Roleplaying as Pokémon 2

[Lord Windos]

Fafurr was still having trouble stopping himself from laughing. "Faf faf.(My name is Faflin, although it's fine to just call me Fafurr.)"

He looked thoughtful for a moment. "Faf afur (I think you're fine now. I was just a bit cautious. I've met a few Dramsamas before, and they were a lot scarier than you are. One of them tried to absorb my travelling companion once, but he fought it off.)"

Bari, bari bari. (Tis the way of my kind, to steal souls of the defenseless. At least is for the young ones; the eldest, which I unfortunately have to be among, does not have near the same avarice for spirits.) Hmm, so this dragon was named Faflin. How utterly boring. Their mother or trainer must have not been the most creative sort, to come up with a name like that, but they shall (In a rare dispay of tact) decline to comment about it.


Bari bari, bari. (It does not mean I would not like to add more feathers to my illustrious plumage, but I am past the point where I feel an urge to do so. Their are plenty of opportunities to add to my collection...kindly, for a lack of a word, over the eternity that is my life.) Thespiae then spread out all of her feathers, showcasing the many variations in color and design. Though hard to judge how many they had, they had well above 5 dozen feathers floating around on a phantom breeze.

Bari. (Truth be told, I have so many feather to my name I, perhaps, need naught more. But if a soul wishes it, or an aggressor is foolish enough to try and slay me, they can find a home among my plumage.) With a ruffle of the aforementioned feather, they settled down, and now it was hard to tell exactly how many they were. Thespiae had often mentioned they lived for centuries, doing who knows what. So how many time had it the opportunity to liberate a soul, willingly or not. The thought is a discomforting one to most, to say the least

Bari! Bari, bari, bari. (Oh my, I forgot that you don't like talk about spirits! Please forgive me, Faflin, for I oft get carried away with topics that concern interests of mine own.) Then a mischevious smile began to grow on their face, spelling no good for the one it was intended too. Bari, bari~! (Now, I have seen that thou supports my affection towards my ram, Afro~! Tell me, do you have any ideas that I can woe him with~?)

[Spiritmon]

Baaschaf had calmed down at Thespiae and Afro's words, and though he wanted to pay Afro's slap back so hard, restraint was in order. And so he was dragged by his wool towards the door, all the while with his hand on his chin. Thinking of ways to solve this.

When Afro gave the signal that they arrived at the door, Baaschaf stood up and prepared himself to dig. With one swift movement, he entered the underground and tunneled forward. That is, Until he hit the  below.

THUNK
BAA! (OW!)

Baaschaf went back in the tunnel a bit and examined the barricade, it looked pretty sturdy to say the least, and who knew how far down it went.

Baa... (Huh, So they blocked it...)

Baaschaf sat there for a while, pondering his next move. when the obvious choice came to mind. Punch it.

Baaschaf aimed a shot, and launched a good, strong Superpower right at the barricade.


BAAA! (HIIIIYAH!)

Needless to say, once the smoke from the punch cleared, it didn't budge. But he did notice something different about it, there were streaks of glowing blue light. it emitted an almost... ghostly aura? Best to report this to Afro and Thespiae.

Using dig, i take the other side of the door to see if i can find something. Like i imagined the door is very deep. I try something different: I try to dig even more to find the exit until find something to call exit, and then go up. But there is only stone. Hard stone.

Bari ba (Damn! I think we must find some way to go.)

He return and see Baaschaf.

Bari bari (Do you find something Baaschaf?)

[PhantomUnderYourDesk]

(...) Then, in its boldest, most invasive display of affection yet, it kissed them straight on the mouth. From the sudden chocking from Afro, it seems that it was a tounge in kiss to boot. How ranchy~!  (...)

(... )He was very embarassed, he like it, but he will not admit. He grab in the wool of Baaschaf and go in the direction of that door still mad, and his face was red and smoke geting out from his ears.  (...)

[Pokemonerd25]

Fafurr was still having trouble stopping himself from laughing. "Faf faf.(My name is Faflin, although it's fine to just call me Fafurr.)"

He looked thoughtful for a moment. "Faf afur (I think you're fine now. I was just a bit cautious. I've met a few Dramsamas before, and they were a lot scarier than you are. One of them tried to absorb my travelling companion once, but he fought it off.)"

Bari, bari bari. (Tis the way of my kind, to steal souls of the defenseless. At least is for the young ones; the eldest, which I unfortunately have to be among, does not have near the same avarice for spirits.) Hmm, so this dragon was named Faflin. How utterly boring. Their mother or trainer must have not been the most creative sort, to come up with a name like that, but they shall (In a rare dispay of tact) decline to comment about it.


Bari bari, bari. (It does not mean I would not like to add more feathers to my illustrious plumage, but I am past the point where I feel an urge to do so. Their are plenty of opportunities to add to my collection...kindly, for a lack of a word, over the eternity that is my life.) Thespiae then spread out all of her feathers, showcasing the many variations in color and design. Though hard to judge how many they had, they had well above 5 dozen feathers floating around on a phantom breeze.

Bari. (Truth be told, I have so many feather to my name I, perhaps, need naught more. But if a soul wishes it, or an aggressor is foolish enough to try and slay me, they can find a home among my plumage.) With a ruffle of the aforementioned feather, they settled down, and now it was hard to tell exactly how many they were. Thespiae had often mentioned they lived for centuries, doing who knows what. So how many time had it the opportunity to liberate a soul, willingly or not. The thought is a discomforting one to most, to say the least

Bari! Bari, bari, bari. (Oh my, I forgot that you don't like talk about spirits! Please forgive me, Faflin, for I oft get carried away with topics that concern interests of mine own.) Then a mischevious smile began to grow on their face, spelling no good for the one it was intended too. Bari, bari~! (Now, I have seen that thou supports my affection towards my ram, Afro~! Tell me, do you have any ideas that I can woe him with~?)

Fafurr snorted again. "Faf af fafur. (Sorry, it's just amusing to me. From how much I know him, he's not someone easy to woo. I'd probably say to simply keep on bugging him until he starts returning your feelings. I can se on him that there's potential for love, but you'll have to cultivate that for a while.)"

He looked a bit uncomfortable for a moment "The reason I feel uncomfortable with the idea of absorbing souls is that they are trapped there indefinitely, living in a world of illusions. They might feel like they meet friends and family again, but it's not real. It's robbing them of the chance to move on. Those who seek you out are ones who are afraid of death, believing that living in a world of illusion is better than what comes after that." He then sighed and shifted uncomfortably.

"Faf fafaf (About my name, yes I could see your reaction, I was given to and named by a 5-year old human child when I was born. I've become used to it, although I only feel comfortable with friends using it.)"

[Spiritmon]

(...) Then, in its boldest, most invasive display of affection yet, it kissed them straight on the mouth. From the sudden chocking from Afro, it seems that it was a tounge in kiss to boot. How ranchy~!  (...)

(... )He was very embarassed, he like it, but he will not admit. He grab in the wool of Baaschaf and go in the direction of that door still mad, and his face was red and smoke geting out from his ears.  (...)

(My God no...)

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Fafurr was still having trouble stopping himself from laughing. "Faf faf.(My name is Faflin, although it's fine to just call me Fafurr.)"

He looked thoughtful for a moment. "Faf afur (I think you're fine now. I was just a bit cautious. I've met a few Dramsamas before, and they were a lot scarier than you are. One of them tried to absorb my travelling companion once, but he fought it off.)"

Bari, bari bari. (Tis the way of my kind, to steal souls of the defenseless. At least is for the young ones; the eldest, which I unfortunately have to be among, does not have near the same avarice for spirits.) Hmm, so this dragon was named Faflin. How utterly boring. Their mother or trainer must have not been the most creative sort, to come up with a name like that, but they shall (In a rare dispay of tact) decline to comment about it.


Bari bari, bari. (It does not mean I would not like to add more feathers to my illustrious plumage, but I am past the point where I feel an urge to do so. Their are plenty of opportunities to add to my collection...kindly, for a lack of a word, over the eternity that is my life.) Thespiae then spread out all of her feathers, showcasing the many variations in color and design. Though hard to judge how many they had, they had well above 5 dozen feathers floating around on a phantom breeze.

Bari. (Truth be told, I have so many feather to my name I, perhaps, need naught more. But if a soul wishes it, or an aggressor is foolish enough to try and slay me, they can find a home among my plumage.) With a ruffle of the aforementioned feather, they settled down, and now it was hard to tell exactly how many they were. Thespiae had often mentioned they lived for centuries, doing who knows what. So how many time had it the opportunity to liberate a soul, willingly or not. The thought is a discomforting one to most, to say the least

Bari! Bari, bari, bari. (Oh my, I forgot that you don't like talk about spirits! Please forgive me, Faflin, for I oft get carried away with topics that concern interests of mine own.) Then a mischevious smile began to grow on their face, spelling no good for the one it was intended too. Bari, bari~! (Now, I have seen that thou supports my affection towards my ram, Afro~! Tell me, do you have any ideas that I can woe him with~?)

Fafurr snorted again. "Faf af fafur. (Sorry, it's just amusing to me. From how much I know him, he's not someone easy to woo. I'd probably say to simply keep on bugging him until he starts returning your feelings. I can se on him that there's potential for love, but you'll have to cultivate that for a while.)"

He looked a bit uncomfortable for a moment "The reason I feel uncomfortable with the idea of absorbing souls is that they are trapped there indefinitely, living in a world of illusions. They might feel like they meet friends and family again, but it's not real. It's robbing them of the chance to move on. Those who seek you out are ones who are afraid of death, believing that living in a world of illusion is better than what comes after that." He then sighed and shifted uncomfortably.

"Faf fafaf (About my name, yes I could see your reaction, I was given to and named by a 5-year old human child when I was born. I've become used to it, although I only feel comfortable with friends using it.)"

Afro go behind Faflin and give a punch in his head with a vein beating in Afro forehead.

Bari! Bari bari bari! (Fafurr! Dont give ideas to her you snow punk!)

Its been a while since he call someone a punk. Afro was very piss of after everything. Still mad, he ask to that two.

Bari bari ba (What you two punks was talking so eager?)

Baariette then wait impatience for a replied.

[Lord Windos]

(...) Then, in its boldest, most invasive display of affection yet, it kissed them straight on the mouth. From the sudden chocking from Afro, it seems that it was a tounge in kiss to boot. How ranchy~!  (...)

(... )He was very embarassed, he like it, but he will not admit. He grab in the wool of Baaschaf and go in the direction of that door still mad, and his face was red and smoke geting out from his ears.  (...)

[I wouldn't be laughing too hard, dear Phantom. It might give me new ideas to test on you....tehe!]


Thespiae, (after transforming back into a Baariette) when they heard Faflin's describe its viewpoint on its feather collecting, became unexpectedly downcast. Their face sagged, and they let out a heavy sigh, no very joyful about being confronted by the idea. Bari....bari bari. Bari Bari Bari. Bari...
(Most of my kind would be inclined to disagree with you, kindly or not, but.... I share a somewhat similar stance on the matter.)
They looked at their hands, as if question something about themselves... or if trying to find and answer for itself. (Despite my festivity and gay attitude, I am a very, very old bird indeed, and I have experienced thing, learned lessons that made less inclined in soul pursuits. It is not like I can do anything about it, at this point...)

It stared at Faflin tiredly, as if the subject was sucking the life out of them. Ironic, really. Bari, bari. Bari, bari bari. Bari....Bari. (You see, once I have taken a soul, with the permission of the owner or not, it is in my possession forever more. They are, at that point, as intrinsically tied to my being as they used to be with their own bodies. In a sense, each person I add becomes a part of me... which I suppose is why they manifest as feathers for a Dramsama's body.)

Bari, bari bari. Bari. Bari Bari. Bari, Bari. (How each of my kind handles this facet of existence depends on the individual. I rather not get into too much detail about that, if you mind, but suffice to say, I prefer to keep the souls that are a part of me happy and content. For some of them, that is a far better fate than what they had in store if their soul departed to the afterlife, as I have mentioned. Would it be kinder for them to be aware of their fate, and know that nothing can be done about it? Better for them to be happy with an artificial paridise, to you, than be miserable in their new reality.)

She let out a heavy sigh again, and some of the pep started to return, by the small smile they were now showing. They bent down, and patted the snowy dragon on the hand. Like all the old souls it has meet, this one has gotten them to think about themselves in greater detail than they like. A reality check, though however unwelcome, is a necessary, if hard, thing for it to have, every once in awhile. Keeps them sharp, at any rate. Bari, bari bari (This is a burden I carry, my fellow old soul, one that I do not take lighty, so worry not about me abusing the spirits that are a part of me. Well, anymore than I already have, at any rate.)

Bari. (You can agree to disagree with me about this; I don't mind. As long as I keep any soul that comes into my care positive, I can continue being thine old self.) As that convertation was wrapping up, Afro came upon them, and decided to bash some heads in, so to speak. When they asked what they were so intensely discussing, her reply was positive sunny, as if the gloom that surround Thespiae never existed. Bari, bari bari~! Bari, bari~! Bari... (Oh, we were acquainting with each other, and devising the best manner that I can court you, my ram~! Why, you can cumm join our conversation and planning, if you finally have cumm to feverishly desire me~ I think we would be both delighted by the outcumm of such a...energetic session.)

They then suddenly kissed them on the nose again, giggling as they were becoming flush face once again. It never gets old, teasing Afro. How Splendid~! While they were distracting Afro with their lavish affection, sudden a voice echoed in Faflin's head. (While I am holding you to no promise, could you please not tell Afro the true nature of our conversation? I would rather not depress him with the information, and him to see me in a pitying light. I don't want him to feel sad, especially for me.)

[Spiritmon]

Bari bari bari (Mnhnnnngr! Mnhganag!)

Baariette was so mad this time he couldnt speak right.

Bari! (SCREW YOU THEN!)

Then Baariette march to go some place to sleep. He was really piss off. He dont know what to feel: Embarassed, mad, or simply want punch someone. That ghost-girl know how to make Baariette mad. He dont tell, but he heard some of the conversation between Fafurr and Thespiae. Baariette know a little how to feel. He have his own mistakes. When he stop to think, in the battle between him and Beliel, many Rangers die. He cold say he dont care about the Rangers and the only think he care was the Mega Stone. It was a lie. He couldnt save anyone. The worse of all, Kellyn it is in the hands of Pyro Bug, and Chimical too. Sometimes he thinks: What is power? Its pure strengh? Wisdom?

He see to his own hand and think: I have power, then why i almost loose to the that lizard? Both was raised to a their Masters, both have their reasons to fight. Then why? That is another reason he give up the Mega Stone to Baaschaf. Because he think he dont deserve the power of Mega Evolution. He believe one day, Baaschaf will make a great Baariette, better then him.

He then grab his chest, right in the place where Thespiae take off the radiantion. Perhaps he delay death, but someday he will fight Beliel again, and when this happens, will be the last time. Afro see in the direction of Thespiae, Fafurr and Baaschaf. Thespiae was take care of Fafurr wound when i punch him. Afro smirk a little. He will certain miss that moments with his friends. He go out a little to the direction of that door. Both to think, and have a little time alone.

[Lord Windos]

Bari~! Bari Bari~! Bari...! (I knew you would wanted me all along, my stalwart performer~! Wait, you are going the wrong way, if you wish to make love upon my body~! Oh well, cumm on over here whenever you are ready; I'll be waiting..!~) Thespiae shouted this in the direction that Afro was fleeing, tittering to themselves as their almost tripped on their own feet upon her declaration, before he redoubled his pace, steam billowing from his face. Splendid, just Splendid, tehe!

They then turned towards (the unfortunately named) Faflin, and asked if they were ok, after they spoke their piece on the.... soulful topic. Thespiae, despite her attention clearly being focused on the easily embrassed Afro, was still worried about the other members of the troupe. These guys were beginning to become something like friend to them; almost unthinkable, with all the revelation that have been happening. How delightfully unexpected~!

[Spiritmon]

When Baariette see that ghost-girl follow him, he redoubled his reforces to escape from the hands of that crazy girl. He hide behind a behind a pillar, and then use Dig to hind in the ground. Its not exatcly the most confortable place to sleep, but he hope it was enough to get out of the sight from that girl.

Bari bari (I just hope she dont find me here.)

He then yawn a little and then fall sleep.

(Well guys this when i go out now. Must sleep now. Good night everyone!)

[Lord Windos]

[You know, since they are a ghost, they can just phase through the ground to get at you if they want, ya know. Fortunately, they have other matters that need to be done]

After a brief discussion with Faflin, they decide to tuck in for the night. They tried to see if they could sleep with Afro, but they immediantly ran away from them, then buried themselves underground. While they could just phase through it to get at him, they rather not sleep intangible in the ground. Always leaves them feeling grogy in the morning. So they settle for the next best thing: The take their respite right above were they are sleeping underground. Just before they passed out, they had a wonderful (to them, not for Afro) idea!

As they went into sleep, they used their hypnotic and ghostly powers to draw herself and Afro into a shared dream. As the dream formed, it shall Afro sparing in a training field, doing its utmost to succeed. They proceed to walk straight up behind them, and then gave them a sneak attack hug! Bari~ Bari~! (Well, what have I found here in my nice little dreams, but my precious king? Now, we have the whole night to spend together, and get to know one another~!)

Not even in their sleep is Afro safe from Thespiae grasp. Poor, poor bastard...