First Person Sample: Alright, that's it. BOTH of them are going to get a Grenade Egg to the FACE.
[The rant was coming from a rather strange-looking girl, who had just been shoved out the door. For one, she seemed relatively short, but looked a good deal older than ten. For two, she was attempting to kick the Pokemon she had apparently just been given, which had taken refuge on the roof. For three, she had completely ignored the backpack, which meant she was stark naked. And did I mention obviously a lot older than ten? Kazooie had been yanked out of bed (she didn't even SLEEP in a bed, she slept in a backpack) and all this good stuff. Add to that, she woke up as something very much not a bird. Of course, as far as she was concerned, the only two that could've done this would be either Humba Wumba or Mumbo Jumbo, and she was going to blast them both just to be safe. The sharp beeping in her backpack is also being ignored as she glares up at the black-feathered bird.]
And what are YOU anyway, featherbrain? Something cooked up from skull-face's idiot head?
[The Murkrow still seems wary, peering down at her. The flying-type makes a little squawk and, seeing that its trainer seems to be.... as calm as she's going to get, promptly settles itself on her head. Kazooie pauses for a minute, before swatting at it annoyedly.]
Third Person Sample: Well, this was certainly annoying.
Kazooie let out a soft 'feh,' glancing up at the sky above her. Well, sky and leaves, considering she was leaning against a tree. The former bird was no longer angry; it was odd. She'd gotten pissed, yelled and squawked and generally promised pain, but it had all ebbed away after a bit. Was this the point where you got so angry that you just hit that stage of pissed-off, I'm going to kill someone calm? It looked like it. Or was she actually thinking rationally? If so, Banjo had rub off too much.
The red-haired woman let out a clicking noise. The Murkrow that had been resting on her now-clothed head fluffed itself a bit, peering down at her with a chirp, but his trainer was lost in too deep of her thoughts to pay it any mind. Somehow, Kazooie was getting the feeling this probably wasn't the fault of Mumbo or Humba. True, they were the only ones she knew personally that could physically change something - IE, Banjo, or herself that one time - but admittedly, neither she nor Banjo could say they knew EVERYTHING Gruntilda could do. Kazooie wouldn't complain about her stealing Tooty, considering it got Banjo out of bed and them fighting on an adventure, though if the hag could change forms like this, why didn't she just make herself beautiful to start?
Still, this was starting to seem like something Humba or Mumbo wouldn't do. They were more 'turn you into a washing machine then crack up laughing' kind, and according to the weird talking thing that called itself Dexter (and which she had now dubbed Poindexter), she was apparently a trainer thing who had to take care of the bird on her head. At least it was a bird. But this meant that this left Grunty as the one who did this; who else would cook up this whole thing to keep her busy? And considering that she didn't have Banjo with her, it made sense.
Still, a grin crossed the lips of the former bird. If skele-britches wanted a piece of her, that was fine. She wasn't too happy with the change of form, but Humba or Mumbo had to be around here somewhere, meaning it'd get fixed, and then either Bottles or Jamjars would pop up out of nowhere and give her a new move or something. No matter what skele-head tried, she could never keep any of those four out of the way. Well, except that one time she killed Bottles. But she'd probably only get the mole's help (whichever one it was) after she found Banjo. Then she and Banjo could hike their way up to whatever castle Grunty had set herself on top of this time and blast her again for all this.
"All right, beak-breath," she said, standing up suddenly and nearly deseating the Murkrow. Seeing as she technically wasn't a bird anymore, she felt no problem in using the former insults with abandon. "If you're with me for now, fine. Let's see where root-breath or goggle-boy are hiding."
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First Person Sample:
Alright, that's it. BOTH of them are going to get a Grenade Egg to the FACE.
[The rant was coming from a rather strange-looking girl, who had just been shoved out the door. For one, she seemed relatively short, but looked a good deal older than ten. For two, she was attempting to kick the Pokemon she had apparently just been given, which had taken refuge on the roof. For three, she had completely ignored the backpack, which meant she was stark naked. And did I mention obviously a lot older than ten? Kazooie had been yanked out of bed (she didn't even SLEEP in a bed, she slept in a backpack) and all this good stuff. Add to that, she woke up as something very much not a bird. Of course, as far as she was concerned, the only two that could've done this would be either Humba Wumba or Mumbo Jumbo, and she was going to blast them both just to be safe. The sharp beeping in her backpack is also being ignored as she glares up at the black-feathered bird.]
And what are YOU anyway, featherbrain? Something cooked up from skull-face's idiot head?
[The Murkrow still seems wary, peering down at her. The flying-type makes a little squawk and, seeing that its trainer seems to be.... as calm as she's going to get, promptly settles itself on her head. Kazooie pauses for a minute, before swatting at it annoyedly.]
Hey, I'm not your ride, seedbreath!
And will someone turn off that stupid MUSIC?
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Well, this was certainly annoying.
Kazooie let out a soft 'feh,' glancing up at the sky above her. Well, sky and leaves, considering she was leaning against a tree. The former bird was no longer angry; it was odd. She'd gotten pissed, yelled and squawked and generally promised pain, but it had all ebbed away after a bit. Was this the point where you got so angry that you just hit that stage of pissed-off, I'm going to kill someone calm? It looked like it. Or was she actually thinking rationally? If so, Banjo had rub off too much.
The red-haired woman let out a clicking noise. The Murkrow that had been resting on her now-clothed head fluffed itself a bit, peering down at her with a chirp, but his trainer was lost in too deep of her thoughts to pay it any mind. Somehow, Kazooie was getting the feeling this probably wasn't the fault of Mumbo or Humba. True, they were the only ones she knew personally that could physically change something - IE, Banjo, or herself that one time - but admittedly, neither she nor Banjo could say they knew EVERYTHING Gruntilda could do. Kazooie wouldn't complain about her stealing Tooty, considering it got Banjo out of bed and them fighting on an adventure, though if the hag could change forms like this, why didn't she just make herself beautiful to start?
Still, this was starting to seem like something Humba or Mumbo wouldn't do. They were more 'turn you into a washing machine then crack up laughing' kind, and according to the weird talking thing that called itself Dexter (and which she had now dubbed Poindexter), she was apparently a trainer thing who had to take care of the bird on her head. At least it was a bird. But this meant that this left Grunty as the one who did this; who else would cook up this whole thing to keep her busy? And considering that she didn't have Banjo with her, it made sense.
Still, a grin crossed the lips of the former bird. If skele-britches wanted a piece of her, that was fine. She wasn't too happy with the change of form, but Humba or Mumbo had to be around here somewhere, meaning it'd get fixed, and then either Bottles or Jamjars would pop up out of nowhere and give her a new move or something. No matter what skele-head tried, she could never keep any of those four out of the way. Well, except that one time she killed Bottles. But she'd probably only get the mole's help (whichever one it was) after she found Banjo. Then she and Banjo could hike their way up to whatever castle Grunty had set herself on top of this time and blast her again for all this.
"All right, beak-breath," she said, standing up suddenly and nearly deseating the Murkrow. Seeing as she technically wasn't a bird anymore, she felt no problem in using the former insults with abandon. "If you're with me for now, fine. Let's see where root-breath or goggle-boy are hiding."
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Welcome to the Wonderful World of Pokemon!
Congratulations, you have a fun and exciting adventure awaiting you.
Now that you've been accepted...
[○] Please respond to this with your character's journal.
[○] Comment in the Taken Character's post.
[○] Comment to the Friend Add/Remove, and update your friends list.
[○] Join the following communities: route-29, route_006, route_1065.
[○] If you reserved, please let us know that they've been accepted.
Thank you! See you in Johto!
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