Pedestal: Chapter 102Carlita had been poisoned, but it had been a mild case, so she was better by the competition. The scrape on her back was a little harder to fix, so she still had bandages around her midsection. It didn't hamper her movement and she insisted she was completely fine, though I wasn't so sure about letting her battle."If that Nidoking is in the ring, I have to battle him. I have to, Trainer! Have to!" she cried, seizing me by the shoulders. I blinked in bewilderment at her. "Promise me you'll let me battle the Nidoking! I must have my revenge!"I promised, but only because it was the only way she would consent to going back into her pokeball q
WD: First ImpressionsNathan looked around him. Not quite nervous, but not entirely comfortable. More... apprehensive. He missed his mother already, and it had only been an hour and a half. The gravity of the situation was only just coming home for the boy.There were... not forty, probably a bit less. All in his age group, it looked. Mostly boys. He had lived in a fairly homogenous neighborhood for most of his life; he was already surprised at the variety of people and races he could see. He tugged his hat, self-consciously, lower on his pumpkin orange hair.He stood off to one side, not quite social enough to strike up a conversation with one of the groups of
WD: Sacrificial KnightNathan's hands are shaking. He's too well-trained for that to be a mistake, but he can't stop them. He raises his trembling gun and the hands clinging to it for grounding to the man just feet from him, but his vision is growing dim around the edges and he can't draw in enough breath to calm his nerves. He shouldn't have nerves. He is a Tego, a soldier, he's had training against this sort of thing for fuck's sakeAllen leaps over the stump of a wall they're using as feeble cover, rifle slung uselessly over his shoulder and a Paronese sword swung back in his arms. The blade comes down over the man shooting at them, clanging against the h
PD: Always"And I'll miss your laugh, your smileI'll admit I'm wrong if you'd tell meI'm so sick of fights, I hate themLet's start this again for real..."-Always by Blink 182Hanna draped her legs across the arm of the chair. She didn't know when he'd be back, just that it would be that night.Shortest skirt she had. Lowest tank top. Most flattering bra. Laciest underwear. Makeup and hair and bedroom eyes. She was ready for this. She could do this. It was just another boy, she told herself, just another package of hormones to play with. Because she did this all the time, right? She could, if she wanted to, she told herself. Boys said she was p
Nobody cares if you want to kill people anymore, LOOKIT THOSE WITTLE PAAAAWWWWS *squeezes Ike*
It'd be my reasoning too. Besides the fact that Ike is generally awesome anyway.