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Zernebog Dmitriyevich Romanov
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[attr="class","gotta10"] [attr="class","gotta12"] | I NEVER MEANT TO TAKE IT THIS FAR | |
THOUGH WE STILL STAY UP ALL NIGHT, THE MORNINGS AREN'T QUITE AS BRIGHT Whenever one goes into Goldenrod, there is usually one impression that stands out amongst the rest. Goldenrod was huge. It was a huge concrete jungle filled with twists and turns, countless sounds and smells, and most importantly forms of life from the simple plants, the roaming pokemon, and the hustle and bustle of trainers. For someone used to the natural, lush green jungles and the cold, rocky mountain slopes of nature, cities tended to be very jarring even years after he had first entered into one. While he liked change and people… this was a little too much. It did not help that Goldenrod was the biggest city in the region and was said to be one of the biggest in the world. He didn’t know if it was intentional or not but these kinds of places made one feel how small they were in comparison to the world, like ants on an ant hill. Still, Zernebog pressed on with Ra by his side. He had business in the city -as irritating as it was- and sometimes needs trumped over wants and comfort. He just hoped that the information was good or he would have wasted his time in this uncomfortable place for nothi- Bump!Zernebog stumbled back a bit as he bumped into someone while looking at the signs. Ow. Fuck. Rookie mistake. He turned towards the other person and eyed them with a little concern. ”Sorry about that. You okay, miss?” He asked. Beside him, Ra also clucked in apology for his master while also being kind of distracted by the sights and smells of the place. [attr="class","gotta11"]  PHARAOH LEAP. [googlefont=Montserrat] [newclass=.gotta10]width:380px;padding:35px;padding-bottom:2px;background-color:#ffffff;color:#555555;font:10px Verdana;text-align:justify;box-shadow:0px 0px 5px rgba(0,0,0,.25);margin-top:5px;border-bottom:solid 85px #b31212;[/newclass] [newclass=.gotta10 b]color:#b31212;[/newclass] [newclass=.gotta11]padding:1px;width:110px;height:110px;border-radius:100px;background-color:#b31212;border:solid 9px #ffffff;margin-top:-164px;position:relative;z-index:1;[/newclass] [newclass=.gotta12]border:solid 1px #222222;font:20px Montserrat;text-align:center;color:#222222;letter-spacing:-1px;overflow:hidden;[/newclass] [newclass=.gotta13]margin-left:-18px;position:relative;z-index:1;-webkit-transition-duration:.4s;transition-duration:.4s;-moz-transition-duration:.4s;[/newclass] [newclass=.gotta12:hover .gotta13]margin-left:-420px;-webkit-transition-duration:.4s;transition-duration:.4s;-moz-transition-duration:.4s;[/newclass] [newclass=.gotta14 a]font:14px Montserrat!important;color:#222222!important;[/newclass] |
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 Harper was intimately and intensely upset with the past few hours of her very short life thus far. She had met with the bank that handled her family's affairs, and told her that the price to buy back her parents shares in the company were raised - yet again. At this point, winning it back seemed hopeless, and her cousins were definitely not any help in the matter. As she sat quiet on one of the benches in the city, stroking her Espeon - Eve - and thinking about what she was going to do, her stomach grumbled loudly, signaling that she needed some nourishment. She sighed softly and slipped into the bench more, before hopping up and determining herself to getting some food - the company could wait. Her body was much more important to her than some stupid family legacy. Unfortunately, as she shot up, someone had rounded the bench and ran directly into her. For a moment, she felt herself teetering on the edge of falling over, but she wound up reaching for the bench to stabilize herself, before backing up out of the other person's way as fast as she could. "I'm sorry!" She said quickly, the Espeon interpreting her words into the mind of the other person. Of course she was sorry - she had randomly and abruptly stood up in a place where people would be obviously walking and putting an obstacle up in the man's way. "I'm fine!" She glanced over herself, wordlessly checking herself out to make sure she was, in fact, fine. When she located a small cut just above her knee where the metal had scraped her from falling into the bench, she laughed silently and motioned to it, before shrugging. "Aside from the cut, of course."[googlefont=Open Sans:800] |
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◄ "Hello there! Welcome to the world of Pokémon! My name is Oak! People call me the Pokémon Prof! This world is inhabited by creatures called Pokémon! For some people, Pokémon are pets. Other use them for fights. Myself… I study Pokémon as a profession. First, what is your name? Right! Let me give you a quick introduction of Pokemon Infinity while you are here.
