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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!
EPOCH uses the Manga and is built on the Original ideas suggested by our members.
We are more than just a Pokemon RP, we're a friendly community with a goal on being a memorable experience for those that look in.
Golden Rule: Treat others as you wish to be treated. If you find yourself content with being an asshole EPOCH and its members will not tolerate you.
RULES
Understand We're All Human. Respect the staffers as well as your fellow members and guests. We all have flaws, tempers and quirks. Be patient with one another, but if issues involving other members come up please don’t just grin and bear it. Contact a staff member, informing them of what's going on so they can address and resolve the situation. The staff won't know what's bothering you unless you tell them.
EPOCH is PG-13. Proboards’ Terms of Service:
Sex; When you get under the clothes, fade to black.
Violence; Do not go into extreme nauseating detail.
Cursing; This is so fucking allowed, but don't go overboard.
Suggestive Content; In avatars, signatures and templates can attract the wrong kind of attention. So be careful.
2 spaces forward and ordinarily you would get to pull an epic rescue right now . . . but no one needs rescuing. Guess you can just move along then. Mind the continued varying woods noises.
Andrea was sincerely hoping that the singing escapades would come to a stop—and that there would be no more attempts at making them belt out weird-ass tunes by that point! She then looked around—and saw that the interestingly-colored Scizor had the Azumarrill in its arms again and was making a fine move, dashing alongside them. After coming to a halt, she then bent over in order to be able to catch her breath, looking sideways and seeing that there was a pair of feet there—her Ponyta’s—along with a serpentine body—her Milotic’s—and knew that everyone was present and accounted for.
“I just…wanted to check if it would stop, remember what happened earlier when we started impromptu singing? Just be glad it’s not freaking Pika-Wrecking Ball… or something along those lines,” she said, the last sentence with a much darker intonation.
She then looked around; but saw that there was nothing…too unusual going on. “Well, we can take a rest…for now at least… and did you notice something? The area’s starting to get lighter… I don’t know if you did, but I hope we’re near the exit…” she said after a few moments, having substantially recovered and standing up straight again. Her legs were aching, she could feel her feel swelling even within her boots—she definitely needed a foot massage later, among other things. “I swear. Once we get out of here I’m going straight to a spa to unwind. How about you?” she asked him, sometime later—wondering just why he was being abnormally…quiet about all of this.
Post by Thomas Thaddeus on Dec 29, 2014 21:00:55 GMT -5
Thomas and Ripper came to a stop as well, the trainer leaning against a nearby tree in order to catch his breath. All that running, especially for his life, took a toll on the trainer. He just wanted to get out of this twisted hellhole. However, the trainer backed off the tree in response to the voices calling him, looking around for anything trying to grab him into the forest surrounding them.
When she made the comment about the song, he smirked. "Yeah, I'd probably carve out my tongue at that point...", he quipped.
"Holy shit, I'm not singing anymore! It's a fucking miracle!", Thomas commented, before going silent to look around him again, hearing the voices.
When she talked about her plans after all of this, and asked him, he turned to her. It would be clear in his expression that something was still wrong with him. Even though the curse that compelled him to sing was over with, he was still hearing random, displaced voices calling out to him from the forest.
"I'm just going to fucking drink...", he told her.
THE EXIT! There it is! Go! Be free! Leave this nightmare behind you, trick-or-treat, catch a late night screening of Night of Living Dead at the theater - whatever. You don't have to go home but you don't have to stay here. Good for you.
She then resisted the urge to chuckle at his first comment, because who in the world would want to sing a song like that? Andrea knew that her brother still had some sense of dignity as a human being, and that maybe carving out his own tongue would be the least of their worries at that point. She was no empath, that’s for sure, but she noticed that there was indeed something still bothering him.
“Hey… Tom? Are you okay?” she continued, her brow furrowed at the weird expression on his face—was there really something out there that had caused him to turn out like this? Who knew? “Come on… let’s keep going…” she continued, clicking her tongue in her Ponyta’s direction, before it sprang up and followed her. The Milotic was looking quite ruffled, but still composed as the two ‘mons took the lead in this instance.
After walking what felt like another eternity, she started recognizing the signs—were they finally on their way out of the dreaded place? She then blinked as she saw something looming not too far ahead, and then beckoned him to follow her. “Let’s go! Look over there! If that’s not an exit then I don’t know what the hell it is!” she shouted, picking up the pace and sprinting on ahead, watching as the line of what looked like light loomed larger and larger—and as she finally approached it, shoved it off to one side and came back out in the city of Laverre—although instead of it being late afternoon, it was well in the evening already!
“Huh? Did… did we take so long in there?!” she spouted out, looking around for the table, and finally retrieving her four other companions back from the box that she’d marked with her name on it.
“Ahh, thank goodness we’re back in civilization…” she trailed off, walking over to her Ponyta and giving him a hug; before heading to the Milotic and doing the same as well.