((Err… hi. I’m kind of new here. Kind of, because I have lurked for a long time and RPing is far from being something I’m inexperienced with. So I decided to put both together and, since actions are better than words, my first post ever will be a RP post, to show what I am made of. Note that I made no character profile, as I find it better to discover the characters as the RP progress instead of telling everything at the beginning. I also chose this topic because my RP experience is deep-rooted into Pokemon and I’m a bit shy to slip away from it. This post is a bit long for the same reason, because my characters come from a realistic universe, so I wished to have a nice flowing transition between their down to earth world and this strange vorish corner of the world they are going to get into, both literally and figuratively<img alt=":wink:" src="./images/smilies/wink.gif" title="Wink"/><br/><br/>Enough talking, here is my post. Feel free to ignore it if you want. This is mostly just an experiment for me, though it might become more if I am lucky. Also, I would like to mention that English is not my first language, but I doubt you bother with that or have noticed if you have read to this point without wanting to rip your hair off.))<br/><br/>“Why am I following you again?” asked a rather ticked off and tired pikachu, glancing at his annoying friend. It was hard not to be when this friend was excitingly scurrying under roots, through dense vegetation and around trees, all this at frantic rate. While he knew the answer to his own rhetoric question, his small brained friend probably wouldn’t get the subtlety of it and answer anyway, giving him some time to take a well deserved breath. Once again, the energetic female pachirisu had succeeded in forcing him on another of her food gathering quests, boring task he would have preferred to perform with his mate rather than her. Not only the squirrel was the most annoying thing he ever met, but she also didn’t get the meaning of the expression “compatible partners”. This was what he concluded with her tendency to casually run twice his maximum speed while he painfully wasted his energy on trying to keep up with her.<br/><br/>Taking this into consideration, one could wonder why he even agreed on collaborating with her in the first place, when he could be relaxing in his burrow. After all, his colony had all the food it needed, his pichu weren’t annoying him and his mate was good company. The yellow rodent had no reason to do this, except for one little detail he could hardly ignore. Each time the electric squirrel was asking him to go and that he was about to say no, it seemed like she was compelled to display those big sad eyes and that pitiful face. He had told himself he would resist those, but in the end, he was still tagging along with her.<br/><br/>“Sparky!” the white squirrel playfully called, using his nickname. “We are looking for food and exploring new places! It’s fun!” As for being fun, this couldn’t be more truth from her point of view. Here she was, with her best friend, running in a part of the woods they had never been before, discovering a lot of new things. She had never told him, but she did those trips more for exploration than real food gathering. Actually, any seed she found was just a little bonus she greatly enjoyed.<br/><br/>Currently, her latest target was those new scents she had tracked from away. She could nearly say mission accomplished, since their origin was just on the other side of those bushes she had stopped by. She had recognized the scent of a mew, since all pokemon knew that scent, but she was far more interested with the new things she had yet to see. The joyful pokemon was just too eager to discover whatever it was, not caring at all for her safety when she should know that running toward what could be predators was not a good choice survival-wise. Not that she had to care. There was a good reason everyone called her Magic, something that made her different from any other pachirisu she ever met, or any pokemon, for that matter. She had trusted this uniqueness to get her out of any problematic situation before and she would again, as she dashed on the other side of the small trees, ready to face whatever was waiting for her.