Pokemon Legends
From Create Your Own Story
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“I was simply trying to give the situation the serious reaction it deserves. And I believe the word you’re looking for is ‘mysteriousness.’” | “I was simply trying to give the situation the serious reaction it deserves. And I believe the word you’re looking for is ‘mysteriousness.’” | ||
| - | “Shut it.” The girl turns to you and whistles appreciatively. “Well now, don’ you look all powerful an'… mysterious.” She says the last word slowly, letting | + | “Shut it.” The girl turns to you and whistles appreciatively. “Well now, don’ you look all powerful an'… mysterious.” She says the last word slowly, letting it roll off her tongue. |
You look at your… hands (is that what they’re called?), and are just barely able to hold back a screech. These are definitely not hands. | You look at your… hands (is that what they’re called?), and are just barely able to hold back a screech. These are definitely not hands. | ||
Revision as of 23:24, 2 December 2011
A light thumping noise is the first thing you hear. (Your heart?) A cool breeze is the first thing you feel. The smell of flowers is the first thing you smell.
Blackness is the only thing that you see. Well, not that you see it but…
Confusion hits you. As if in answer to your subconscious desire to know what the heck is going on, a spotlight lights up in front of you.
The light reveals a well dressed, elderly man. He locks eyes with you and he gives you a warm smile.
Just as he opens his mouth to speak, a book comes flying out of the darkness and hits him in the back of the head, sending him to the ground. A female, rough voice follows it, and you dimly realize that you can (somewhat) understand the words spoken.
“Oy! Quit it wit’ the myst-i-ous-ness. Ya ain’t all that.”
The light broadens to include a teenage girl. Her brown hair is tied up in a ponytail on the side of her head and her clothing is what you would expect a tom-girl to wear.
The old man rubs the back of his head as he stands back up.
“I was simply trying to give the situation the serious reaction it deserves. And I believe the word you’re looking for is ‘mysteriousness.’”
“Shut it.” The girl turns to you and whistles appreciatively. “Well now, don’ you look all powerful an'… mysterious.” She says the last word slowly, letting it roll off her tongue.
You look at your… hands (is that what they’re called?), and are just barely able to hold back a screech. These are definitely not hands.
What do you see?
