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 Posted: Thu Dec 23, 2010 10:46 pm
A black-haired, ruby-eyed teenager wandered through a dense area of woods. It was a little bit dark, but she liked it that way - it made her feel at home. She listened silently for the sounds of wild pokemon rustling in the brush, but after a while she decided to sit and wait to see if anything showed up.
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Posted: Thu Dec 23, 2010 11:16 pm
Tai Oswald didn't walk through the forest, he strode... well, about as much as one could stride when one was walking with a cane. Orange-blond hair poked out from a dark top hat, swooshing to one side so that it covered up his right eye. The top hat was not the only odd piece of clothing, a long collared white shirt with puffy sleeves covered by a purple silk vest. The same purple fabric was used on the inside of the flowing black cape that swirled behind him. Black slacks, gloves and wingtip shoes completed the look, for Tai Oswald was not a regular old pokemon trainer, no! He was a magician... at least... he was when he had any gigs, right now he was just a guy struggling on his weak leg to drag a large backpack full of his props to the next town... which he had lost the map to... and this was a rather large forest wasn't it...
Yes Tai cut a perhaps an impressive looking figure from afar, but close up you could see his pronounced limp and notice that those silk threads were a little thin and rumpled and old. This did not dampen Tai's oppressive cheer however, and he kept his head up and face smiling, just in case anyone was watching...
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Posted: Sun Dec 26, 2010 6:43 pm
 Team Rocket, a huge organization of crime lords and ne'er-do-wells, had bases of operation in every major human habitation. But sometimes seemingly independent units called Agents, for seemingly no purpose, would run around wherever they please to do whatever they please, provided they have no mission at the time and report back to their boss with regular communications. Yth and her two twin sisters, Fir and Bun, were such agents. Thus it was no surprise that the weird little girl could be found in the middle of a forest, setting traps for those on their way to the nearby town.
Watch, Scruffmuff! She thought in the direction of her confused-looking Mightyena (who could not, in fact, hear her thoughts or anything), an old mutt that had those tired, long-suffering eyes that looked into your soul. He was not actually THAT old. He was right in what was supposed to be his prime, in fact. But being the pokemon of a bratty evil genius mad scientist would cause any loyal servant to age prematurely.
Yth crouched in the dirt, camouflaged by her leafy suit. The Mightyena, similarly clothed, sat behind her inconspicuously, totally still. A trainer was walking into view from one direction, another trainer elsewhere as reported by her equipment. You see, the journey between cities is a dangerous one, laden with wild pokemon and, er... ME! Any person travelling alone is probably a trainer, with pokemon to defend them. So I laid traps and when these peeps get snared, I'll STEAL THEIR POKEMON! And perform experiments on them! Sooo many things to tesssstt... at this the ethically challenged little girl started drooling ominously.
Soon, the traps would be sprung. ((Up to you guys to come up with what it is and stuff xDD))
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Posted: Sun Dec 26, 2010 11:51 pm
She heard something, and she could tell it was definitely _not_ a pokemon. She stood up, then stock-still, listening hard.
Then, zeroing in on the sound, she saw the magician. She wasn't real confident with people in general, but he seemed so....so very interesting. She inched her way towards him, fearful and yet curious. Something would have to tip the scales, though, before she would catch up with him.
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