Once Was Home (Open!)

[terran]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #D0C6A4; border- top: 5px solid #75531E; border-bottom: 5px solid #75531E;] [STYLE=border: 4px solid #75531E; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-left: 15px; margin-bottom: -33px; margin-top: 7px;][/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 277px; font-size: 50px; color: #75531E; font-family: georgia; text-align: center; margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 123px; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -45px; letter-spacing: -3px;]LIKE A BOULDER[/style][STYLE=background-color: #EFE9E0; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; margin-right: 15px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: -9px; margin-left: 123px; padding: 5px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; color: #75531E;]I'M READY TO ROCK. WAIT, WRONG TYPE PUN.[/style] Anybody coming into Castelia through Route 4 would notice a strange sight on the way to the PRElympics. Terran Sunderland, junior Nox leader of Hoenn, was guiding a Pokemon caravan toward the city. What did he have planned? Was he going to assault the city? Protest the Castelia Olympics? Take a page out of Alyssa's book and unleash earthquakes everywhere? The answer of this question, of course, was none of the above. The caravan of Pokemon, riding on his trusty Torterra's back, was no strike force or military operation. Rather, a Shieldon, an Excadrill, and a Sandslash were sitting on top of Old Ironsides' back, a picnic blanket and basket of food between them. The Torterra gave his trainer a bemused look, Terran laughing and patting the massive tree-turtle on the shell. "Well, well, look who's beent he team dad lately!" the trainer joked, the two exchanging a laugh as they walked toward the Castelia Olympics. On top of Ironsides' back, a very intricate political discussion of current Unovan tensions was going on between the Sandslash, Razor, and the Excadrill, Delta. And by that I mean Delta was singing like the kid from Good Burger and Razor was barely being restrained from strangling him by their Shieldon buddy. Seemingly oblivious to the Sandslash's anger, the Excadrill continued to merrily shove apples into his mouth without a care in the world. Ladies and gentlemen, the leader of Hoenn and his elite squad of Pokemon. [STYLE=margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 15px; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; background-color: #EFE9E0; padding: 17px; color: #3C2E16; margin-top: 8px; opacity: 0.9; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; border-right: 1px dotted #9D6F25; border-left: 1px dotted #75531E;] TAGS! PRElympics NOTES! Its Terran Sunderland's amazing walking picnic! [/style]

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[dex3]

Sparkling armor glistened in the sun, flowing blonde curls bounced as she clicked her way across the road – Castelia was large and luxurious, yes, but Cersei quite enjoyed her walks. The sun was shining, and the day was absolutely pleasant, so she had decided to go around the route. By her side, the lean cream colored feline carefully watched everything. She purred, twisting a slender tail around Cersei’s thigh, sniffing the air and then licking her lips. She was hungry, and the Persian smelled food. It was close, and it was very easy to find. The man, who seemed to be crippled in one arm, wasn’t particularly trying to hide. And then it hit Cersei like a sack of bricks. This man, these Pokémon, they belonged in Hoenn. This was Terran.

She had seen his face on the wanted posters back home, on the breaking news reports that described the war raging around the world.

She put on her best smile and walked over, batting her eyelashes slightly, “Mind if I join you, sir?” She started, her voice only slightly hesitant. “I didn’t bring any food and I’m famished.”

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ooc: i told u i was taking it. |D hi crash. have cersei. <3 do with her as u will

[calliope]

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[night]

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[terran]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #D0C6A4; border- top: 5px solid #75531E; border-bottom: 5px solid #75531E;] [STYLE=border: 4px solid #75531E; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-left: 15px; margin-bottom: -33px; margin-top: 7px;][/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 277px; font-size: 50px; color: #75531E; font-family: georgia; text-align: center; margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 123px; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -45px; letter-spacing: -3px;]LIKE A BOULDER[/style][STYLE=background-color: #EFE9E0; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; margin-right: 15px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: -9px; margin-left: 123px; padding: 5px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; color: #75531E;]I'M READY TO ROCK. WAIT, WRONG TYPE PUN.[/style] Apparently Terran made some really good food, because immediately there were two other people trying to take some of it. The first person settled for walking up to him and asking nicely, but the second preferred a more . . . unique method of getting something to eat. And by that this narrator means she did a handspring off of Ironsides' back and took an apple, Delta sagging with disappointment at his food being stolen. Turning to the two, Terran grinned. "Of course you can join me. As for food? Sure thing! Delta, bit of help here?" Terran asked. The Excadrill nodded, plucking a sandwich from the picnic basket and tossing it to Terran. The man handed it to Cersei, smiling. For a man who's job revolved around not letting Hoenn burn to the ground, he seemed surprisingly easygoing. For now, at least. The second person gave a much more . . . interesting message. "Cupca- Oh. You mean that guy. Yeah, I think I already caught on to that," Terran admitted, laughing. To Calliope, his missing arm seemed incredibly obvious at this point. "Nice to meet you too, by the way." He turned to the two, a relaxed grin still on his face. "So, are either of you two in the Olympics? I swear, the fact that it's even continuing is a miracle, but in these times I'd say its just what we all need, eh?" Terran's musing was cut short, however, by a sudden gout of flame. His trainer's reactions were not dulled in the least by the relaxed atmosphere around him, and almost immediately he snapped into action. "Young Ironsides, now! Protect! The Shieldon reared up, a massive bubble of light forming around the group. Dragonflame washed over the shield harmlessly, Terran giving a stern look in the direction of its origin. "Alright, mind telling me what that was about?" [STYLE=margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 15px; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; background-color: #EFE9E0; padding: 17px; color: #3C2E16; margin-top: 8px; opacity: 0.9; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; border-right: 1px dotted #9D6F25; border-left: 1px dotted #75531E;] TAGS! PRElympics NOTES! Its Terran Sunderland's amazing walking picnic! [/style]

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[dex3]

She smiled up at him, brilliantly, comely. She easily swung her self up onto the walking beast, sitting herself beside the rather dashing man. He’d do, for a bit of flirting at least. She got a little closer as she pretended to make herself comfortable. She took the sandwich form the Excadrill with yet another lovely, although fake, smile, “Thank you, kind sir. My name is Cersei, what’s yours?” She cooed at the ground- and steel-type Pokemon, unwrapping the parcel of food.

Her green eyes turned upwards as she delicately took a bite. There were more people around now, but she just had to act normal. This tree-climbing whore had nothing on her, at least, but what was interesting was the man training his Pokemon without so much as a care for those around him. She was intent with watching the situation behind her sandwich for now.

Besides, she was in company of a rather notorious NOX leader. If she could get closer to him, maybe she could be his undoing. She’d be better than Thalia, even without the fancy title.

[calliope]

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