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PMD RP: The Swordsmaster Remington and Amelia were having their usual evening walk together when they saw their new friend Rai and walked over to him. "Hey Rai." Remingon said. He noticed the fireworks. "What's with the explosives?"
Rai looked from the explosives back to Remy with an evil grin. "For the excitement, of course... Au revoir!" He ran off with his explosives.
Remington and Amelia looked at each other. "hmm? what was that all about?" Race asked, padding up.
"Well, I'm going after him." Remington said.
"Agreed." Amelia said. "Hopefully this won't turn into a "Dead Town" Scenario." They both ran after Rai, staying a good distance away so as to keep an eye on him.
Meanwhile, Zepher was making snow angles not far away, within ear shot. He flopped down and popped up every few seconds or so. "Dead Town scenario?" Race asked himself. "Wait! Come on zepher the snow angles can wait!" Race raced
PMD: Pyren's Christmas Gift Everyone was celebrating at the Spinda Cafe. Why not? It was Christmas day, and everyone was happy.
Everyone, that is, except for Pyren.
Pyren was wandering around outside the cafe, trying to will himself to go to the party, but every time he worked up the nerve, he remembered what happened that day. However, that didn't stop him from trying again. He worked up his nerve and started for the entrance to the cafe. "Your father...he's gone..." Pyren had just gotten a hold on the ladder when he remembered Promethium say that. That was all it took to make Pyren back away in sadness.
When he got his emotions in check again, he sighed and sat below the Rescue Guild tree, his head hanging down. "Who am I kidding?" Pyren thought. "I can't celebrate Christmas. I just can't do it without crying my eyes out." He sat and observed the snow, remembering his last Christmas with his Father.
PMD-129 It is Sunday morning in Tao Village, and it appears that PK is about to start figuring out how to play her Thistle Whistle, so get your ear plugs ready.
PK walked over to the window of her bedroom, whistle in hand, ready to start practicing it. "I think I'll treat Tao Village to some real music." She thought as she opened her window.
As she got set to play, she heard someone call her from outside. "Hey PK!" that someone yelled. The surprise made her drop her whistle, and as she pawed the floor to find it, the voice continued. "Wanna go bug catching with me and Sandy?"
"I'm...busy..." PK managed to call to the window as she reached under a bedside table to grab what was most likely the whistle.
"Great! We'll be right over!" The voice called.
Ignoring the distraction, PK managed to grab the object, and it was indeed the Thistle Whistle. PK sighed in relef, cleaned off the object, a
PMD: The Troubadour Ch 4 "Careful!" Fresnel called to Yosuke and Sin. "Don't drop those
ribbons. It took forever to get them all arranged properly for hanging!"
Yosuke nodded and tightened his grip on Sin as he held him up to reach
for the spot where the ribbons were to be pinned to the wall.
Sin was just able to get them pinned up, when he heard something familiar. There was music coming from outside again.
"Eh?" Sin muttered.
"Woah, Sin, pay attention!" Yosuke yelled as Sin moved to turn
around, causing the two to lose their balance and topple to the floor.
Fresnel put a hand to his face. "Why don't you two take a break?" he said.
"Gladly." Yosuke said as he got up and brushed himself off. He ran toward the entrance to see what the noise was about.
"Hey, wait up!" Sin yelled as he caught up to him. They got up on the
surface to find that a crowd was gathered again, most likely around the
same Pokemon from before.
PMD E4: The Troubadour Ch 3 Pyren and Amelia made their way through the crowd of Pokemon in the village square to PK's shop. "What are we going to do about Remington?" Amelia randomly asked Pyren on their way. "Who knows what he'll end up doing if he doesn't get over this."
"Is it really a matter that we need to bring up now?" Pyren said. "I'm sure we'll find help." They finally got to the shop. "Hey PK. What do you have in the way of...er...simple gifts?" Pyren asked PK.
"Simple gifts?" PK asked. "Depends on what you're looking for."
"Well, I want to get present for some friends we've made recently." Pyren explained. He paused and thought for a moment. "Maybe a few guitar strings for Strum, some leather polish for Yumi's saddle...Hey, didn't her house burn down the other day?"
"Oh ya," Amelia said. "I heard about that."
"Can you two please not waste my time deciding on gifts now?" PK groaned. "I kinda don'
PMD E4: The Troubadour Ch 2 "Hey, what is that?" Sin said. He could hear a faint melody pouring in from outside the cafe. "Do you hear that, man?"
"Yeah...., it sounds like someones playing music up top."
Yosuke said, looking toward the entrance. The melody grew clearer as he
listened. There was a violin and a guitar and.... singing? Yes, someone
was definitely singing...
I can see her dancing barefoot, there are flowers in her hair.
I remember like i saw it yesterday.
To the sound of flutes and drums, she took my hand and danced with me.
And we kept dancing once the music away.
Oh she's dancing in the stillness, to the beat of unseen drums.
And she's dancing in the city, and the crowd.
And she's dancing on the mountain, and there's snowflakes in her hair.
And her beauty makes me want to shout aloud....
"Well, come on!" Sin raced up the ladder without a second thought,
curiosity getting the better of him. "Yosuke! Lets go!" he called down.
He was still as i
PMD E4: The Troubadour Ch1 Even though it was getting close to noon, Remington was laying in bed
in his room with a bad case of depression. Amelia walked in with food
for Remington for the third time that day, however (and this is
extremely rare), Remington had refused food the first two times.
"Remington..." Amelia started.
"I don't want food." Remington groaned.
Amelia set the plate of food down on his nightstand and sat on his bed.
"Remington, you need to get over this. So, you did a bad thing. It's
not..." Amelia started.
"Did a bad thing!?" Remington yelled, sitting up for the first time in awhile. "I tried to kill him, Amelia! I
tried, to kill him. That's not a bad thing. It's a terrible sin."
"It's a terrible sin, that you need to get over!" Amelia yelled. "This isn't
like you at all, all this laying in bed all day and refusing food. You
didn't even eat breakfast. You need to get over it, and get on with your
Short PoemHer eyes return my gaze,
A gentle “Hello” at first glance.
Those chocolate brown coloured eyes,
So full of love and compassion.
Without a sound from my lips,
A solitary cry escapes.
Her serene marble-like stare,
cross our paths
for their effects
every poem begins with sometimes
every dream begins with maybe
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