interesting proposal.
Spike needed someplace to work, otherwise he'd probably end up going insane.
"What are you asking for in return?" The Absol asked gruffly.
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 10:54 am
Tolin Tolin held back a slight chuckle. It looks like his intuition was right. " Two legs. My Croagunk companion has had his legs burnt. The nerves are dead. I know you can create replacements for severed limbs." Tolin raised his left scythe into the air, gesturing with a slight "slash" motion. " I'll do the cut myself." Tolin let his arm drop slack and continued. " I'll provide any of the necessary materials and tools."
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 11:00 am
SpikeSpike closed his eyes for a moment, thinking the whole thing through.
The last time he made an automail limb for someone part of the sun guild, it was because Lucy had literally beaten him until he agreed to make it.
This Scyther looked strong, but he didn't seem interested in beaten Spike for two legs.
It seemed the choice was in Spike's paws now.
The Absol opened his eyes and turned around to face the Scyther.
His metal-plated shoulder glistened as the moon's light reflected off of it.
"I'll need to see him so I can make measurements," He said with a frown.
"If you tell anybody in my guild that I did this for you, I'll shoot your ********' face off..." He then added in a low tone.
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 11:10 am
Tolin Tolin nodded. This was good. Now he'd just have to make the lab before it was an issue. " Of course. I'd expect nothing else. He has residence in the hospital at the moment; I'll take you there." ((Ahkmill, go ahead and make a post in the hospital if you wish. I need to afk for a few minutes so you'll have a few.))
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 11:14 am
SpikeSpike grunted and flipped his hair out of his eyes.
"I know where it is," He said.
The Absol stood on his paws and walked passed the Scyther, not even glancing at the other Pokemon as he left the attic.
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Posted: Fri Aug 06, 2010 1:07 pm
 KaiUp in the rather dusty old attic, Kai sat in an old armchair, staring rather boredly out the window. He had nothing in particular to do. He'd dropped by to see Aryan, but no one had answered the door when he'd knocked, so he'd figured that maybe exploring the guild some more would ease his boredom. Boy was he wrong to think that. The guild was about as exciting as a pile of sand in a desert.
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Posted: Fri Aug 06, 2010 1:11 pm
 AryanIn the old wooden beams and ceiling above Kai, soft creaking could be heard.
It was quite dark, so whatever was lurking there was almost invisible.
Suddenly, a dark body swung from the top, hanging upside-down with its legs hooked over one of the beams.
"Ahoy~" Aryan said with a chuckle.
For some reason, he was wearing an eyepatch.
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Posted: Fri Aug 06, 2010 1:20 pm
KaiKaiyou jumped in surprise as a very familiar Weavile dropped in front of him. "ARCEUS! Aryan, you scared the sh** out of me!" The Marshtomp yelped, although he was chuckling with amusement at the same time. "I was looking for you, you know." He accused teasingly.
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Posted: Fri Aug 06, 2010 1:23 pm
AryanAryan snickered a little as he flipped the eyepatch up, revealing the eye beneath it to be perfectly fine.
"Sorry about that. I was sleeping up here, away fro my team, but you woke me up when you came in. Thought I'd watch you for a while~"
The Weavile snickered and stretched, putting his arms behind his head and showing off his slender new body a little for the Marshtomp.
However, the squeezing of his legs on the fragile wooden beam caused it to snap, sending the Weavile head-first into the floor.
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