[open] CLOUDY with a chance of TELEPATHY

[ANASTASIYA]

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[atrb=background,http://i43.tinypic.com/1y7tjb.png] A shiver ran up the small Pokemon's spine as a sudden gust of wind threatened to whip her off her feet. She wrapped white arms around her small frame, trying to keep in some warmth. Even when the wind died down, she was still cold. Ever since those time portals had popped up, many emotions coming from the other Pokemon had been negative. Without the positive, warm emotions, the young Ralts seemed to be freezing a lot more often. Even if she was still young and knew little, she had some knowledge of what happened before she hatched. Many of the citizens of Treasure Town liked to talk, and overhearing conversations wasn't that hard. Anastasiya shivered once more, note from the wind this time. The Ralts turned her head to the sky, lifting up the green 'helmet' to reveal dark pink melancholy eyes. She blinked, taking in the clouds that were beginning to form on the horizon. Rain? Most likely. You never know what might happen with the weathers these days. The young psychic type looked down again, backing up until her back hit the building she was by. She had never gone into any of the buildings or near any of the stands that littered Treasure Town. There was no need to. To her, all the Pokemon inside were scary! Most of them had already evolved, and their power levels were over nine thousand off the chart! Plus, they had negative moods... Most of them, at least. She didn't like being around so many negative emotions. Another shiver wracked through her small body, and the young female held her arms closer. She really needed a new way to find warmth, but this was the best she had. It wasn't like she was a fire type, or even an ice type who didn't need warmth! No, her warmth came from both the sun and warm emotions. Right now, there weren't any. ooc: fail~ i need to get use to playing her. ovo

[WOLFY]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb= width, 450px, true] [STYLE= background-color: #f8f8f8; width: 350px; height: 150px; padding: 6px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; margin-top: -310px; opacity: 0.9; color: #5C5C5C;]OOC;; I need to get you to make me a table sometime |D Or whoever made your table ovo Deja found herself humming a light tune this day. It was a crisp day of Winter, with the usual hustle and bustle of Treasure Town. Although the air held a melancholy feel to it, she found herself enjoying the little spot of sunshine she stood in and the little whispers here and there, even if they weren't the usual chittering gossip. A shiver wrapped itself around her thin frame while a gust of wind shot out from behind her. She lightly embraced it with a wistful sigh. Odd, she thought, That I feel so happy in a world where it is on the very brink of termination... She found the tune in her throat rise in volume as she passed multiple Pokemon. They thought many things, most sad and thoughtful of what was to come. Some thought of the past, how they wished it lived on. Her mind wandered through the huge wave of thoughts that hung in the air. Deja's eyes nearly closed as she wafted through each word flowing into her brain, staring merely at the ground and where her pointed feet were directed with her crimson eyes. Her happy day nearly melted in a moment. Who was that, so cold, so... helpless? She raised her eyes open just a it more, peered around. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. She searched the perimeter of buildings, of Pokemon's feat. The emotions of this Pokemon were young, she could feel it in her body. Couldn't be more than a Level Ten. Herself being a Gardevoir--and a highly trained one, at that--feeling emotions was just a part from breeding that dribbled from her line of pure blood. Well, she thought it was pure. But she couldn't quite remember her great grandmother, nor if she had one alive. Her head tilted towards the right, then left, then behind her. There you are, She cocked an eyebrow at what she saw (or she would, if she had eyebrows). A miserable little Ralts leaning on the side of a nearby building, huddling itself for warmth. Immediately, pity forced itself through her veins. She projected her thoughts to the young Ralts without much warning, not quite realizing she had done so after the Telepathic Message had already been sent, Are you alright? [/style]

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TEMPLATE BY RAYAH! OF BTN!

[ANASTASIYA]

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[atrb=background,http://i43.tinypic.com/1y7tjb.png] Why did it have to be Winter, again? Really, if it had been her choice, the world would have been made with only Spring and Summer. She could still feel the vibrations from shivering, even when the shivers had died down. Of course, they always came back. Maybe she should go away from the building... That was a main factor in being cold. She could feel the negative emotions from within, though some of them were... Drunk, so the emotions kept changing. Anger, rage, sadness, false happiness... It changed so much it confused her! What was with the adults and their drinks? Seriously! Wait a minute... The Ralts felt her body tense as a voice entered her mind. She had done a pretty good job at keeping everyone else's thoughts out for the time being, but this was spoke directly to her. She blinked a few times, head turning back and forth to find the source. The only Pokemon around her were not psychic types... But, wait, there was one! It was only then that she felt the pity radiating from the older Pokemon--a Gardevoir? Oh, well, that explains it. A stronger evolution of herself... Anastasiya simply stared for a few moments, melancholy eyes hidden by the green helmet attached to her head. I... I'm fine...

[/i] Her mental reply came out hesitant, as she had never used her ability to communicate to another before. Eavesdropping using her telepathic ability was much easier than speaking with it.[/blockquote][/color][/div][/center][/td][/tr][tr][td][/td][/tr][/table][/center]

[WOLFY]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb= width, 450px, true] [STYLE= background-color: #f8f8f8; width: 350px; height: 150px; padding: 6px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; margin-top: -310px; opacity: 0.9; color: #5C5C5C;] Deja pondered slightly after she had found herself asking the poor Pokemon about how it felt, wondering just why that she, in fact, felt so compelled to do so. Usually she kept her mind so closed up (well, in a certain type of way) that her thoughts were concealed in her mind and only her mind, unless she allowed for them o be transferred to another's, like so. But why did she do this? The answer never came to her as she was given a reluctant reply. I... I'm fine... Her. It was a female, then. Deja found herself slowly walking towards the smaller, shorter and over-all younger evolution of her species. The Ralts' reply seemed hesitant. By the slight force in her thought, Deja could tell she was probably worse than she was letting on. As she neared her , Deja decided that speaking with the Pokemon was probably easier and less foreign, since the thought of the Ralts having the same ability as her own never crossed her mind. She knelt down in front of her, placing one of her green hands on the grassy ground beside the rather loud-thinking and vulgar building she was closest. "I'm sorry to say that I don't believe your reply, little one..." She stated in a calm, slightly motherly tone, "If anything, I believe you're in need of help... Where is your mother? Father? A sibling, or any other Pokemon you know?" She tried not to think or sound like she was forcing out of the little Pokemon. What if it had no parents, no siblings or friends? What if it was alone in the world, or lost? Swiftly she added onto her previous speech, "What is your name, little Ralts?" [/style]

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TEMPLATE BY RAYAH! OF BTN!