Roleplaying as Pokémon 2

[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.)