Shadows of Light (Pokegirl World RP) IC
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				Title: <strong>Shadows of Light (Pokegirl World RP) IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pretty in Pink</strong> on <strong>20-01-2011, 06:57:42</strong>
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				Years have passed since the Pokegirl gene first made its appearance in the world, and a whole new generation of 'girls and Tamers have made their rise.&nbsp; Of course, in all this time, the only attraction, the only draw to being a Tamer was, of course, the promise of any and every kink imaginable being fulfilled in several different 'girls, as well as the Leagues and battling other people, seeing whose 'girl is stronger.<br><br>But now, Threshhold Tamers have been disappearing, slowly but steadily, their harems with them.&nbsp; No one can find a trace of what's been happening to them, and there is never a trace of them after they vanish.&nbsp; Though some people claim to have seen a Threshhold Tamer that disappeared, no one has ever offered any proof, so the authorities are puzzled, and can't do much about it.<br><br>But now, a small selection of Tamers, scattered across the world, have been asked to aid the authorities in finding out what has happened to these girls, and help rescue them if at all possible.&nbsp; Sinister forces gather in the darkness, their claws waiting to clutch at a world with few defenders who know what is truly going on.&nbsp; Will you aid these forces....&nbsp; Or stand in their way and make your name as a hero?&nbsp; The choice is yours...<br><br><hr><br>Each of you has received a message, to be at Professor [X]'s lab and ranch within a week's time, to join a team of specially chosen tamers that will be investigating these disappearances, and, if necessary, dealing with the cause.&nbsp; If you should choose to not show up, then someone will be found to replace you.<br><br>[[[OOC NOTE!:&nbsp; There will be no replacement.&nbsp; It will be assumed that if you are not at the Professor's when I start the meeting, that you will be joining up with the rest at a later date.&nbsp; So you don't have to feel pressured if your character wouldn't necessarily be there ON TIME and all that jazz.&nbsp; Let the fun begin!]]]
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadows of Light (Pokegirl World RP) IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>20-01-2011, 07:28:38</strong>
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				Ridge had just left his parent's lab. He had his backpack on his back, his white lab coat draped over him upper though it was open so it was possible to see the black jeans and white polo shirt he had underneath. He thought about going to a ranch like his mother and father had both suggested but he thought that the chance to find his own, in the wild, was much more appealing. Plus, he would feel bad going to a ranch knowing that they sold threshold pokegirls there. He wouldn't feel right having a pokegirl that was once a human especially since there was that looming pressure that one day his sister was going to threshold.<br><br>He cared for his little sister like every older brother would. But since he was becoming a tamer he had to venture out into the world. He could not stay there to protect her from thresholding and what would happen after. But his parent's told him that they would not give Karen to a ranch if she thresholded. They would keep her just like as if she was still their daughter. And that was why Ridge was in such a happy mood as he started along the road that he knew would lead him past a lake, and a power plant. Both of the places he wanted to check out for water or electric pokegirls. He had the electrical affinity, so it was best to use it to his advantage.<br><br>But as he walked a few miles he realized in the distance that he had forgotten another thing he would pass. It was a factory of sorts. He wondered how he had forgotten about it. It could possess steel and fire pokegirls but then again he did not have the advantage with them that he had for other types. It was still a bit of a ways off so he put it in the back of his mind and kept walking. He stopped for a second and pulled a water bottle out of his backpack. His pokedex lit up with a message. It told him to be at the Professor's lab in a week to join a specially selected group of trainers to become a part of the investigation of the disappearance of Threshold Tamers. His thoughts drifted back to Karen. He would definitely be there but first he was going to need a pokegirl if he was going to be of any use.<br><br>Untwisting off the cap of the water bottle, Ridge took a large sip.&nbsp; He could still see the factory looming in the distance, it was about a quarter of a mile away at this point. Ridge did not think that it would take so long just to pass one thing. But he put the cap back on his water, placed it in his backpack, and put the backpack back on his back. He started to walk toward the factory again. Ridge decided that since he had been walking for about 5 miles, he was going to rest when he got to the factory. It wouldn't be that long of a break, just enough to catch his breath and maybe eat a sandwich his mother had made for him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadows of Light (Pokegirl World RP) IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>20-01-2011, 07:35:28</strong>
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				Reading the message one last time as he walked towards the destination as mentioned in it, Victor Grimwold could not help but wonder why he, out of all the Tamers in the League, was chosen to investigate the disappearances of the Threshold Tamers. He was still fairly new to the profession, and therefore would make more sense for him <em>not</em> to be chosen. However, there was his name on the slip of paper, telling him to go to some lab and ranch owned by some professor.<br><br>Walking next to him was his Icemaiden, who he had purchased off a ranch and named Ran a couple of weeks before. That was another reason that perplexed him beyond belief at being chosen; he only had his first Pokegirl for a very brief period of time, and had yet to properly form a bond with the unemotional 'girl. It was true that he knew it would be a challenge to gain her trust, but he believed that it would truly test his ability for showing love and compassion to his Harem, and having his Harem return those feelings.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadows of Light (Pokegirl World RP) IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Apraxia</strong> on <strong>20-01-2011, 07:43:06</strong>
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				The road that lead to Ridge's destination was still wild, the surrounding forest and skeletal remains of long abandoned buildings left at the mercy of nature. Even now, despite the traffic&nbsp; attributed to it, the trail was lost in patches of tall grass, or a gnarled trees branches had dislodged the road from the soil. The graveyard of long forgotten industry were comforting landmarks in an otherwise uncertain setting out in the open.<br><br>The sun was high in the sky and the air was still- the drone of various insects trilling and humming in places the eye could not see. Even so, such a racket could not disguise the sound of the tall grass rustling- something galloping&nbsp; behind the yellowed stalks of vegetation. The day was hot and the time for hunting usually was done during dusk, but the smell of his sweat was a draw. The sheen of his neck as his hair stuck in damp tendrils against it. <br><br>A pair of feral pokegirls seemed to ooze out from behind the grasses that hid them, animalistic ally on all fours.&nbsp; In practiced almost simultaneous movements they divided seeking to surround the human stranger who'd errantly entered their territory, muscles tensed for the chase.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadows of Light (Pokegirl World RP) IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HollowX</strong> on <strong>20-01-2011, 07:58:10</strong>
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				Ran walked silently next to Victor, showing no visible emotion on her face as she walked beside him. There was something that showed emotion to any happening to watch them though, every once in while Ran would glance over to him, confusion in her eyes. She did not understand why she was not in a pokeball, or at least why she was allowed to walk beside him instead of behind. She was grateful inside, she had feared the devices since her childhood and her brief stints inside them had only increased that fear, but she still did not understand the reason why. In the end she had never brought up the subject, and she wouldn't anytime soon for fear that he would use it against her; nonetheless, it made her think he may not be as bad as all of the stories she had heard. A hope she both welcomed and feared.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadows of Light (Pokegirl World RP) IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>20-01-2011, 07:59:59</strong>
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				Ridge had thought that using this road had been a bad idea in the first place. But the potential to get to the power plant and the lake faster than having to take the long way round were a real draw to him. But now that he heard the rustling he knew it was a bad idea. He was without a pokegirl walking on a tamer path where there were more likely feral pokegirls to pounce on him at a moment's notice. And then he heard the typical rustling motion in the grass. He was almost able to track it with his eyes.<br><br>"Darn." he said under his breath. He had hoped to just make it to the factory and rest without interruption. But now he was in a serious problem. And the feral pokegirls had made it all the more serious by appearing, and surrounding him. This was not going to be his day. He stopped for a moment. He inhaled a few deep breaths. This was going to be the fastest run he had ever done in his life. After making sure his breaths were lined up, he got into the running position. He prayed for safety, a very weird thing for a researchers son to do, but he did it. And then he was off in the fastest sprint he could muster. His target was the factory building, if he could make it there before they caught him then he should be fine.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadows of Light (Pokegirl World RP) IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Apraxia</strong> on <strong>20-01-2011, 08:57:13</strong>
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				The pokegirls barked, the fur running down their spines rising as they gave chase-each one seeking to try and close in on either side of the human intruder. The tall grass whipped past Ridge face and that long distance between nothing and factory was closed in what seemed like an instant running on swift feet. The feral females were not to be outdone- their aggression spurring them on as claws caught on his labcoat, teeth nipping at his ankles in attempts to fell him.<br><br>The entrance to the factory was nothing more but two rusted double doors hanging forlornly on sagging hinges. The walkway was overrun with weeds, but made a slapping sound as Ridges sneakers galloped over it. The wild women seemed so blinded by their quarry they failed to note another hovering within the doorway, her hair smoldering as it lit up like a torch, illuminating her face. The TorchChick had heard the incessant yapping of these dark furred huntresses, but the tall figure in the flowing white garment ran silent, save for his puffing breath. The chase seemed to find no end, the catwalk rattling as the trio sprinted across and over vats of bubbling molten metals, Steam and smoke swirling as it was disturbed by their passing. They were running in too far. Much too deeply into the silent pseudo mausoleum she'd erected here. TorchChick leapt out from the overhanging catwalk, over Ridge and faced his pursuers with cheeks puffed. She let loose a belch of flame abruptly. Almost like a bark of heat to match the steam of her home as she startled his pursuers-sending them backwards. <br><br>For someone so short she stood as if she thought herself ten feet tall. She rubbed ash off her lips, wiping it onto her heavy leather apron as the feathers jutting out just above her nude little ass bristled. She looked over her shoulder to see what they had been chasing, looking at Ridge in confusion.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadows of Light (Pokegirl World RP) IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>20-01-2011, 09:45:01</strong>
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				He got minor cuts from all the tall grass he was running through. The pokegirls themselves did very little damage, if any to him, or at least that was the way it seemed as he ran. Their bites were small and he was able to shake them off as he ran. He broke into the factory and slowed down a bit. The walkway was overgrown, and there was rust on the doors while they just hung their just waiting for their bolts to give out and let them fall to the floor. <br><br>There was a distinct feeling that there was someone else there as he ran towards the catwalk above the various hot vats of what Ridge assumed to be hot metal. But he threw that notion out of his mind. He had to run from the things behind him first. The catwalk was rattling with every step he took and he was not sure if it was safe or if the thing was just going to throw him in a vat of hot liquid metal. Again, something he should not bother with so he stopped thinking about it till he heard the whimpering of the two feral pokegirls as something attacked them. He looked back and saw what he identified to be a TorchChick blowing fire at his attackers. He slowed down to a brisk walk. He took a quick drink of his water bottle. And then he looked back at the TorchChick. His mind was no longer throwing away ideas. There was various things he had to think about now that one problem was solved.<br><br>Ridge was not sure if he should thank her or run. She didn't look all too scary but she was still a feral pokegirl, who could breathe fire. He looked deep into the red eyes of hers to try and sense some kind of desire to kill though he could not make a proper assessment. And considering he had just run from other feral pokegirls, he stopped walking and started to inhale deeply again, preparing for another quick dash. He was pretty tired from his first run, to do it again in a rundown factory was just going to be a challenge and from the way the TorchChick was dressed he could only assume that she knew her way around this place. Of all his luck he had to run out of the pot and into the fire. He resumed his sprinting stance and then started to dash off again. His sprint was nowhere near as fast as it once was, but it was still a very breakneck pace. Ridge noticed a considerable heat increase as he kept running. It was just getting hotter and hotter as he ran. The air itself burned and it hurt to breathe. Ridge had to stop running. He looked back and saw he had made good progress. But she had him now without even moving from her spot. He could not proceed for the fear of the higher temperatures and could not go back because that is where she waited for him.<br><br>Of all things Ridge could have done in that moment he decided to try and grab the railing of the catwalk to steady himself while he tried to catch his breath. Without even getting his hand on it, then he was burned. He hollered in pain. He held his burned hand with his good hand, opening the burned hand he saw it was nothing too bad, just a first degree burn. There was stuff to treat it in his backpack but he doubted she would even give him the chance to grab it, let alone enough time to treat his hand. He watched TorchChick to see what she was going to do.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadows of Light (Pokegirl World RP) IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Apraxia</strong> on <strong>20-01-2011, 10:35:34</strong>
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				The pokegirl pair exchanged a look that deemed the price for this vendetta too high as the TorchChick in front of them hissed plumes of smoke out of her mouth. No intruder was worth getting singed fur.&nbsp; With a glare at the water drinking Ridge they backed away, the rolling steam from the vats below curtaining their exit as they disappeared.<br><br>The TorchChick was so occupied with telling the invading pokegirls in no uncertain terms to scram that she'd missed the human getting to his feet to make a dash for it once more. She'd turned around proudly, her tiny chest puffed out in her triumph only to grin smugly at empty air. She did a double take, searching left and right until her pointed ear caught the angry sound of her factory's rattling as a body ran across another catwalk. She followed the sound, her scaled bird like legs clicking claws against the perforated walkway with a bit of a frown. <br><br>Ridges trail was not too difficult to track. These walkways and corridors were as familiar to her as the feathers on the back of her hand. She could tell if one was out of place, or something foreign had been added to the mix. Although was this human so strange? These walkways had been filled with the slap and step of human feet before. It was the reason she followed Ridge as she sought to keep that memory afloat. She'd been walking, listening to the scrabbling of this creature lose himself deeper into the factory until she heard that holler. The sound prompting her to break out into a run, rounding a corner to find Ridge clutching his hand as his flesh went red and raw. She'd almost forgotten humans could burn.<br><br>Something nagged at her. Something hovering just outside the borders of her memory as she looked at the strangers face. The way he was all angles and a hint of stubble dusting his wet chin. She'd known someone with stubble like that...didn't she? She watched Ridge's pulse throb madly against his throat, beads of sweat running rivulets over his Adams apple to disappear into the shirt that clung to him wetly. This deep inside the factory was sweltering, but Torch Chick didn't seem all too affected. Then again she was practically naked save for her apron.<br><br>This close and standing still her eyes narrowed as she studied him, unsure.&nbsp; Even so, she clicked her tongue unpleasantly at him, the sounds along the lines of <strong>"Chic, chic!"</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadows of Light (Pokegirl World RP) IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>20-01-2011, 17:58:05</strong>
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				Now, she was trying to speak to him. Was it too much to ask for her to speak english? Ridge had figured as much. She was feral after all. It took an average of 100 or so hours of work to make a feral speak english at least somewhat good english. Add another 50 hours or so to that to make them perfectly fluent. But at the current time Ridge did not have the energy nor the focus to compound all of it down to a few seconds. <br><br>His hand hurt like hell, his lab coat was damaged, and he was on a rickety catwalk above hazardous materials. All of that equalled bad situation. But what could get him out of it was going to be whatever he had on hand. Going into his backpack was out of the question. So all he had left were what was in his pockets. He reviewed in his head what he still had. A water bottle, his wallet, keys, pokedex, and a single pokeball. The pokeball, wallet, and keys were all useless but the water bottle on the other hand. That had some potential.<br><br>Fire types hated water with such a passion they hated to even bathe because of it. And from the looks of her she was a fire type. All of that fiery hair and the ability to breath fire was a big hint. But he could have made that analysis just based off her feathery skin. Typically, water angered a fire type pokegirl, but sometimes when used on a feral it could possibly make them hesitate due to not being exposed to water in so long. He hoped she was the latter and not the former. But it seemed like a perfectly viable plan. And now all he had to due was try it out.<br>&nbsp;<br>He slowly pulled it out of his pocket while he stared at the TorchChick. He untwisted the cap while resting the bottle against his hip. He was not defeated. He could get out of this. There was always a way out. The water bottle was only 75% full, but that would be enough to hopefully stun her. He moved a step closer to her. And then he swung his hand that had the water bottle in it. He could see the water splash out. But he did not care if it hit her or not. It was a very good distraction. He ran to the side of TorchChick. He looked out at the doorway in the far distance. He was going to make it out this time, he hoped. There was nothing that he could foresee that would stop him from leaving the factory, unless the TorchChick still managed to catch him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadows of Light (Pokegirl World RP) IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>20-01-2011, 22:12:34</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=95563.msg4155596#msg4155596">Quote from: HollowX on 20-01-2011, 07:58:10</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Ran walked silently next to Victor, showing no visible emotion on her face as she walked beside him. There was something that showed emotion to any happening to watch them though, every once in while Ran would glance over to him, confusion in her eyes. She did not understand why she was not in a pokeball, or at least why she was allowed to walk beside him instead of behind. She was grateful inside, she had feared the devices since her childhood and her brief stints inside them had only increased that fear, but she still did not understand the reason why. In the end she had never brought up the subject, and she wouldn't anytime soon for fear that he would use it against her; nonetheless, it made her think he may not be as bad as all of the stories she had heard. A hope she both welcomed and feared.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Victor would occasionally look over to Ran, who he let walk next to him in order for her to feel like she was his equal. He knew that most Tamers made their 'girls submit to them, but he felt that it would be better for Ran to feel like she was not inferior to him in any way. However, each time he looked at her, he saw no emotion in her face; he was told to expect that, as that was how most Icemaidens were, but he always hoped for at least a smile. There was a part of him that knew he would not see one for a good while, but most of him hoped to see one. <br><br>Unsure as to how he should help make Ran open up, he started to look at the message once more, hoping to find something he could ask her about to make her feel helpful to him. Unfortunately, the message was very clear, and he could not find anything that he would need help on. He knew that Ran would be very logical, and therefore more able to solve logic-based problems, so he had hoped there would be some sort of line in the message that he could ask for her help in. <br><br>As he walked, the sword strapped to his waist clanked inside its scabbard. The handle was heavily taped for grip, and its heft was hardly visible because of the tape. Howeve, Victor made sure that his hands were nowhere near the blade, as he feared it would make Ran afraid of some sort of punishment that she did not deserve. The only reason the sword was with him was as a memento of his former life; a fond memory of days that have since left him.<br><br>"How much farther do you think it is, Ran?" Victor finally asked in attempts for conversation. His tone was friendly, and naturally so. It was not a force tone in the least. "It feels like we've been walking for days, doesn't it? I sure hope this professor has something to eat; I'm starved."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadows of Light (Pokegirl World RP) IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HollowX</strong> on <strong>20-01-2011, 22:37:29</strong>
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				Ran contemplated the question for a moment, recalling the geology lessons she had looked up throughout school. Glancing around at the geologic features for a moment she replied with a monotone voice, "It will take 30 minutes to an hour at most to reach the proffesors house." a glimmer of amusement peeked out in her voice and a very small grin appeared as she rosponded to the next question, "I am sure he is expecting starving tamers to be coming to his door soon, I have no doubt he will have food ready if he has any common sense." &nbsp;Her face froze after speaking, glancing at her master to see how he reacted.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadows of Light (Pokegirl World RP) IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>20-01-2011, 23:07:19</strong>
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				Victor's mouth formed a small smile at Ran's commentary. His eyes also caught the slight smile that appeared on her face, and then knew that she did have a sense of humor, though a bit dry. Still, it was humor, and there was a smile, so he knew that there were some emotions inside his Icemaiden. A little chuckle left his throat as he thought about it.<br><br>However, her face had frozen back to a neutral state, devoid of emotion, just as soon as it had appeared. It was a bit of a let down, but at least she had that brief moment. It was all Victor could hope for at the time. He knew that it would possibly be a good while before Ran felt secure enough to show her feelings, and he was understanding about it. His plan was to just have a few short conversations a day at first, then gradually spend more time talking to her and possibly Taming her as he could feel her trust grow.<br><br>"I suppose common sense would tell him to do that," Victor responded to Ran's last statement with a small chuckle. "I do hope he has something meant for you, as well. I'm sure you're hungry, too."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadows of Light (Pokegirl World RP) IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HollowX</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 00:51:58</strong>
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				OOC: May seem a bit fast, but being a threshold does have some advantages, as a human she would have experience in emotions after all.<br><br>Ran stared openly at him for a moment at his chuckles, surprised. He hadn't gotten an ice maiden just to get an emotionless 'girl? It had been her first assumption, knowing what the Ice Maiden race as a whole was known for, but apparently she had been wrong. Hmmm, she responded to the question in a tone that was a bit less monotone then before, like she wasn't holding herself to it as much as beforehand, "I'm sure he'll have a different variety of foods neccesary for many pokegirl, a proffesor has to to do his work after all."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadows of Light (Pokegirl World RP) IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 01:09:22</strong>
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				"That is rather true," Victor said, glad to hear Ran speaking more in a natural way. "It'd be a shame to be hired by a professor that didn't know how to take care of Pokegirls. It'd be kind of an insult, wouldn't you say?"<br><br>Victor let out a small laugh after his question, hoping that Ran would find humor in his words. After his short laugh, he then put the slip of paper that contained the message in his pocket, and as he did, he felt the small heat pack that the ranch hand had given him just before he left. He was told that it would help him raise Ran, mostly in Taming. It was something that Victor thought would be valuable, as he knew that Ran would have a very low drive, and would need something to help her get going for proper Tamings. <br><br>Considering briefly on using it then and there, Victor quickly threw the idea away, figuring that it was not quite the time to do so. Instead, he took his hand out of his pocket and then stretched both arms up high and folded them behind his head, letting out a slight grunt as he did so. The act was to consciously keep his hands away from his sword, as before he got Ran, he loved to fiddle with it while he had nothing to do. However, he knew that such an act would cause suspicion and fear in Ran's mind, as it would be logical to believe that he would soon use it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadows of Light (Pokegirl World RP) IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HollowX</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 01:39:50</strong>
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				Ran simply glanced over at Victor as he joked, not really smiling, but not ignoring the comment. She knew what he was trying to do, she had done things like it before the change herself, but she simply didn't find it funny enough to laugh at.
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				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 04:57:15</strong>
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				Seeing that Ran did not laugh at his joke and did not have a smile, Victor figured that it would be best to remain silent for the duration of the journey, just to be safe and not upset his new partner. It seemed the best course of action, though he did wish to get just one more smile out of her before they got to the lab. Still, it was better to keep her with him and emotionless than make her edgy and want to leave. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadows of Light (Pokegirl World RP) IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pretty in Pink</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 05:50:50</strong>
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				Marrik sighed, stretching lazily as he stepped out the front door, shaking his head at his mother's yelled encouragement.&nbsp; He quirked a smile, one ear -- something he had gotten from his mother -- twitching slightly.&nbsp; The ear, and its match on the other side of his head, were covered in a soft, golden brown fur, contrasting starkly with the red and black hair and the normal human ears that rested in the normal place.<br><br>He was one of the few males that had gotten the Pokeboy gene, which had made his life very interesting.&nbsp; But it was becoming more interesting by the day, especially with the letter both he and his sister had received the day before.<br><br>Sighing, he tossed something gently into the air, the sun flashing off of it marking it as a Pokeball.&nbsp; He chuckled, catching it and tossing it away from him after pressing the central button.&nbsp; "C'mon, Liana.&nbsp; We've got a ways to go, and little time to get there," he said, pushing off the door jamb where he had leaned.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shadows of Light (Pokegirl World RP) IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thewhitedusk</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 06:12:57</strong>
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				The young Squirtitty appeared in a flash of red, stretching her limbs out.&nbsp; She smiled at Marrik as she walked over to him and pounced on the boy, hugging him tightly.&nbsp; "Where are we going?"&nbsp; She tilted her head to the side as she eyed him with innocent curiosity, awaiting the answer to her question.<br><br><br>Jessica smiled and waved back at the house as she exited through the door.&nbsp; She then turned on her brother.&nbsp; "What took you so long Marrik?&nbsp; I was waiting for you to finish packing for half an hour."&nbsp; She let out a sigh and fixed her pack.&nbsp; "Never mind, we're always late anyways."&nbsp; She then flashed her brother a smile, before grabbing her own pokeball and throwing it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shadows of Light (Pokegirl World RP) IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Apraxia</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 17:58:47</strong>
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				He didn't understand her. She spoke and she watched his face quirk his eyebrows up in question, still silent and still unmoving. TorchChick paced, seemingly at a loss over what to do.<br>Back in the bowels of the factory, TorchChick seemed unconcerned with whatever Ridge was fiddling with, her eyes occupied with watching the way his wet shirt stuck to his chest. She seemed either foolish or brave as she strode up to him, her flames dying to nothing more than a smolder as she literally placed herself nose to nose.&nbsp; There was something about this human that stayed her hand. He looked a mess. Face flushed, breath haggard and body sweating bullets. The longer he stayed there the worse it seemed to get. He reminded her of someone-a memory that now seemed all too clear: a stubbled chin and masculine hands showing her how to work and live in this factory a long time ago. A gruff voice saying her name.<br><br>&nbsp;Boldly, she reached out to grip his labcoat, giving it a tug, watching the fabric pucker and stretch.<strong>"Chic ch-ch,</strong>" she exclaimed with a furrowed brow, pointing towards the path he'd come from with her other hand, encouraging him to seek the way out. Ridge replied without words, but with action, his arm arcing across them both, bottle clutched in hand. TorchChick tried to pull back, dodge out of the way, but instead caught the full brunt of the spilled water- the liquid hissing and popping angrily as it made contact with her body. She made a sound of surprise, falling to her knees as Ridge made a break for it. She growled, glared and tried to lift her body to follow, but was overcome by fatigue, water dripping off her nose.<br><br>She silently cursed at herself for putting her guard down, for running the other pokegirls off simply to sate her curiosity. She couldn't help herself. She thought....well ,whatever she thought&nbsp; she didn't linger to see Ridges disappearance, but rather tried to crawl her way on all fours to the opposite end of the catwalk, hoping to find heat and refuge in the bubbling vat of molten metal down below.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadows of Light (Pokegirl World RP) IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 00:22:54</strong>
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				Ridge ran a little distance and stopped. She had not tried to attack him. The TorchChick was curious in him. He turned back towards her. How had he been so stupid. She had saved him from the other pokegirls, she was not out to attack him. He started to walk the other way down the catwalk. He pulled out a towel from his backpack during his walk over to her. There was only so far he could go into the sweltering heat however. He needed to get her attention to draw her back to him. He waved the towel towards her to show her that she could dry off with it, if she even had to dry off with her warm body temperature.<br><br>"Let me begin by saying I am sorry. I did not realize your intent. If you can understand me nod your head for yes and shake your head for no. Also do this for any other questions I ask you. I am sure you understand basic commands since you have been running this place by yourself, is that correct?" he said. This TorchChick was starting to interest him. She may not have been one of the two types he was most compatible with but she was still very interesting to him. Since she had saved him and he had been mean to her. He would give her the choice if she wished to be his pokegirl. He was not obligating her to be but traveling with him was much safer than being in this factory all the time.<br><br>"Was there a reason that you looked at me the way you did? Did I remind you of someone?" he saw how close she had gotten, it almost seemed like she felt familiar with him so he wondered if that was possibly her last tamer or something. But it was still too early to bring up the word tamer. Most pokegirls at least knew that word. It was a word not too be used lightly around them. He first had to see if she even understood what he was saying. Ridge started to feel a lot less worried about being around her. If he could have used his burned hand he would have already begun the treatment. But sadly he could not. So he was now just standing there on the catwalk waving a towel in front of him, waiting for the TorchChick to approach him again.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shadows of Light (Pokegirl World RP) IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pretty in Pink</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 02:39:36</strong>
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				Marrik just laughed at his twin sister, and then let out a chuckle when Liana pounced him, hugging her tightly.&nbsp; "Get to that in a minute, Li," he said, glancing over as his sister tossed her 'ball.&nbsp; He chuckled, knowing full well what was about to happen.&nbsp; He glanced down at Li, raising an eyebrow.<br><br>The ball hit the ground, and Bessie materialized in the middle of a loud snore.&nbsp; She was sprawled out on the ground on her back, one hoofed foot twitching.&nbsp; The snoring stopped with a sudden snort, and her eyes flickered open, and she sat up, stretching, letting out a cavernous yawn.&nbsp; "Hello Miss Jessica, Mister Marrik, Liana," she said, standing up lazily.&nbsp; "We going on a trip somewhere?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shadows of Light (Pokegirl World RP) IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Apraxia</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 03:42:58</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=95563.msg4162687#msg4162687">Quote from: Swordsman18 on 22-01-2011, 00:22:54</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Ridge ran a little distance and stopped. She had not tried to attack him. The TorchChick was curious in him. He turned back towards her. How had he been so stupid. She had saved him from the other pokegirls, she was not out to attack him. He started to walk the other way down the catwalk. He pulled out a towel from his backpack during his walk over to her. There was only so far he could go into the sweltering heat however. He needed to get her attention to draw her back to him. He waved the towel towards her to show her that she could dry off with it, if she even had to dry off with her warm body temperature.<br><br>"Let me begin by saying I am sorry. I did not realize your intent. If you can understand me nod your head for yes and shake your head for no. Also do this for any other questions I ask you. I am sure you understand basic commands since you have been running this place by yourself, is that correct?" he said. This TorchChick was starting to interest him. She may not have been one of the two types he was most compatible with but she was still very interesting to him. Since she had saved him and he had been mean to her. He would give her the choice if she wished to be his pokegirl. He was not obligating her to be but traveling with him was much safer than being in this factory all the time.<br><br>"Was there a reason that you looked at me the way you did? Did I remind you of someone?" he saw how close she had gotten, it almost seemed like she felt familiar with him so he wondered if that was possibly her last tamer or something. But it was still too early to bring up the word tamer. Most pokegirls at least knew that word. It was a word not too be used lightly around them. He first had to see if she even understood what he was saying. Ridge started to feel a lot less worried about being around her. If he could have used his burned hand he would have already begun the treatment. But sadly he could not. So he was now just standing there on the catwalk waving a towel in front of him, waiting for the TorchChick to approach him again.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Torch Chick had made it to the end of the catwalk, swinging open the safety gate to peer at the drop below. It had been a while since she'd taken a hot bath of this nature- not since accidentally falling into the current of the river while fishing, She sought to lift herself, but heard the humans voice calling out to her. She glanced over her shoulder with a glare.<br><br>He said words she knew and some she didn't, giving her pause-making her reconsider simply leaving. She gripped the railing and turned fully to face him, watching as he unfolded a towel, flapping it like matador as he seemed to offer it to her.<br><br>"Was there a reason that you looked at me the way you did?" He asked, making no move to approach, but not leaving either. "Did I remind you of someone?" TorchChick got to her feet, wavering for only a moment as she nodded. Steam was already rising from her skin as the water covering her came to a boil, and yet the male held that towel. She could see no other water bottles in sight. She came to him much more cautiously now, trying to flare up the fire engulfing her hair as a warning- a promise should he try anything again, but it sputtered and sizzled, too wet to catch a proper flame.<br><br><strong>"Chi,</strong>" she finally replied, pointing behind him with a long clawed nail. High above him, hung across the skeletal beams and rafters of the factory roofing was a faded and fire burnt billboard. Men lined up with hardhats and gruff mustaches, smiling as they seemed to be on the way to somewhere. The text underneath seemed to be a slogan, reading: Work Hard, smelt hard!<br><br>The snatch was quick, her claws hooking into the fibers of the towel as she swiped it from his arms, quickly placing it upon her face and head to dry off. She took a step forward, slinking in as wide a circle as the catwalk would allow, walking past him towards the stairwell that lead up behind him.<br><br><strong>"Ut,"</strong> she attempted, the word coming out more like a chirp as she waved the towel like a flag at the steps.<strong> "Chic,"</strong> she tried again, pointing to herself, <strong>"Tor,"</strong> she indicated, pointing to him.<strong> " ut."</strong><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shadows of Light (Pokegirl World RP) IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 05:10:30</strong>
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				Ridge shrugged. At least she knew something. He knew that knowledge in pokegirls could only last as long as they were with their tamers but she had managed to hold on to something. She was scared of him now though. He could sense it in the way she circled him, like she expected him to hit her with water again. He kept his hands free of anything after she snatched the towel from him. He did not want to spook her in any way.<br><br>"I'll follow you." he said as he noticed her beginning to get on the stairs. At least these stairs were more solid than the catwalk. He would at least have confidence he was not going to potentially fall off of them. His gaze was fixed on her. She was trying to show him something. That he had at least understood. But what? Did it have to do with his questions? He figured it probably did. He wouldn't have made a bet on it but it was the most likely cause of her current behavior.<br><br>He wondered what her potential was in regards to power and evolution. His pokedex was right in his pocket. But he did not want to scare her, so he refrained from checking. If his memory served correctly, TorchChicks were an extremely loyal pokegirl. But their evolution was not as loyal. However, their last evolution their loyalty they had as TorchChicks would return. TorchChicks were capable of a few lower powered fire attacks such as ember and flamethrower though these could be enhanced with the use of focus energy. This one, had obvious experience in fire but he was not sure if she knew focus energy. He would give her either the TM or teach her through regular training if she allowed him to be her tamer. So far she had impressed him. And he expected her to have even more potential that could not be classified with the knowledge of a pokedex.
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