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Who: Echizen Ryoma (i_in_team), Soviet Union meatysoviet, with later cameo by Tooyama Kintarou waiwaiku
Where: Mahogany Town
When: September 3rd
Summary: It's like Chess, but with less synthpop and more violence. And no chess or romantic subplot. Okay maybe it's nothing like Chess. Ryoma pissed off the wrong person and gets his come-uppance for it.
Rating: At least PG-13, will contain Violence and Strong Language.
Log:
Could it really be called a town of ninja if it announced that?
Ryoma was tired from Kintarou's breakneck pace of seeing the Lake of Rage, capturing new and interesting pokemon, and just generally being hyperactive. Did he ever have that level of boundless energy? Sure, after sleeping for twelve hours, maybe.
"Go look around if you want to." he told his partner, typing away at his Gear while Karupin brushed up against his legs, fishing for attention and scratches behind his overly-large ears, which Ryoma of course provided. "Maybe find someone to battle or whatever, I'm going to take a nap."
It wasn't THAT easy to get rid of his partner, but eventually Ryoma succeeded. When he was finally alone he shoved the Pokemon Gear into the pocket of his regulars jacket and looked around at what the small town had to offer: precious little.
Beggars can't be choosers. He decided, figuring the treeline was the best bet for shade and generally being out of the way of people likely to walk by. Clearly the most ideal spot for a nap. He made his way over, the Skitty trailing at his heels, batting at his shoelaces.
Where: Mahogany Town
When: September 3rd
Summary: It's like Chess, but with less synthpop and more violence. And no chess or romantic subplot. Okay maybe it's nothing like Chess. Ryoma pissed off the wrong person and gets his come-uppance for it.
Rating: At least PG-13, will contain Violence and Strong Language.
Log:
Could it really be called a town of ninja if it announced that?
Ryoma was tired from Kintarou's breakneck pace of seeing the Lake of Rage, capturing new and interesting pokemon, and just generally being hyperactive. Did he ever have that level of boundless energy? Sure, after sleeping for twelve hours, maybe.
"Go look around if you want to." he told his partner, typing away at his Gear while Karupin brushed up against his legs, fishing for attention and scratches behind his overly-large ears, which Ryoma of course provided. "Maybe find someone to battle or whatever, I'm going to take a nap."
It wasn't THAT easy to get rid of his partner, but eventually Ryoma succeeded. When he was finally alone he shoved the Pokemon Gear into the pocket of his regulars jacket and looked around at what the small town had to offer: precious little.
Beggars can't be choosers. He decided, figuring the treeline was the best bet for shade and generally being out of the way of people likely to walk by. Clearly the most ideal spot for a nap. He made his way over, the Skitty trailing at his heels, batting at his shoelaces.