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Pokémon Dubstep (ft. Lindsey Stirling)
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elcome Adventurer to EPOCH! A Pokemon Sandbox Rp set in the original region of Nue. Everything you need to know will be in the Guidebook and PokeDex 101!
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Sex; When you get under the clothes, fade to black.
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Eileen bit her lip and watched the Whimsicott blowing back and forth in the light breeze high above the Badlands. At least she wasn't like stupid Glow and was, you know, drifting along in the same general vicinity that Eileen was in and not hopping away into the great unknown . . . but what if the wind picked up or something? And then she floated away and got lost or stuck in a tree somewhere or like, abducted. By aliens. Or a rogue flock of wingulls. She was pretty sure that could happen.
Tuff didn't seem particularly concerned with her circumstances, however, and just waved cheerfully with both tiny hands whenever she looked down and noticed Eileen watching.
Well, if she floated away, she could probably float back, too. Pretty sure.
OK, back to treasure. Shiny, possibly old, or expensive. She had put that shiny marble thing for sale online and someone had snapped it up for a small fortune within twenty-four hours. She was going to get rich through a few hours of shoveling and then she could buy that nicer camera she had been looking at and maybe her own satellite. Or maybe she could fund some of Arty's projects. Or some of her own projects. She forgot she had those sometimes.
She waved back at Tuff and turned her attention back to the little plot of dirt she had been shoveling.
Well . . . it was definitely shiny. And it looked like one of those Dawn Stones that was on Franco's list of things that you might need in case of an alien invasion, abduction, or body-snatch. And here it was free for the taking.
The only problem was that it looked slightly cracked.
Alright, not slightly - like, mostly cracked. And she didn't do it. Well, she was mostly sure she didn't do it, but there was no way to be totally sure because she wasn't exactly watching where she was digging when it popped up out of the dirt. The breeze had picked up briefly and she had looked up to make sure Tuff wasn't getting accidentally blown back to Unova or something. When she had looked back down, there was the stone half-unearthed in the dirt, but sporting a splinter down the middle that may or may not have been caused by her trowel.
She could be very enthusiastic when she was digging. Accidents were bound to happen, right? She had been checking on her precious Tuff to make sure the Whimsicott wasn't carried away to parts unknown - that was excusable, wasn't it? Anyone else might have done the same. Maybe the stone had even been a little bit cracked already. It was hard to be buried in the dirt for hundreds or thousands of years. Or however long the stuff in the Badlands and been buried in the Badlands.
Eileen nudged at the dirt around the stone with the shovel. The Dawn Stone promptly popped into a thousand tiny pieces.
Eileen sobbed and scooted off to a different plot of dirt. She would just forget about this. Never happened. Nope.
Dig Dig Dig . . . What's this?! Congratulations, You've found RELIC BAND ! A bracelet made in a civilization about 3,000 years ago. A maniac will buy it for a high price. ( Post a Mod Summons to exchange this for •25 )
"You might be old. I don't know. At the same time you kind of look like something I could find at a pawn shop. You're definitely not shiny. But if you're 3,000 years old or whatever, you might still be expensive. I'm sure someone would probably buy you. But you just don't look like all that much, you know? No offense. I'm just thinking I could possibly do better."
Eileen sipped her water. Tuff had come in for a land and was now laying on her bag taking a nap while Eileen talked things out with the bracelet in laying in the dirt next to her trowel. It definitely wasn't the shiny possible Dawn Stone she had found earlier, but at least thing wasn't broken. Or at least it wasn't yet - she had been every careful so far and had hardly touched the new discovery. The second she had gotten a good look at it she had sat back to contemplate, dusting the dirt off her jeans, and thought about beaming a picture to soff again. She was hesitant, though, because the next thing you knew she could be on a receiving end of a history lecture and she hated interrupting him so she never did. And then she would end up here for hours more than she bargained for.
". . . Maybe someone else will find you that will want you more than I do," she decided with a nod. "You're an OK . . . bracelet thing. You deserve better." She wasn't the only one coming out here to hunt treasure. There was probably a person out there finding nothing but soda pull tabs who would be more than happy to take this thing home.
Leaving Tuff to sleep, she moved a short distance away to another plot.
It was another one of those things! Those shiny, expensive looking things that looked kind of like marbles but sold online as though they were diamonds or something. One of these days she was going to have to find out what they were exactly, but right now just the discovery and the promise of a good sale was more than enough for Eileen, who had painstakingly been able to remove the glittering little sphere from its temporary resting spot in the dirt. And it wasn't scratched one bit, so there. An one hundred percent, no doubt about it, perfect specimen.
Tuff the Whimsicott rolled out of her nap and glided over to where her friend was celebrating, landing on her shoulder and leaning on her head to peer down and have a better look at the stone. She awed accordingly, dipping forward off of Eileen's shoulder and doing a mid-air somersault before sticking her landing on the ground once more. Shiny rocks meant going back to town for treats, as Tuff was well aware.
"This one's prettier than the last one," Eileen noted, holding it up in the sunlight and squinting. ". . . you know what it kind of reminds me of, besides you know, like a marble, is that galaxy that was hanging off the skitty's collar in the first Men in Black movie . . . D'aaaaw that almost makes me want to keep it." She could totally find someone to make it a little holder thingy so she could wear it like a pendant. But no, she had priorities to remember. And if she really wanted she could probably afford an actual replica of the galaxy sphere thing with the money she would get from selling this little beauty.
Her Orre purse was filling up. She could probably afford another nice dinner with Mom before she left now, too. She had been trying not to splurge too much, what with the airstream and all, but now it looked like she had more wiggle room.
"Come on, Tuff! We have selling to do. Major selling. And I'm hungry. Are you? I could go for chicken strips and fries and a sundae right about now . . . What do you want? . . ."
Nights are Days - 
DAWN STONE !
Nights are Days - 
RELIC BAND !
Nights are Days - 
CHARIZARDITE X !
Nights are Days - 
