Sutoratosu

If you were paying attention, you'd know that was all just a ruse designed to manipulate Arturia's perception of things later on. Plus, Lexi explicitly said Natalie earlier, and given she tends to word things certain ways for very specific reasons, I think the time constructs would fail either way.

Primal Groudon. Not regular groudon, mind you, I love regular Groudon, mascot of the first game in the series that I played and the first legend I ever caught as a kid. No, I just want the primal form gone (And you could take away Kyogre's primal too, for all I care). I think it goes without saying how utterly fucking broken this thing is, even in ubers- I mean, come on... when something is so over the top that upon being introduced, it straight up re-centralizes even the highest ban-level tier around itself, I think we have a very obvious issue in balance. Like literally, the only thing that can reliably check it without taking a lot of risk with being KOed is it's counterpart P-Kyogre... and even then, it's a fucking game of musical chairs to try to invalidate the other sides weather. So yeah, Primal Groudon...let's not meet.

I added in the description of Arya's transformed outfit to her character sheet. Insert Fifty Shades of Grey joke here Oh, and the explanation as to why she has two different hair colors when normal too... the ashen hair and crimson eyes of the transformed state aren't just to look pretty. They've got dual symbolism behind them. EDIT: Yo, Lexi, you gonna tell her what the power does and how it all works, or...? I don't know whether following anna's advice and "Trying Something" and having her figure it out on her own would just be a massive waste of time or not, given you said her powers instantly fail if Natalie is watching... so, not sure if it's even possible for her to try anything.

All I will say is... Its been a long and twisted road, these last 12 years. But I'm glad I'll finally be out of this fucking system soon (like literally, only ten more days). I hate standardized tests, and I hate being made to memorize and regurgitate pointless facts and trivia onto a god damn scantron every spring, but those are only the tip of the ice berg; I could rant on and on about why I hate the public school systems and regulations in America, and we'd be here all damn night. Thankfully though, Seniors who do decently enough around here are like, exempt from every single exam, and most of us are at the point where we've already passed classes requiring an SOL (Standards of Learning... it's Virginia's own brand of the bullshit standardized testing that came out of NCLB) test. And luckily for me, I'm an A-B student... and that's with me fucking slacking off and procrastinating till the last minute- barely giving it any real effort or commitment at all. I'm just fucking done with it all. Aside from one class that I actually enjoyed because my teacher was determined to break the god damn mold and teach us shit that we would actually need to know for life beyond school (such as who really owns this supposed "republic" and how this country was originally supposed to be like), everyone can go fuck off for all I care.

Regenerator Being able to recover from any injury or malady by simply repairing whatever limb or organ is affected. Old age will mean nothing, disease will mean nothing. Hell, in theory, I could live indefinitely. Of course though, immortality could easily become a curse... if you let it be, that is.

Arya It definitely wasn't the best few verses she had ever heard, but with a shrug she gave it a shot. Half her mind curious as to just what a Time Eye could do and the other half dreading the outfit change she knew was coming, the words seemed to flow more naturally to her than Layla's prosing had made them sound: Memory of lost paradise betrayed. Visions, dying in life. Mother of my father, I repair the world. There was nothing, for a moment. And then like wild fire, it began to spread. A shimmering light, a spark of crimson glory. Her fingers changed first, dark grey bleeding over the surface of her nails as once bare hands now clad in black, tactical gloves as the light of transformation swam up her arms like water eeking over glass, her wrist burning as three identical eyes branded themselves against the exposed skin just and a metallic bracer graced the front of her forearm while the rest of it became clad swathed in pure black, kevlar sleeves, the outward faces studded with grey ballistic plates that were almost as instantly covered by the identically hued cloth of the tattered poncho and hood forming around the girl's slender shoulders, covering the body armor forming over her chest just as it had her arms and flowing down to end just above her knees. Just as the pain on the wrists died, so too did the heat she felt on her legs as more tattoo like markings scattered the skin of her lower body, seeming to bloom into existence from nothing as the ruffles of her skirt fell away, leaving her bare thighs exposed for only a split second before more black fabric and grey body armor rushed up her legs to form battle greaves, padding out the knee and shins and thighs with every inch they covered. She hadn't even been able to blink between the start and finish of the whole thing... let alone process what was going on. But looking down at what she now wore, she let out a sigh of genuine relief "Oh, thank god... this is nothing compared to what I was fearing. Might not be standard issue fatigues, but it's definitely better than running around in a dress..." She flexed her now gloved hands, noticing the trio of grey eyes marring the skin. It had to have been what she felt before. She looked back up at Natalie and Layla, though the greatest changes were the ones she herself couldn't even see; The swath of defiant black that once framed her face likewise gone, the ashen white of her hair now unbroken. Her irises no longer their deep, storm grey but rather a crimson that seemed to shimmer with the same ethereal light that had granted her this new form in the first place, their glittering radiance dancing like embers off a great flame. "By the way... what exactly is a Time Eye? From the name, I assume it has something to do with perception and vision... is it like, an Illusionist or something? A Seer maybe?"

Good man. May he rest in peace.

Arya "Please, don't apologize for the world, Natalie," Arya began, almost cringing a little at hearing the other girl do so, ignoring whatever the hell Anna was going on about in the process. "symbols tend to have as much or little power as people are willing to give them, it's only a given that a few bitches will twist and warp that fact to suit their own purposes. Goddess or no, I don't see any reason why you should saddle the blame that's rightfully theirs. That's like the first physicists who discovered how to split atoms taking the fault for Nukes; when people see an opportunity for power, they'll do with it what they want, most of time regardless of what the original creators intended...but enough about that. I've already decided I'm tired of sitting around doing nothing, just watching as this place slowly but surely tears itself apart a little more each day. If I run away now, I'm no better than the people I despise, so... let's just get this over with."

Yes, Yes, we do. We were just too preoccupied giggling to ourselves like a bunch of middle schoolers to say anything about it.

Arya Why the hell are you two going into the Kitchen? You don't fucking live here! despite her obvious objections, she only sighed as she watched the other girls almost instantly disappeared into the cooking space, turning away from the scene as she'd seen nothing. She didn't really feel like getting involved with something that would probably spell trouble sometime very soon, whatever they were doing in there. The only reason she could stay here in the first place was because of Mrs.Opium's kindness, the last thing she needed was to potentially mar her reputation as a model student by getting caught in the company of fools up to no good. Yes, yes, quite, because that would definitely make for a fun reunion with her father.... Seriously... those idiots must think this is an RPG or something, the way they're just inviting themselves in. I'd try and stop them, but sometimes it's just better to let fools suffer the wrath of their own folly... In the meanwhile she pushed the thought away, tried to occupy herself listening for the muffled sounds of the shower. It still amazed her, all of this. Goddesses in the form of girls, Roomates who were as of now, quite obviously far less intelligent than they initially seemed, and an ancient curse that was apparently going to wreak havoc the first chance it got. Oh, and magical powers too, complete with mandatory, impractical combat attire. Couldn't well discount those out of everything else. Well damn, maybe this really is an RPG afterall....

Oh yeah, MTG... I remember this, me and my buddies used to play this back in middle school... we eventually stopped after one got his entire deck stolen though, never found out who was the prick who did it. Hell, I still have all my decks and extra cards sitting around even now. Keep them in a plastic baggy somewhere, gathering dust.

Mareek Akira Sisto (Pokemon Academy... later reused in a gender-bent older form in Luminous Dawn) - A mareek... this kid, I could go on for ages and ages about him. Even now, he remains the apple of my eye, the character I am the most proud to have ever written. Like honestly, the only one who really comes anywhere close to how much I like him is Anver, and by comparison... Dunn doesn't hold a candle to Sisto. Perhaps Mayanna, from Ymora Academy could've someday rivaled him, if the RP had lived long enough. Anver Dunn may have been a man of means and integrity, but Mareek... he was something far much more than Dunn could ever be. Mareek, at least to me, felt like an actual human being who could exists. He had all the complexities, the intricacies and contradictions that a true person has, even if I was the only one fully aware of the extend of said traits because I was the one controlling and profiling him from square one. The reason I liked Mareek so much, was because I could relate exactly to him 99.999% of the time, and the best part was that he wasn't even a self insert; We shared the same personality type, but that was it, aside from that, he had his own history, his own traits, skills, talents, completely different from what I had, not to mention he was pale with red hair- I'm freaking black. But despite that, I still related to him better than I have anyone else before- be they character of fiction of person of flesh and blood. We shared alot of the same problems, the same internal struggles, the same doubts... that was the beauty of it for me- we were so different, yet so alike: The kid was Kindred Spirit, not a self-insert. He is by far the one character to this day that I've gone the most out of my way to try to get right. I don't fucking know how many hours I spent researching psychological matters such as Abandonment, Anti-Social Behavioural Patterns, etc, just so that 1) I wouldn't fuck up on the concepts I'm trying to use and make a mockery of it for people actually going through such things, and 2) I could send him in the right direction and actually know what was going on in his head. For a bit of background, Mareek's early life was a rather... interesting one, let's say. There's too much for me to summarize every detail here, but the important stuff is that His old man was once a juvenile crook with some loose ends and his older brother was basically the closest thing Mareek knew to a male role model he knew from the time he was four or five until he was eight, more than enough time for him to become far closer to his sibling than the very man who helped create him. When his older brother left home after a particularly heated argument with their father and secretly joined team rocket in order to support himself on the streets, that bond still lasted... right up until Galen killed their old man during the Silph Co. Invasion. That was the last bit of news mareek ever heard about him, the last thing he had known. That his brother had killed their old man and up and disappeared without so much as a good-bye. With his only male role model now a murderer and apparently no longer possessed of any desire to have anything to do with Mareek (as far as he perceived his absence as meaning) and his father who, in all honestly, he didn't know that well to begin with because of the hours the man constantly worked... well, there was a lot of shit going on during this time period. The payoff of it all though, was Mareek developing a nice case of Abandonment Anxiety- manifesting itself in the form of Attachment Avoidance; He basically put a wall between himself and others, a hardened facade he used to face the world with. He had deeply ingrained issues with trust after the situation with his brother, and needless to say, all of this went to be the major pillars of his character, and they were damn strong pillars because these traits were played to a fucking tee during the RP, I made sure to do everything by the letter. Now of course, I know what you're likely sayin' "God damn, this kid must've been a fucking edgelord..." Well, to that I say... "What!? How, you just fucking described a total Cloud Strife-" Aha, but you see, that is the part I am perhaps most proud about Mareek. Yes, there was edge to him, needless to say- it was an obvious given with the backstory and his own problems with attachment, came with the territory, if one will. But that's the thing, this kid had personality traits beyond the mistrust and teenage angst, some of which, I didn't even know about until I was writing them down in the post and was like "Hmm... well, screw it, that works better than what I hoped for; it's a canon Character trait now." He wasn't just a brooding loner, he was a twenty-sided di. Mistrustful though he was, it wasn't impossible to make friends... very hard perhaps, and at times he could be an arrogant dick, both partially out of Abandonment Anxiety and the fact that in some cases, he really did feel he knew better about the subject than the other person... but it wasn't impossible. As the RP went on, I discovered just what I had created as slowly but surely, he ended bonding with more than a few of the main cast PCs. The ones he could empathize with first, the shy or introverted ones, namely those like Lana or Zeph's Character (I'm so freaking sorry right now zeph, I can't remember the girl's name for the life of me... forgive me), then later on with those who possessed the type of strength he wished he had but knew he lacked, characters like Henry or Jacob, the former of which was a weird frenemy situation where they were kinda like nemesis, but weren't totally incapable of cooperating loosely if needed- kinda like they respected each other to a degree, but neither was all that fond of the other. Jacob meanwhile was his Rival for the spot of strongest of the freshman class: Jory, just so you know, that relationship between them was hands down the most god damn fun I've ever had writing a rivalry of any sort in an RP setting- 10/10 would definitely engage in again someday... infact, that's a big part of why I entertained the idea of being your co-host for LD. And that brings us to another thing, strength. Just as Mareek ended up eventually growing a bit closer to those bearing strength he lacked, he manifested his own brand of the stuff throughout the story- I never went into PA with the intention of having him be one of the best of his class or trying to win "All" the fights, I just figured, since his mother had been a trainer, and a damn strict one at that, it make sense if he wasn't a total newb... during that first battle with Slade, Exlink's PC at the time, the kid actually amazed me with how calm and meticulous he was, infact he even fucking underestimated Slade (which proved to be a bad idea in the end, resulting in a draw where it could've been a victory for him if he had taken more care. Interestingly enough though, he and slade ended up as Roomates after that. Mareek saw him as kinda derpy at first, but eventually that fedora sporting red head started to grow a bit on him as the plot progressed). Needless to say, from that first fight onward, it was strange... simply from the elements of his personality type (INTJ) combined with his mother's tutelage and his own latent creativity, he arose to become a candidate for the best fighter of his class. I never went into a fight seeking to lose, I just went in wanting to write something entertaining, that I could be proud of regardless of outcome... and lo and behold, guess the effort really paid off. But he also had strength he had no idea about or didn't acknowledge. Despite his fear of his own self and feelings that he was a coward for being able to put up a facade to face the world but crumbling the minute he looked inwardly at his own failings, he was alot more courageous than I think he gave himself credit for. This was a kid who quite literally wanted to hunt fucking terrorist as the head of International Police someday, thinking only of the good for the world he felt a reformed IP could do, and nothing of the personal risk to himself from such a job (He was honestly a bit obsessed about it, honestly, but regardless...). Then there's times in the actual story as well when he charged into something with little thought of the danger for himself, caring only about the person or mon he saw in trouble. Like seriously, coward though he was, he was a better type of coward than most cowards- his fear kept him away from trying to get close to people, hindered his development socially, but it couldn't stop him from doing what he felt was right in the end, didn't even make him blink. Hell, in fact, I think it probably pushed him further to act. Now then, in the end, I planned for him to eventually learn forgiveness after meeting his brother after all the years apart from each other and seeing his side of the story and that he wasn't quite the monster he had made him out to be after he left... but the RP didn't get that far. That's what makes me the saddest to be honest... And now here I go again, trying to achieve that Happy ending in PLD. I'll admit, I was apprehensive when jory approached me with the plans for the story and asked me to help run it, but well, I figured, if I could have another shot and finishing that tale of brothers I began... though, as it is now, I'm abit worried about whether I can do it, whether I've done enough ground work or will need more, but... eh, LD is still in it's beginning stages... plus I have time off right now while Jory's messing with you guys. Erce, The Iron Angel- Ol Erce. She's a scyther, but fuck it, she's still a character I fucking loved. You can't have Classic Mareek without Erce around as well. They had similar personalities in a few ways, Erce was no none sense and to the point. She was like an Adult among a bunch of little kids- and I mean that... chronologically, she was probably somewhere between her late twenties to mid thirties, and she was a hell of a lot more mature than most of the starting partners present in the RP. She was both Mareek's protector and his moral compass, in case it was ever needed when he came to a hard decision (such as an encounter with his brother), and that was because she was basically nothing until Mareek's older brother gave her to him as a gift on his birthday (long story... involves stealing from Giovanni and the Game Corner, but old Gi was cool with it when he heard his brother's reason and didn't have Galen like, knocked off for stealing from the mob). and in truth, Erce imprinted on Mareek the image of the child she had lost (Yes, even the scyther has a backstory. His entire god damn team had backstories that made them who they are.). My only regret... is I never got to use the Metal Coat. I'm sorry Erce, you would've made a fucking magnificent Scizor. Nemo, the Atoning Little Soldier- Nemo, ma boy. You changed so much in just a few months with Mareek's guidance. Honestly, I think you two really needed each other, more than either could've known. Both of you were like fucking steroids for the others confidence and self-esteem; Mareek helped you discover the power of raw determination and you were like a little buddy to him. Like, not gonna lie, little bloke, out of the 3 OGs of the Sisto Squad, you had the most developmental impact, even more than erce, which was fucking amazing to me because she had years of bonding more than you. I don't think I could've been any prouder when you completed your journey from lonely little orphan crying because some bitch of a swellow stole his club, to a feisty little fighter wasn't gonna back down or take jack shit from the world anymore. I salute you, good cubone. Hopefully, in your new place at Marcella's side in LD, you can help me finish the story of two brothers... or a brother and sister, as it is now. Anyways, you were fucking badass, and I loved every minute of writing you, even during the fall to darkness and rise to redemption after the death of java. Java, the Space Duck- Java, you glorious bastard. That's all I can say. You practically ran shit in the Sisto Squad, I don't think Mareek would've done anywhere near as great a job in the beginning without your help. And even more than just being a manager, you were someone he could talk to and who could actually speak back in human language. Everyone on the team took your death hard bro, but I know Mareek was definitely the one who felt your lose the hardest. You two were the best of friends, right up until the bloody end... I mean, damn man. I fucking cried when I wrote all that. Just as you had grown on Mareek and the others, you had grown on me too, space duck, I found myself mourning you just as they did, even though I knew full well you'd rise again from the ashes of your fate, even if it would take quite some time... you meant that much to me as a character. Just like Nemo, I salute you. Without your influence, I know that Mareek would've been a lot worse off in his development. Rest In Peace, you glorious bastard of a space duck. May flights of Pidoves sing thee to thy rest. That's all for now.

Well god damn dobby, fine, I won't correct you on anything about the stones then. Jeebus, I wouldn't even have been rude about it >_> Well let see... I guess the most prominent things I have, besides the essentials of my wallet, keys, phone, and watch, are the black velvet bag which I keep my own assortment of stones in. I've always had an interest in the occult and esoteric belief systems, ever since probably... early days of middle school or so- ever since I was old enough to start seriously, legit wondering: What if stuff like harry potter isn't completely fictional and some rough concepts and beliefs of magic actually exist? It has to all be based off of something, right? I got a small collection of my own, filled with various things such as Chinese Fluorite, Quartz, Ameterine, Lapis, Carnelian, Calcite, etc. Basically, I put most of the focus on stones which influence creativity, abstract thoughts or just general intellectual flow, things such as that, to "help" with my writing, if one will. Occasionally, I'll shift the stones out for new ones, and every once in a while bath them in salt for reasons I'm sure half of you will ridicule as superstitious and the other half with scratch your heads about, so I won't even bother wasting my energy going into it here for people I'm more than half certain won't appreciate the ancient belief systems and concepts I'd be trying to explain in the first place. Actually, hell, now that I think about it... it's been quite a while since I've done either of that... anyways, moving on, another thing I carry is my class ring. Nothing really special, no childhood memories or deep psychological significance. But the damn thing was like... fucking $450 maybe, and my mother spent a pretty penny on it, so fuck it, I'ma wear it whenever I can because it's nice to have nice things and it be a waste if I didn't. Plus it's monogramed with my Zodiac Sign, Name, Signature on the inside, and embedded with my freaking Birth Stone to boot. I don't thing you could really get more personalized than that. Then there's this... sword charm thing I made... I don't really... recall why I made it, was just fucking bored one day and had a broken nail file, you know, the metal tips with the little enamled handle and a point so you can dig under your nails? I guess it's like a laser pointer for a cat- keeps me occupied when I just want to fucking check out of something and let my mind wander. I've found I can impose a lot of mental images and visualizations on it, when I really want to... or at the very least, it can serve as the basis for a good bout of day dreaming. does that sound vague and abstract? Yes. But fuck it, I intend to be an author of fiction someday. One of my jobs will be to be abstract, so... Then there is my satchel. My trusty, durable manpurse satchel. This bad boy carries all my extra, non-school related shit in it, and I've been carrying it with me everyday for the past year or so since I got. It contains my Chromebook, My Prose Journal, several pads of paper and numerous writing utensils, not to mention an emotional writing-thesaurus, the occasional esoteric reading material... basically, it carries all the shit I use to write my stories. Or would use to write my stories, If a good 50% I weren't a miserable little shit who lets his fear of failure constantly prevent him from even trying to start something new in the first place. Yeah, it's always good to be reminded that the self-confidence and arrogant swagger you think you have and project to most others around you is nothing but a farce constructed by your subconscious to compensate for what is by far one of your biggest flaws as a human... but hey, my own faults have nothing to do with ol Baggy. He's a good satchel, not his fault I fucking suck deep down inside. He just carries all the shit, I'm the one too damn afraid of his own limitations to put any of it to as good a use as I could. Whatelse? Oh yeah, I got two Fedoras, and a few necklaces, both of the latter I got from the local comicon a while back; one in the shape of a Guy Fawks mask, which I felt was pretty damn cool, and the other a little emblem printed off a 3D printer that I strung up. The Fedoras I've had a lot longer, mostly wear them whenever I want to feel a bit fancier than I am- feel like I have some class despite being a filthy, common peasant even by the standards of american society where that's basically everyone who isn't making bank from a gainful career and raking in several millions a year ((AKA: The top 1%)). I mean, of course not, Dad, I don't blame you that I can't attend a school prepared to give me more than half of the fucking cost of attendance each year I'm there, renewable for all 4 years because we'd still not have enough to cover the debt of the remaining student loans... no, no, It's fine, really, I'll attend the local community college with all the other kids from families too damn broke to send them to their school of choice even though said school was willing to give huge scholarships and generous financial aid to entice them to join the campus... not at all... afterall, we can all kick back after classes and wonder how it could've been for each of us. I mean, not like I'm almost a legal adult who would've been fucking adamant about not letting you take on the brunt of the cost and instead paying it off himself through his own work and endeavor like a fucking real man would, you know, trying to be the person you fucking spent the past 18 years raising me to be, only for you to now doubt my ability to care for myself despite the fact I adapt quite easily to new situations, even if I'm not particularly fond of them. but yeah, nah bro, no problem, no beef, none at all...FML anyways, that's about it for me, I think

Well, been in a rather shitty mood lately, but let's see if I can't find a few for this. Surely there hve to be at least some of my children I find worthy of my pride... Anver Dunn (The Awakened RP) - Ah, old Anver Dunn. Good man, good man. I enjoyed playing him, quite a bit, and I had laid out more than a bit of ground work for his character development and the path he would take in the story. And those Thermal Abilities of his were probably the most fun I've ever had using a superpowered character in an RP- both for the sheer versatility of what he could potentially do and how he could use it as an effective means of combat. There's just something that charmed me about the idea of a bloke being able to superheat the air in your lungs if you looked at him funny. But even more than his powers, I liked Anver... because, well, he was just Anver. Perhaps there wasn't any deep, psychological struggle going on that served as commentary on the state of our society or the human condition, but regardless, Anver Dunn was a man I can, and still do have alot of respect for. He was a corporate business man who broke the stereotypical mold of his occupation- money never came first to Anver, Ethics did, people did. If the cost of turning a profit was having to stoop low and dirty ones hands in shameful practices, Anver was the type who would rather keep his honor and reputation. And he was damn good family man to boot... those two qualities actually came to a clash when they were captured by extremist and he was forced to pull off a hit job for them in order to ensure their safety- I'm certain that even if Jory hadn't had Lux try to negotiate with him, Anver's better side would've won out in the end... though, to be fair, he seriously did come up with quite a few ways he could take down the target, but still, in the end, he wouldn't have pulled the trigger. Instead of bending to the demands of those who clearly had leverage over him, he showed the backbone that has always made Anver Dunn Anver Dunn. he decided he was going to defy the demands of corrupt and spiteful men and and keep not just his family, but his honor as well- he was going to bust into their location and springing them himself. He not only gave the finger to men holding his loved ones hostage, but decided he was going to go after them and fucking massacre each and every last one of those little terrorist bastards if they so much as harmed a her on his wife or children. Hell, if the RP lasted longer, I'm sure I could've shown off his more wrathful side too. But I'm glad I at least had the opportunity to show his integrity. I think the world could use a few more blokes like Anver, to be honest. I'll have more later. This is actually kinda fun...

http://replay.pokemonshowdown.com/ou-378413317 Just testing out something new... and damn, dat Volcanion... http://replay.pokemonshowdown.com/reborn-ou-57212 Seems to work rather decently http://replay.pokemonshowdown.com/reborn-ou-57222