Thread: ~Eternal~

OOC: Again... about two more sentences, please.

OOC: Me?

OOC: ...Yes

"I just had my Charzard blast me with Flamethrower and absorbed it, is that weird enough for you?" asked Jarret.

Nova ran to Kirstin and tugged her over to Blueberry, whining. She pointed to his sting mark and whimpered, trying to tell her Blueberry was in trouble.

Floatzel nodded. "What do you think it'll be?" he asked. "I mean boy or girl?"

Kirstin picked Blueberry up. "Are you okay?" she asked worriedly. Blueberry's eyes opened tiredly. "...Cran?" He yawned, trying to itch at the sting. Kirstin sat down, and picked Blueberry up, letting him lie on her lap, and sleep. "Thank you...Nova, was it?" Hank ran out, looking to Blueberry worriedly. "Bwueberry! What's wrong!" he yelled. "...Bwueberry?" Hank began to cry, worried about his friend.

"We're not sure...you can't be sure. But... we think it'll be a boy, probably..." Lex said.

Nova nodded. She ran backstage and came back out with the unconscious Weedle in her mouth, laying it down. "Arc," she said, pointing to the Weedle. "Nine." she said, pointing to the sting mark, repeating this several times.

Floatzel nodded. "Well I hope it'll be a healthy baby...what will it be? Species I mean."

OOC: ...My last post was ten sentences.

"Oh...Thank you, Nova," Kirstin said, trying to find some medicine in her purse. She shooed the Weedle away. Blueberry whimpered; the sting growing more red. "Thank you, Floatzel," Lex said. "...Evidently, it'll be a Snorunt...since I'm the mother." The egg suddenly started to glow more frequently then usual.

OOC: Nine, actually. But swear it wasn't that long earlier...

Nova licked the Cranidos on the head, trying to reassure Blueberry. "It's ok little one, you'll be ok." she said, knowing ether the Poison would be cured by medicine or Blueberry would faint from it but fully recover.

Floatzel nodded. "I'm sure it'll be adorible." he said. "Babies normally are." he said. "Though no offense to your mate, I hope it will take after you, instead of him. He can be mean tempered at times."

OOC: Not counting the shorter ones, yes. Does it say I edited it more than a few seconds after I posted it? Maybe you just counted wrong. I came up with different numbers a few timss. I just went with ten because it came up most often.

(Fake.) Eliot thinks, Kirstin not willing to back up her claims. (Ah well. Too bad. Guess I'll see the head of the investigation...) He goes to Jarret. "Why do we have a bunch of fake psychics working with us?" He asks quietly. "Are they like undercover cops?"

OOC: And maybe you should be a little more honest, and tell that to me instead of questioning me. You're walking a thin line. and you're still making three sentence posts. The sentence quota for each post is 5-8. I'm getting annoyed now, and I don't easily.

Kirstin turned around angrily, hearing Elliot's thoughts and words. "So. Would you like to have a demonstration? From whom of your deceased family members or friends would you like to hear from?" Kirstin asked. "Anyone...anyone at all."

Magenta floated to Elliot, shamefully looking to him as she floated past. "Now you've done it. Watch out."

OOC: Now, I must go. Godzillawolf will again be in charge while I am gone.

OOC:Catching up here...

James looked over to the woman who had approached him, he listened to her question before replying with, "I'm James Krote," and then returning to his almost trance like state. As he was still unsure of what he was supposed to be doing. He had learned a lot about just everyone in the room, a man could absorb energy, another seemed to have a strange power of his own to go with his arrogance, while he assumed everyone else could do that ghost whispering thing or at least had the potential to do it. He also knew that there were a lot of Pokemon in the room that were running around, he then remembered that he had let Marshtomp go play with them and then the realization hit him like a train; he couldn't find Marshtomp. He was worrying not because he was afraid of him getting lost but for the fact that he loved to play pranks on people.

James casually maneuvered himself away from the group, making it look like needed to use the restroom. He looked everywhere, but to no avail as Marshtomp was no where to be found. He made his way back to the stage as he was about to sit down he noticed a shiny coin on the ground and picked it up. He examined it for a moment and saw a some string attached to it, his face went pale from realization, he looked up to see a bucket of water falling towards him.

"MARSHTOMP!" He managed to yell before being dowsed in ice cold water.

"Geez! Chill, lady. Seriously, you need to realize people aren't going to believe you if you say you can talk to ghosts! You wouldn't believe me right away if I said I could fly or grant wishes or something." He says, exasperated. "How about...My grandpa. His name was Albert Nadel, and he was 76 when he died on May 17 three years ago. Here, he gave me these, if that'll help." He says, holding out his dice. "So, how's it work? Like a seance?"

OOC: How am I not being honest? It says right under the post whether anybody edited, and I swear on the Bible, a stack of Shonen Jump comic books, and a copy of Farenheit 451 that while I did edit it a second or two after posting to get rid of typos, like I usually do, it doesn't register unless you type it after a minute, and you posted three minutes after I did. Besides, why would I? If I did, I know I'd get caught, so I have no reason not to own up to it. And frankly, it quite saddens me that you think me that petty. And what the heck? That last post has nine sentences! What parts are you counting?
EDIT: Ah, I see the problem. I believe we have different definitions of the term "sentence." I count fragments as sentences, because they have implied predicates and subjects and whatnot. So, when in my post, Eliot thinks "Fake.", what it really means is "[She is a] Fake." That's not to say you're imcorrect, and most english teachers wouldn't count it, so I'll try to avoid stuff like that later.

OOC: Ok, I'm finally back! You guys posted a lot. Lemme see if I can catch up.

IC: Paige got up from her chair immeadiately when she heard Kirstin's announcement. She walked towards the stage, and took a seat next to the rest of the students. I can't wait to see all of the different abilities! she thought. She was very surprised at Jarret's ability. All I can do is talk to pokemon. His ability is amazing! she thought to herself. "Wow, that's so cool!" She commented as Jarret finished presenting. When she heard Kirstin ask who wanted to demonstrate next, she jumped at the chance. "Excuse me," Paige said, getting up from her seat. "I'd like to try to demonstrate my ability." Paige emphasized the word "try", since she was never able to perfect her power, and sometimes it doesn't work. Then, she heard Marshtomp's cry, and turned around to see what it was. She saw the Marshtomp, and realized it was just a pokemon, so she turned back around to face Kirstin.

"I don't care who demonstrates, as long as I have proof before I make a fool of myself like one of those paranormal investigators." Eliot says, slightly irritated. (Chick needs to chill.) Eliot thinks, calming down, letting his annoyance fade. (She really does believe. I think her friend does, too. Maybe I really will get to talk to grandpa...Gah! I think I'm starting believe to myself. Maybe she's not a total whackjob.)