War. It is an incongruous invention of the selfish mankind. They were all despicable. In their eyes, life was a game of destroy or be destroyed; none of them had any regard for how precious life truly was. War is unneeded. While war throws spoils upon those reigning victorious, it also forces unnecessary melancholy and hurt upon everyone near it, regardless of whether or not they choose to take part. Life was created to be valued, it was created for peace, and harmony. But when those granted such luxuries choose to distort it to fit their own twisted desires, no one wins. It's all an endless, mindless cycle of darkness. Why does hate exist? To that, I know not the answer. But here I now stand, pleading that such divine light as described twisted be rained down upon the incompetent evildoers who so desperately long for war, for the ultimate spoil that is bloody murder. I would do what I could to stop it; but values are made to be cherished.
Quickly, she darted into her walk-in closet, and picked out her favorite clothes: A white blouse, pink waist-high skirt, pink ballet flats, and white knee-high socks. She could be seen pulling her hair up into a ponytail as she walked out of her closet and over to her white bag, which hung next to a checklist, secured to the wall with tape.
"Let's see," Ally mumbled, removing the paper from the wall. She went down the long list, which had unfolded to about four feet long once she removed it from the wall. She took about a half hour checking, double checking, then triple checking all of her things, before folding the list up and throwing it away.
As she turned from the trashcan, she walked over to a bedside table, which bore two things; a picture of Ally, her grandmother, and a Gardevoir, Ally and her grandmother dressed very formally, and a pokeball sat right next to the frame. Ally picked up the frame, and eyed it for a moment. She smiled as she collapsed the leg, and put it in her bag. Then she reached for the pokeball, which she was very quick to open.
In a flash of pale blue light, a small Ralts appeared. Ally cherished this Ralts from the day it had hatched from its egg. She reached down to pick her little friend up.
"Good morning, Ralts!" She said happily, hugging her.
"Ra, ra!" The small Pokemon expressed in response, "hugging" Ally back by spreading out her little arms across her chest.
"Mom and dad are out on business, again," She muttered, excusing her perky attitude for only a short moment.
"Are you ready to go?" Ally asked Ralts, who gave a small nod in response. Ralts was very soon after enveloped in light, Ally's form following suit. After a moment, they warped off to Professor Sycamore's lab.
Thank you for reading that long opening. If you are at all interested in joining, please feel free to ask. Here are the rules:
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Ally's eyes shot open, and she enthusiastically sat up in bed. The sun was beaming through her windows; the bright light leaking through the pink curtains and white drapes. She virtually flew out of her bed, jumping right into her slippers as she pushed through her balcony door to look out at Lumiose City in the morning. The streets were already full of cars, adults on their way to work. She squealed to herself as she ran back inside, being sure to close and lock the doors behind her.
Quickly, she darted into her walk-in closet, and picked out her favorite clothes: A white blouse, pink waist-high skirt, pink ballet flats, and white knee-high socks. She could be seen pulling her hair up into a ponytail as she walked out of her closet and over to her white bag, which hung next to a checklist, secured to the wall with tape.
"Let's see," Ally mumbled, removing the paper from the wall. She went down the long list, which had unfolded to about four feet long once she removed it from the wall. She took about a half hour checking, double checking, then triple checking all of her things, before folding the list up and throwing it away.
As she turned from the trashcan, she walked over to a bedside table, which bore two things; a picture of Ally, her grandmother, and a Gardevoir, Ally and her grandmother dressed very formally, and a pokeball sat right next to the frame. Ally picked up the frame, and eyed it for a moment. She smiled as she collapsed the leg, and put it in her bag. Then she reached for the pokeball, which she was very quick to open.
In a flash of pale blue light, a small Ralts appeared. Ally cherished this Ralts from the day it had hatched from its egg. She reached down to pick her little friend up.
"Good morning, Ralts!" She said happily, hugging her.
"Ra, ra!" The small Pokemon expressed in response, "hugging" Ally back by spreading out her little arms across her chest.
"Mom and dad are out on business, again," She muttered, excusing her perky attitude for only a short moment.
"Are you ready to go?" Ally asked Ralts, who gave a small nod in response. Ralts was very soon after enveloped in light, Ally's form following suit. After a moment, they warped off to Professor Sycamore's lab.
Thank you for reading that long opening. If you are at all interested in joining, please feel free to ask. Here are the rules:
- Please have reasonable pokemon at the reasonable times. ( For example, a fresh, new trainer cannot have Garchomp, Milotic, etc. )
- If you so wish to have a personal starter ( One received as a gift, etc. ) for your character as opposed to the traditional Fennekin, Froakie, or Chespin, that is perfectly fine.
- Please be respectful to other roleplayers.
- Have fun! c:
" The girl replied, happy to see another person around her age hoping to see the Professor. She seemed to be a trainer as well, since she held a Ralts close.
