Amethyst

[url="http://www.pokemonreborn.com/pbrsacse.wma"]I'm sure most of you have already heard me, but I liked winter's idea.[/url] Although sorry, my mic is really quiet so you'll have to turn the volume up, I'm sure.

Okay. Let's do it like this. Ashley has clarified that the point of SotD is to introduce people to new genres- and why limit it to to genres? I'd go so far as to expand that to new artists in general, even if that's within a genre they already like. I don't think that Ashley would disagree with that, but correct me if so. But that's a side point. If we want to introduce people to new things, and here we're (considering) putting limits on what they can be introduced to how about we ask the people whom it affects most directly. Start a poll on if we should bar japanese music or not. Then it's not in the hands of those who have any influence over the songs themselves, and so it shouldn't be biased. Sound fair?

Script final. Tl;dr imminent. Previously, [url="http://www.pokemonreborn.com/forum/index.php?showtopic=1032"]Miss Lucy[/url], [url="http://www.pokemonreborn.com/forum/index.php?showtopic=1049"]Silence[/url] and [url="http://www.pokemonreborn.com/forum/index.php?showtopic=1075"]Schadenfreud's My Middle Name[/url] [quote] EXT. CITY STREETS- DAY An English city in the 14th century. Outside the dressing room of a young man, AVALON, we see in through his window attendants tying the final laces on his tunic, brightly colored blue and lined with silver thread. The streets are nearly empty, but lined with rot and murk, and squealing rats about hem. Two women morosely shuffle a deceased man through the road. The younger, SHERIDAN, 16, refuses to look directly at him. The elder, CASEY, 31, fights back tears staring mirthlessly at him, mumbling to herself. CASEY ...My love, why... why did it have to take you now... A horse trots past them, followed by a cart stacked high with corpses. As its driver passes them, the cart comes to a stop. Leaning over Casey, the DEATH CART LABOURER looks down DEATH CART LABOURER Lost yer husband did ye? My word, wot a life I've got with Black Death crawlin' about at every turn... But yes, deary, 'and 'im off to me. Small price'll do, wot do ye say? Casey can only continue crying. Sheridan however, steps to the side, still holding her father, and side-kicks the wheel of his cart in fury, though shaking it only slightly. SHERIDAN Father's not going anywhere with you, greedy old pig! Bugger off! DEATH CART LABOURER Ehehehe... Best ye watch yerself, or it'll be you on my cart next week. Ehehehe... The driver whips the reigns of his cart and rides off down the street. A horse drawn carriage rides up the street, stopping outside of Avalon's house. SHERIDAN Rotten old man... I wish we could just find some purity left in the world... But, Mum, don't worry... We'll get through this. Escorted by an older gentleman, AVALON steps from the house. towards the carriage. He notices Sheridan and Casey. AVALON ...Please, gentlemen... I beg your pardon. Avalon moves towards the couple. CASEY No, no... Please, stay back... The plague, you'll- Ignoring their pleas, he grabs the man too, and the three begin to move him at a much quicker pace. AVALON Pay me no mind. My parents were taken by the plague as well; I would not so callously ignore those who now face it too. Sheridan and Casey glance at each other, nodding after just a moment. Together, the three of them shuffle him out of the street. FADE OUT INT. HOUSE- NIGHT Casey and Sheridan both sit at a dining table, in a poorly lit house. In front of her is an old book, and a jar of ink, in and with which she draws a wilting rose over the words. CASEY Ever since... he passed, the hummingbirds haven't come around here... They did always used to... Haven't you missed them, Sher? SHERIDAN Yes, mum. CASEY ...What are you drawing? SHERIDAN Nothing, mum. CASEY It doesn't much look like nothing. Casey stands and circles the table to get a good look at the picture. CASEY That's a very pretty rose... When did you become so talented? SHERIDAN Dunno, mum. Casey begins to return to her own seat as she speaks. CASEY Well, roses are very nice... You know, there's a flower garden not too far from- Eeeek! Casey jumps suddenly, knocking herself against the table. It shakes dramatically, causing Sheridan's jar to topple over, spilling ink all over her drawing. The entire page is soaked in the jet black ink. Casey calms herself quickly, and leans down. She stands back up, holding a mouse up by its tail. It is already dead, with patches of its fur missing, and boils on its exposed skin. Casey shrieks again, dropping it, and fleeing to the other side of the room, suddenly crying and compulsively thrusting her hands in and out of a wash bowl at the corner of the room CASEY Why?! WHY, why, why... She paces to the opposite side of the room from the bull begins to strike the wall of her home. Sheridan sighs at her ruined artwork. Casey eventually calms down, leans back against a corner, and slumps to the ground. CASEY Sher... Sheridan, promise me... You have to live... Please... Sheridan stares coldly at her mother. SHERIDAN Everything's dying, and you expect me not to? ...No one is safe, not even the animals, not from Black Death... clearly. Sheridan motions to the mouse as she says this. CASEY No one is safe... No... Perhaps... Only the flowers will live... They're fine, right? And you're my precious... Lily, you're my... Daffodil in the sunshine- my- Sheridan holds up her drawing, still dripping with ink. Through a window, the Death Cart is seen rolling by, his signature cackle only barely heard over the wheels of the cart. Casey stares at the solid black book in horror. SHERIDAN No, mother. Not even the flowers are safe. FADE OUT EXT. COURTYARD- DAY Sheridan turns into a secluded courtyard of a large house. The architecture of the building itself is old and elegant-but it is in disorder, clearly having been abandoned. The courtyard, however, is filled wall to wall with dazzling, vibrant flowers of all kinds- excepted only by several stone pathways through them. She paces through the fountains and tiers of flowers to the back where a solid patch of roses sprawls out. Two gravestones tower over them, and at their base the hue of the roses sharply turns from red or white to a bed of black. Sheridan stares in disbelief. AVALON I'd like you to meet my parents. Sheridan gasps and turns around to see Avalon, now wearing a blue tunic lined with gold instead. AVALON Yes, I am surprised as well. How do you, a girl whom I am barely acquainted with, come to find my garden? SHERIDAN I beg your pardon if I've intruded... My mother told me of a nearby garden and I- I thought... AVALON There's no need to be embarrassed. I would note the coincidence, however the world is full of strange happenings. Avalon gestures towards the black roses before the graves. SHERIDAN Why have they turned dark? AVALON So they grew, after I laid my parents here to rest. This place does have some magic to it, or perhaps the plague itself carries some latent life in its fallen. SHERIDAN Black Death begets... Black Life? AVALON Perhaps the two were never all that different to begin with. SHERIDAN Still, such a putrid hue in contrast... Why could it have not been something more innocent? Like... the color of your tunic? AVALON This? It is called Cerulean. But... a cerulean rose? Who's ever seen such a thing? SHERIDAN Well, I should like to... AVALON And why? SHERIDAN Certain things have become lost in all the destruction and sickness... Things such as purity and kindness... Colors that cannot be found on corpses... Gentlemen willing to help ailing strangers... Sheridan glances at Avalon and smiles. AVALON Say no more of it. That man was your father? SHERIDAN He was... But he was cold, and uncaring... His loss is regrettable, but he is not missed. By myself, that is. To be honest, I had lost hope that there were kinder men. Mother tells me always to be wary, but... AVALON Treasure her. SHERIDAN I beg your pardon? AVALON Your mother. She will be more fleeting that you think. Or hope. I should know. SHERIDAN I would rather not think of that... But I've lost the time... I must go. AVALON Must you? It is hardly sundown. SHERIDAN Mother asked I be back by then... AVALON Though to be so treasured, your mother need not control you. What you do- Stay, or go, love or hate, live or die- It is still your choice. SHERIDAN ...I must. But is there some way I can see you again? AVALON So there could be... Perhaps? Come at sundown in four days time. I will be here. SHERIDAN Yes... Farewell. Sheridan leaves the courtyard. Avalon watches. When she has disappeared, he rolls up one of his sleeves, glancing at his arm. It is pale, and boils begin to form on it. He sighs in disdain. FADE OUT EXT. CITY STREETS- SUNDOWN Sheridan leaves her house and hurries across the network of streets. Suddenly, the Death Cart appears before her again, deliberately blocking her path. DEATH CART LABOURER Quite a pretty flower, ye are lass. DEATH CART LABOURER Only question is, where's yer hummingbird, 'ey? Sheridan grimaces and tries to pace around the cart, but the driver pulls in front of her still. DEATH CART LABOURER Looking to meet someone, are ye? But I bet yer humming bird won't be flutterin' by, lass. 'Ave a look. He pulls the cart forward several feet. Left in front of her is Avalon, piled on the other bodies, still in a blue tunic, but now lined black. His face is swollen and pale, mangled as her father's. Sheridan stares in horror and begins to cry. DEATH CART LABOURER Aww, now, tell ye wot, ye want 'im? Go ahead. Take 'im. I got my gold for 'im already, it's no trouble to me. Sheridan stares in disbelief before heaving Avalon out. SHERIDAN You're a vile, horrible man... But I thank you. She dislodges Avalon, and the driver trots off immediately, cackling. Sheridan picks Avalon up over her back and trudges away. FADE OUT EXT. COURTYARD- NIGHT Sheridan carries Avalon through the garden, and sets him down on the stone walkway. She begins pull up the roses in between his parents' graves, making a third bed for him. She drags him into it, setting him in a resting position. She sighs. SHERIDAN ...Nice to see you again too, good sir... She sits down beside him and sighs. SHERIDAN So much like life... I say one thing and it turns around to prove me wrong... Cerulean can't be found on SHERIDAN a corpse, and that's exactly the reason why I sought it... Yet here you are. (Beat.) And even now, you're the only cerulean in a world of blackness... So hastily, I would have said 'till death do us part if only you had asked. But it seems that you were a bit late. She manages a smile and sighs. SHERIDAN ...Well you are a bit late, aren't you. And so I will be too, if I don't go back soon... Life awaits. She begins to leave, but we hear his voice. AVALON ..."It is still your choice..." She turns back to him, and thinks. A pause. She returns to his side, and lays down with him, head on his chest, holding him in his resting position. FADE OUT EXT. COURTYARD- SUNRISE The sun is shining directly on them at dawn. The birds chirp happily. Sheridan's eyes shoot open as a hummingbird flies right before her face. She looks to where the hummingbird has flown. It hovers around Avalon's face- his eye socket, which has rotted out overnight- and miraculously, grown in its place instead- a cerulean rose. The camera hangs on the shot, and then fades to black.[/quote]

Confirming that a computer at my university cannot do either of those as well, and also the Post writing tool bar has disappeared as well. I suspect Will is right.

Never thought I'd see the day. Also, I think you might be the first person ever who looked almost exactly like I expected them to. Room looks cozy, too. I like the panda.

Pi-pika-chu, a-pi-pi-pi chuuuu... Pika, pika-pi pi-pikachu! [u]Rules[/u] -There will be three judges, myself and two other members of staff, any of whom are free to volunteer. -Being a judge will mean you cannot enter the contest yourself. -Members can PM me images for future weeks contests. Their use is not guaranteed. -If a Member's image is chosen, they may not enter the contest that week -You are limited to one caption per week, but it can be changed before the contest close -The contest ends Monday at 12 AM EST [u]Prizes[/u] -Each judge's favorite caption will receive $R400. If this means three different people get $R400 or one gets $R1200- so be it. -One random entrant each week will be given $R300. This is independent of the winner. -If a Member's image is chosen, they will be awarded $R500 [u]This week's Image~[/u] [spoiler][img]http://img4.gelbooru.com//images/959/1dccfd7383b1ff9a1e25cbf143acd46f.png?1159106[/img][/spoiler] [url="http://img4.gelbooru.com//images/959/1dccfd7383b1ff9a1e25cbf143acd46f.png?1159106"]Can't click that spoiler?[/url] To enter, just post the caption you think best suits the image in this topic~

[quote name='Ashley' timestamp='1305163408' post='13897'] I've gone over how Japanese music pisses me off, [/quote] Sparknotes for those of [s]me[/s] us who missed it?

Both Genders- Pokeball Accessory Trenchcoat (Black) Elias' Trenchcoat

For the record, I use Chrome with none of these problems, however I have a separate issue that the site will be unable to load if I try to send a PM/view a new topic/post a reply/do some things in the ACP. This is only for this website , regardless of browser or machine, and only on my home internet. I would ask if anyone else has the same problem, but I'm fairly sure you don't. Still, putting this here to have a record of all problem in one space. The first thing I will do is probably attempt to reinstall IPB completely, which I don't THINK will break anything but who knows.

I was going to say ouch, but I can't, because it's entirely true. ><

Website link? The problem with the abridged series is it makes me want to watch the actual series, and I just don't have time for that...

Male- Fern's Glasses Female- Florinia's Glasses Both Genders- Sunglasses Headphones

So. I had no idea that people were having trouble with spoilers. Those of you who are- What Operating System/Browser do you use? How long has it been happening? Can you also not click them on other websites [url="http://monkeypro.net/forum/index.php?showtopic=4300"]such as this one?[/url] Let's get this figured out~

I'm a day late, sorry guys. Yesterday was hella busy for me anyway, but that's no excuse. Contest closed; new one opens tomorrow. N8 and Bullet, thank you for judging, just post who you pick, and I'll take care of the prize money. The winner of this weeks random prize is... Neo! And my pick for the winner is Inuki, because that's basically exactly what I would have said. Congrats to you both, stay tuned for the other judges' choices.

Mostly what Mael said, but I did get Lolitawork Liberetto by Kanon Wakeshima last year. And... Goodnight Lullaby by Avril Lavinge this year. So I guess those.

Haha, well, you're right. I figured, "If Will can do it, what am I waiting for?"

Right, then... That's an issue that'll need to be solved. For now, however, I'll post links in replies, and update the first post with the spoiler-enclosed ones, savvy? Page 1 http://www.pokemonreborn.com/cry/001.png And today's- Page 2/Title http://www.pokemonreborn.com/cry/002.png ...Naturally there's not much to it, being the title page. But that's a one time deal.

Both Genders- Closed Hoodie (Gray) Bell-bottom Jeans (Blue) Skinny Jeans (Blue) With this I'm just about done with all my staple items. I'll be moving into specialty ones, a la the ninja sets, and requests hence forth. If you want recolors, or alternate gendered variations, or some other sort of variations on these staples, or the requested/specialized items, just request it, because I won't be making everything comprehensive.

Because apparently drawing comics is the cool thing to do now. Note, however, this is in no way a Pokemon comic. Cross My Heart, or CRY for short. Updates Mon/Fri --- 1- [spoiler] [img]http://www.pokemonreborn.com/cry/001.png[/img] [/spoiler] 2- Title Page- [spoiler] [img]http://www.pokemonreborn.com/cry/002.png[/img] [/spoiler] 3- [spoiler] [img]http://www.pokemonreborn.com/cry/003.png[/img] [/spoiler] 4- [spoiler] [img]http://www.pokemonreborn.com/cry/004.png[/img] [/spoiler] 5- [spoiler] [img]http://www.pokemonreborn.com/cry/005.png[/img] [/spoiler] 6- [spoiler] [img]http://www.pokemonreborn.com/cry/006.png[/img] [/spoiler] 7- [spoiler] [img]http://www.pokemonreborn.com/cry/007.png[/img] [/spoiler] 8- [spoiler] [img]http://www.pokemonreborn.com/cry/008.png[/img] [/spoiler] 9- [spoiler] [img]http://www.pokemonreborn.com/cry/009.png[/img] [/spoiler] 10- [spoiler] [img]http://www.pokemonreborn.com/cry/010.png[/img] [/spoiler] 11- [spoiler] [img]http://www.pokemonreborn.com/cry/011.png[/img] [/spoiler] 12- [spoiler] [img]http://www.pokemonreborn.com/cry/012.png[/img] [/spoiler] 13- [spoiler] [img]http://www.pokemonreborn.com/cry/013.png[/img] [/spoiler] 14- [spoiler] [img]http://www.pokemonreborn.com/cry/014.png[/img] [/spoiler] 15- [spoiler] [img]http://www.pokemonreborn.com/cry/015.png[/img] [/spoiler] 16- [spoiler] [img]http://www.pokemonreborn.com/cry/016.png[/img] [/spoiler]

And it won't cause any loss to your IVs

Since we only have two judges currently, I'm opening up the third spot to all non-entering members. Anyone?

Male- Fashion Tee (Blue, Red, Green, Yellow, Purple, Orange, White, Black) Thanks to Nyu for pointing out that the default Simple Tee style is actually incompatible with the Open Hoodies- part of the sleeve sticks out from underneath, however the Fashion Tees fix this and look better over all anyway, so... git it~

Tl;dr trolled the hell out of everyone.

Well, not just Politoed. Hippowdon and Tyranitar too, and I know it's not going to do much more damage, but, it still does more damage then wasting a turn absorbing light, and then your opponent switching back to Skarmory, or Ludicolo or Nattorei or god knows what. Or in my case, Emerald using protect~