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Four Pokémon slipped into the Spinda Café, where a wild party was being thrown.. so wild that PK and Shroomsworth were performing on stage. And Gunpowder and Mike were sitting at the same table. That wild. The four Pokémon who entered were Windfall and Eclipse of Team Radiance, along with Synteza and Veleno of Team Vertigo. Their footfalls and wingbeats wove themselves into that of the music playing, and they kept to the shadows as to not be detected, but in reality, there was no need for stealth - after all, if even the guild leaders were caught up in the party, it would be a piece of cake to go unnoticed - even if one were to run in screaming at the top of their lungs.
"Ssso how do you suppose we get there undetected, Eclipssse?" Veleno hissed in her ear, looking over at the performance on stage. "They're up there."
"Oh, and not to mention that everyone's looking up there," Synteza added, glaring at Eclipse. She preferred well thought out plans.. not just ideas.
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Many issues envelop the modern world, terrorism, environmental disasters, along with many others. I remember a time when things were simpler, and people were care free most of the time. My name is Buck Hansen and I was born on July 4th 1900. I lived a short and fiery life in St. Louis, Missouri and died in a speakeasy shootout on July 4th 1925. It all started the night before, around ten o'clock. I was having a drink with a few friends in one of the busiest speakeasies in St. Louis. As soon as the clock struck ten a man came stumbling in and shouted "hide the booze! The cops ar
The Saving EcounterThe Saving Encounter Aquaveemon (Aqua)/Alex n/a
Ch.1 The Meeting
Wow, it sure is hot today, I say as I continue to walk. Well, other than the fact that Im in a desert, it would be considered hot in other terms. Man, where am I anyway? Im still trying to figure this out when something catches my attention. I look over in the direction and see a red digimon heading towards me. As it came closer to me, I start to get blinded by this weird light and then everything goes black as it seemed that the whole place was spinning. I start to yell who or what are you, but there is no reply except for a very large growl. I start to run but that doesnt turn out well as I ran straight into a tree. As I back away in pain and slight confusion, I start to wonder how and why I ran into a tree. It took awhile before my sight returned to normal a
TBOS James Englehart AuditionJames stood at the door to the apartment complex, looking down at the woman in front of him. "Excuse me," he said, "Are you Mrs. Thompson?"
"Yes," she replied, "How can I help you?" Mrs. Thompson appeared calm, but her fear was evident in her voice. The presence of a hunter at your door indicated that someone you knew might be infected, and that your life would never be the same again.
"I just need to ask your husband some questions. Is he available?" said James.
"He just left. Can I help you?" Mrs. Thompson asked.
"I'll need to look around," said James, shoving her out of the way as he entered the apartment. Even the slightest suspicion that someone was harboring a nonhuman gave him all the cause he needed to investigate the premises. He felt no guilt over intruding on the rights of someone who associated with monsters. James walked from the entrance to the living room, checking the apar
Calm as the SeaThe sea was calm, as calm as it ever was for the longest time. Mural took it upon herself to leave the confines of the ship for a long needed swim. The water was so clear to her that every little creature that she swam past she could see with distinct detail. Oh how she loved the motion of the clear blue sea. It felt so rich as the salty water eased across her skin.
Plop! She stopped. What was that? she asked herself. She waited for it to sound again. Several fish brushed past her, unnoticed.
Plop! It sounded again. Mural looked about her to see what would cause such a sound. She swam past the reef, plop. The sound was lighter. It suddenly clicked in her mind what the sound was. She slowly slipped her head just above the water. It was small but she could see what it was. A lone man sat at the cove tossing his bobber into the sea. He held onto the fishing rod for a few moments the