starkidcosmo

Longing burns my veins, aching wracks my bones; telling me to leave it all and touch the sky. A fire’s in my heart, void's replaced my soul; I crave the things I cannot find. I’ve gathered too much moss! Chains of ivy hold me down, but my desire burns through even time! So long, Mother! So long, Sister! The time has come for me to learn to fly.

Routes of Hazzard - Final Stretch - Mio The sudden onslaught of the Patrat caught Mio off-guard, but Jason's quick thinking and orders set him straight. "You heard him, Loam! Meena, use Scratch on whoever gets close!" Loam spun and tottered to line up her shot, checking her aim with her sail fin before firing off a weak water gun. Meena, angry and backed up by Rascal's Helping Hand, waited for the Patrat at the point of the formation to get close and lashed out with her claws. She was aiming to force the bastard backwards and into Apollo's line of fire, a tactic that Mio noticed. "Loam, push them back! Water Gun!" Loam teetered dangerously, but she managed to pivot towards the oncoming Patrat. She didn't bother to take super careful aim, instead firing off four shots in the general direction of the charging rodents.

Keeping the main chat a safe environment is more important than a few people's ability to say whatever they want. Inclusivity and acceptance =/= accepting and including literally everything no matter what.

Hey all, my computer is on the fritz and I'm not sure when I can get it replaced or fixed. I should still be able to post, but since mobile is... mobile, they'll most likely be more along the lines of quick replies to major events rather than the lengthy, lovingly written blow-by-blows I'm sure y'all just adore. don't worry about me vanishing or anything, just wanted to give a heads up.

www.myresearch4you.com Apparently I'm... wow I'm not at all any of these things. except maybe annoying. I mean, apparently angels will make your eyes explode or something if you look at them so that's pretty #me but...

Routes of Hazzard - Final Stretch - Mio Before Brendan could even think to respond, Mio held up a hand, although it wasn't even close to being in Brendan's direction. "Wait, no, better idea; Loam! Hit me with a water gun!" If this worked out well, he could use the same trick to pull Meena out of her funk. He had no idea what was going on with the Watchog, but considering the damage they'd already done to its territory, he didn't think it'd end with that. Loam scowled at the Watchog's answer. Irresponsible. Totally irresponsible. She had every mind to chew the bastard that'd hurt her partner out, but Mio's call put an end to that thought. Incredulous, Loam spun to face her trainer, who had multiplied by three and was currently shimmering like a mirage. Mio couldn't see, but the extended pause after his command let him know everything he needed. "Loam, I trust you. Water gun at my face!" With a small sigh, Loam took careful aim for where she thought the real Mio was and fired off a weak shot of water towards what was hopefully his face. The ball of water hit Mio on his left cheek and burst, leaving a bright red bruise and soaked hair in its wake. Mio shook like a dog and opened his eyes. His cheek stung and his hair stuck flat to his head, but instead of dead Patrat and dying Loams, he saw one Watchog and a circle of gleaming eyes. Excellent. He rushed over to Loam and swept her up in his arms, glad to see her living and breathing. "Alright, next, hit Meena with one. Gently." He said, setting his Mudkip friend back on the ground. Loam obliged, letting loose a somewhat smaller, slower burst of water. It hit Meena square in her ribs, and she whipped around to glare at her attacker. The Murkrow were gone, and instead she saw Loam, Mio... and a whole lot of enemies. She slunk back to Mio's side, hackles raised and ready to fight, but Mio shook his head. Brendan had apparently opened up negotiations. It was best to at least try and get them to go through. "Mr..." Mio paused as he began to address the leader of the Patrat. Was it Mr.? Most pokemon had little to no sexual dimorphism, so he couldn't be sure. "Er, Chief Watchog? I know we're not really in any position to negotiate, but we really just want the food back. I understand that you're trying to do what's best for your group, but at this rate, isn't it more pain and trouble than it's worth? A lot of your people have gotten seriously hurt already... so can't we just take the food and the hat and go?"