Post by aris on Jan 15, 2012 22:56:34 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] [STYLE=width: 400px; height: 900px; background-image: url(http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2010/093/9/8/Blue_Bokeh_by_lemasney.png); padding: 15px; margin-bottom: -910px;][/style] [STYLE=font-family: AR DECODE; font-size: 36px; color: #131A67; margin-left: 15px;]A contemplative existence[/style][STYLE=font-family: AR DECODE; font-size: 32px; color: #131A67; margin-left: 42px; margin-top: -15px;]one wrought with irony[/style] [STYLE=width: 120px; height: 120px; border: 10px solid #4688BA; margin-left: 10px;]  [/style][STYLE=width: 120px; height: 120px; border: 10px solid #4688BA; margin-left: 140px; margin-top: -120px;] [/style][STYLE=width: 120px; height: 120px; border: 10px solid #4688BA; margin-left: 270px; margin-top: -120px;] [/style][STYLE=font-family: AR DECODE; font-size: 36px; color: #131A67; margin-right: 15px; margin-top: -15px; text-align: right;]I see the folly of this war[/style][STYLE=font-family: AR DECODE; font-size: 32px; color: #131A67; margin-right: 42px; margin-top: -15px; text-align: right;]I see the folly of all wars[/style] [STYLE=width: 350px; background-color: #4688BA; overflow: auto; height: 350px; margin-left: 25px; padding: 10px;]Mossdeep City...ooh, it was quite the beautiful city, wasn't it? The sea surrounding it, which probably helped when it came to keeping it firmly in Nox control; the only ways to easily assault it were either via air or sea. That was how she had gotten to the city; by taking a boat from Lilycove. It had been difficult to do it, but she had convinced one of the sailors there to take her to Mossdeep, in exchange for some cash; everything seemed to revolve around money so much lately. She disliked that; mostly because money in itself wasn't bad, it was the people who put value on it that were. The way they used it, that was what made it bad; she felt...dirty, having had to use it to sneak into Mossdeep. Aris signed and looked at the Froslass sleeping next to her; it was easily the strongest of her pokemon, but also one of the most shy. The pokemon never really liked interacting with people, or even other pokemon. One would think she'd have her Growlithe out with her, instead of her Froslass, but he tended to get a bit spooked by all of the water that surrounded Mossdeep. Besides that, he was fairly excitable anyway; she certainly didn't need him doing anything unpredictable. That was when she felt it; the pang of hunger hitting her stomach. She stopped in her thoughts; it would seem she'd have to go fetch some food. Aris gently prodded her Froslass awake, and while the female was waking up, Aris stood up, brushing the dirt that had gotten onto her dress off. She didn't make a habit of sitting in the dirt, but...it was a fairly peaceful day, if somewhat cold; besides, she had felt she needed some time to think. One tended to think better when one was outside, instead of stuffed away somewhere in some motel or hotel. Aris watched her pokemon as it woke up, and finally got up, hovering; Froslass didn't have legs, after all. The timid creature glowered a bit at her trainer, who offered her a kind, but firm, smile. "I'm hungry, and I can't very well leave you here. I doubt you'd like returning to your pokeball either," she said to the creature; it continued to glower at her, but then slowly nodded. Good, so they were in agreement. "Up you go then." she said simply before picking up her pokemon, holding it in her arms tightly. It was a bit...well, not like her to do it, but she was a bit more softer, more kind, to her pokemon than anything else. Aurora let herself be held without complaint; besides, her trainer just might share some of the food with her, and that was worth being quiet over. So the duo began to move, Aris holding onto her Froslass as they made their way to one of the nearby restaurants; when had she last eaten, anyway?[/style] [STYLE=font-family: AR DECODE; font-size: 36px; color: #131A67; margin-left: 15px;]They are just a waypoint[/style][STYLE=font-family: AR DECODE; font-size: 32px; color: #131A67; margin-left: 42px; margin-top: -15px;]to destruction[/style] [STYLE=margin-left: 20px; margin-top: -15px; color: #000000; font-size: 11px;] TAGS: Alyssa NOTES: Looking forward to this! ^^ CREDITS: Made by daydreamer95 of BTN [/style] [STYLE=font-family: AR DECODE; font-size: 36px; color: #131A67; margin-right: 15px; margin-top: -15px; text-align: right;][/style][STYLE=font-family: AR DECODE; font-size: 32px; color: #131A67; margin-right: 42px; margin-top: -15px; text-align: right;][/style] |
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[/style][style=float:right; width:330px; background-color:cacaca; margin-top:30px; margin-left:-165px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 8px; opacity:.8; font-size:9px; padding:10px; text-align:justify; font-family:arial;color:000000]Alyssa sat at the table in the Astral Mezzanine, waiting for the waitress to bring her check. She’d had a fast meal after taking care of some business at the space center. She was grateful that she’d been able to make short work of dying her hair back to its normal color after Lune had dyed it the atrocious shades of a neon-colored rainbow. Of course, her trip to Lilycove hadn’t exactly been what one would call ‘uneventful’ but, that was behind her now. Reflecting back on it, the events that had unfolded there weren’t exactly unexpected given her position as Hoenn’s Leader. Luckily, though, the assailants had failed. However, they had made Alyssa throw a slight air of caution into the wind. She wouldn’t be intimidated by the threat they’d post, oh no. Just the opposite, actually...or close to it, at least.