-I see the parts for the prototype being hauled out of the hangar and look confident, egar to see how beautiful a weapon this Draconid’s Desth Wish is...-
-i walk out with Vulkan, and we see construction crews begin to unpack and beginnto assemble the parts to create the prototype. As i watch sacaffolding made from sandstone go up, i can only begin to wonder about what would this cuase for the entierty of chima, if we test-fire this thing...-
Vulkan: “And she goes up like beautiful work of art! Should only take a few hours until the dusk, Desert Storm Lord...” -the fiery torkoal said, looking very pleased in his works, i however, beginnto have second thoughts...-
“Excuse me, my dearest freind, but i hate to ask; but what could this mean for all of Chima? I don’t think i asked for wanton destruction, i just wanted this weapon to make other tribes tread lightly to our forces lest we strike with the Drakonida. We still have alot to develop the desert tribes armies... and were not halfway there yet!”
Vulkan: “Nonsense from man whom has the best ‘special’ operations! Underhandedly uprooting enemy ranks is good idea... didnt you want weapon to destroy the Aggrons, comrade?” -his point struck me, but it cuased internal turmoil-
“Y-yes, i-i very m-much do...” -i said, unnerved, and Vulkan started to act suspiciously-
Vulkan: “Your not afraid of impending war, Comrade Desert Storm Lord? It is dream to claim victory with your Desert Alliance, the Sandstone Phantoms! I wasn’t exiled from my tribe for no reason, Comrade Flygarra!”
”But what if the consequences could end up in total extinction?!?” -I yelped, timidity was beginning to slowly seep back in from my past...-
Vulkan: “Half of everything is luck, Comrade...”
”And the other half?!” -i said, slightly acared...-
Vulkan: “Fate, Comrade...”
-Fate...-
-The fate of all of Chima, or the desert’s indigenous tribes and peoples?! The fate of other tribes?! What was this insane madman of the Coal Pokémon talking about?!-
-I was starting to lose trust and faith in him... fate, is this... my fate...?-
(The J , batonmaster500 , FelipeDutra , Shamrock , Torahvision ) (this event is best set to Kelly Bailey’s “Our Resurrected Teleport” to this event. To symbolize the anticipation and unsure feelings of this new weapon...)
-The sandstone scaffolding goes down in clouds of sandbending, and in the desert sunset, the Drakonida is almost complete, and i feel uneasy about this, lit in the glow of the gradient darkblue-orange skies...-
-a few more trucks arrive with paint and extra sheetmetal for final finishing touches on the superweapon. The entire cannon is painted in a Mega Rayquaza Livory. With the barrel of this giant scary laser, it was made to look like the head of our holy sky dragon. It looked feirce and frightening, added affect with the bright lights from welding, like lightning tearing across it’s face.-
-I could see Vulkan bouncing excitedly, grinning mad from side to side. He was fidgety, smoke and coal soot splash out from the hole in his hot shell, and from his nostrils. I knew he was very very happy, but i felt very even more concerned.-
Vulkan: “Yes, yes! Once we test out weapon’s power, we’ll set our mark on chima, being more powerful than others on continent, nay... this planet! Ah hah ha ha!”
“Vulkan... im starting to regret wanting such a thing like this! Don’t you realize what your doing?! Your putting millions of lives in danger! Even our own peoples! This will only cuase more war, death and destruction!” -i cry out, knowing what i am doing wrong, my true self is coming back to me... but i wanted to be my old self...-
Vulkan: “Your being hypocrite, Comrade! Are you getting soft?! Where is hard-line king i once knew, where was he!? Show yourself coward!” -he said, swatting a sharp slap across my face, i groaned and aoon we were in a hostile armlock-
“How dare y-you make fun of me! I-im not t-timid or a c-coward! I-i lead this tribe for many centuries, and tou dare denounce me like that you shelled-“ -i was rudely interrupted by him-
Vulkan: “NO YOU IDIOT, YOUR NOT TURNING SOFT ON ME!!!” -he said, suddenly breathing a flamethrower attack in my face, although i resisted fire-type attacks, it hurt me more than anything would...-
(The J , batonmaster500 , FelipeDutra , Shamrock , Torahvision ) (this event is best set to Kelly Bailey’s “Our Resurrected Teleport” to this event. To symbolize the anticipation and unsure feelings of this new weapon...)
-The sandstone scaffolding goes down in clouds of sandbending, and in the desert sunset, the Drakonida is almost complete, and i feel uneasy about this, lit in the glow of the gradient darkblue-orange skies...-
-a few more trucks arrive with paint and extra sheetmetal for final finishing touches on the superweapon. The entire cannon is painted in a Mega Rayquaza Livory. With the barrel of this giant scary laser, it was made to look like the head of our holy sky dragon. It looked feirce and frightening, added affect with the bright lights from welding, like lightning tearing across it’s face.-
-I could see Vulkan bouncing excitedly, grinning mad from side to side. He was fidgety, smoke and coal soot splash out from the hole in his hot shell, and from his nostrils. I knew he was very very happy, but i felt very even more concerned.-
Vulkan: “Yes, yes! Once we test out weapon’s power, we’ll set our mark on chima, being more powerful than others on continent, nay... this planet! Ah hah ha ha!”
“Vulkan... im starting to regret wanting such a thing like this! Don’t you realize what your doing?! Your putting millions of lives in danger! Even our own peoples! This will only cuase more war, death and destruction!” -i cry out, knowing what i am doing wrong, my true self is coming back to me... but i wanted to be my old self...-
Vulkan: “Your being hypocrite, Comrade! Are you getting soft?! Where is hard-line king i once knew, where was he!? Show yourself coward!” -he said, swatting a sharp slap across my face, i groaned and aoon we were in a hostile armlock-
“How dare y-you make fun of me! I-im not t-timid or a c-coward! I-i lead this tribe for many centuries, and tou dare denounce me like that you shelled-“ -i was rudely interrupted by him-
Vulkan: “NO YOU IDIOT, YOUR NOT TURNING SOFT ON ME!!!” -he said, suddenly breathing a flamethrower attack in my face, although i resisted fire-type attacks, it hurt me more than anything would...-
-that attack on me terrified me..., my face was scorched black with soot and ash, the smell of burnt scales filled me with fear.-
-I’d fall backwards and writhed in pain, screaming. Guards around me gasping and rush to my aide, and aoon Vulkan is tackled down, in a struggle-
-I’d growl, held up by my men-
”Kayf tujriw ealaa tadmir sadaqatina , Fawalkan ?! 'Ana 'aerif 'afdal mink , wa'ant 'ukhidhat kla quat lirasak!“ (Translation: How dare you ruin our friendship, Vulkan?! I know better than you, and you took all the power to your head!) -i yelled, in pain...- “All you want is power... i knew I couldn’t trust you!!! Guards... Kill him, i dont want to see him ever again!!!”
Vulkan: “Whats happening to you, Flygarra?! I thought you would love weapon! I wanted to help you!”
”YOUR TRYING TO CORRUPT ME!!! I-I WONT HAVE IT!!!” -I roared, my staff placed hastily in my hand by one of my men, and soon slammed the ground-controlling weapon, the guards holding Vulkan still, quickly flew away, and the ground violently opened up, around Vulkan and he was at my mercy-
Vulkan: “Gah?! No, STOP!!!”
-And i could only hear the scream of Vulkan as he fell into the deep black void i ripped into the earth with my rage, hate, anger, and distrust...-
-All the surrounding workers and soldiers and guardsmen witnessed the wrath of the Desert Storm Lord, and i had a newfound hatred to all turtles and tortioises...-
-I growl and conveniently, the cart that held the final component for the Drakonida Cannon, Rayquaza’s meteorite, trawled in, and i scared off the two people that were pushing that cart, smashes the glass covering of the palm-sized rock, and thrust it in the air-
“I WONT STAND IT, WARM UP THE WEAPON, AND I’LL DO THE HONOR!!!” -i roared, before following it up by a high and mighty Flygon Cry- “DEATH TO ALL TRAITORS ALL WHO OPPOSE US AND OUR MIGHTY DESERT TRIBES!!! And it starts... WITH THIS.”
-all the operators nodded, and cheered, the guards and soldiers all nodded and grunted...-
-Although something was wrong, the Soul Dew i forgot i had began to react, trying to calm me down... trying to remember my past... that i dont want to relive...-
Viokun: “I didnt know any of that! Im serious, and if the message you wanted to be delivered, then Flygarra was offering a stern warning to the guild not to meddle in internal desert conflitcs that will happen in the future! He’d also said he’ll embargo oil from the guild if you disobey him! He’s already embargoed the UMFA from oil and gasoline as of as far as i know!” -He grunted, his four arms crossing, his face looking cutely stern-
IC: "Flygarra does not know what he's talking about. We don't get oil from him in the first place. If he did not want us to meddle in his affairs, then why did he attack the guild?"
-that attack on me terrified me..., my face was scorched black with soot and ash, the smell of burnt scales filled me with fear.-
-I’d fall backwards and writhed in pain, screaming. Guards around me gasping and rush to my aide, and aoon Vulkan is tackled down, in a struggle-
-I’d growl, held up by my men-
”Kayf tujriw ealaa tadmir sadaqatina , Fawalkan ?! 'Ana 'aerif 'afdal mink , wa'ant 'ukhidhat kla quat lirasak!“ (Translation: How dare you ruin our friendship, Vulkan?! I know better than you, and you took all the power to your head!) -i yelled, in pain...- “All you want is power... i knew I couldn’t trust you!!! Guards... Kill him, i dont want to see him ever again!!!”
Vulkan: “Whats happening to you, Flygarra?! I thought you would love weapon! I wanted to help you!”
”YOUR TRYING TO CORRUPT ME!!! I-I WONT HAVE IT!!!” -I roared, my staff placed hastily in my hand by one of my men, and soon slammed the ground-controlling weapon, the guards holding Vulkan still, quickly flew away, and the ground violently opened up, around Vulkan and he was at my mercy-
Vulkan: “Gah?! No, STOP!!!”
-And i could only hear the scream of Vulkan as he fell into the deep black void i ripped into the earth with my rage, hate, anger, and distrust...-
-All the surrounding workers and soldiers and guardsmen witnessed the wrath of the Desert Storm Lord, and i had a newfound hatred to all turtles and tortioises...-
-I growl and conveniently, the cart that held the final component for the Drakonida Cannon, Rayquaza’s meteorite, trawled in, and i scared off the two people that were pushing that cart, smashes the glass covering of the palm-sized rock, and thrust it in the air-
“I WONT STAND IT, WARM UP THE WEAPON, AND I’LL DO THE HONOR!!!” -i roared, before following it up by a high and mighty Flygon Cry- “DEATH TO ALL TRAITORS ALL WHO OPPOSE US AND OUR MIGHTY DESERT TRIBES!!! And it starts... WITH THIS.”
-all the operators nodded, and cheered, the guards and soldiers all nodded and grunted...-
-Although something was wrong, the Soul Dew i forgot i had began to react, trying to calm me down... trying to remember my past... that i dont want to relive...-
IC: "Flygarra does not know what he's talking about. We don't get oil from him in the first place. If he did not want us to meddle in his affairs, then why did he attack the guild?"
Viokun: “I don’t know! It must been some commander’s idea or somethin’!”
(The J , batonmaster500 , FelipeDutra , Shamrock , Torahvision ) (this event is best set to Kelly Bailey’s “Our Resurrected Teleport” to this event. To symbolize the anticipation and unsure feelings of this new weapon...)
-The sandstone scaffolding goes down in clouds of sandbending, and in the desert sunset, the Drakonida is almost complete, and i feel uneasy about this, lit in the glow of the gradient darkblue-orange skies...-
-a few more trucks arrive with paint and extra sheetmetal for final finishing touches on the superweapon. The entire cannon is painted in a Mega Rayquaza Livory. With the barrel of this giant scary laser, it was made to look like the head of our holy sky dragon. It looked feirce and frightening, added affect with the bright lights from welding, like lightning tearing across it’s face.-
-I could see Vulkan bouncing excitedly, grinning mad from side to side. He was fidgety, smoke and coal soot splash out from the hole in his hot shell, and from his nostrils. I knew he was very very happy, but i felt very even more concerned.-
Vulkan: “Yes, yes! Once we test out weapon’s power, we’ll set our mark on chima, being more powerful than others on continent, nay... this planet! Ah hah ha ha!”
“Vulkan... im starting to regret wanting such a thing like this! Don’t you realize what your doing?! Your putting millions of lives in danger! Even our own peoples! This will only cuase more war, death and destruction!” -i cry out, knowing what i am doing wrong, my true self is coming back to me... but i wanted to be my old self...-
Vulkan: “Your being hypocrite, Comrade! Are you getting soft?! Where is hard-line king i once knew, where was he!? Show yourself coward!” -he said, swatting a sharp slap across my face, i groaned and aoon we were in a hostile armlock-
“How dare y-you make fun of me! I-im not t-timid or a c-coward! I-i lead this tribe for many centuries, and tou dare denounce me like that you shelled-“ -i was rudely interrupted by him-
Vulkan: “NO YOU IDIOT, YOUR NOT TURNING SOFT ON ME!!!” -he said, suddenly breathing a flamethrower attack in my face, although i resisted fire-type attacks, it hurt me more than anything would...-
Kundee Geth: “Bah at’ was rubbish! Hit more accurately ya potato-head!” -he said, berating an trainee-sniper on his accuracy skills-
-the rythmic gunfire as the former Mercinary shouted made him feel heroic, glad nothing is happening to his tribe or his country... as of yet...-
Kundee Geth: “Keep pinning them targets down, mates! Keep em’ down and make sure they don’t ever get up!” -he growls loudly, the sniper-gunshots getting more frequent and more accurate- “If i was a former sniper in the military whom worked as a mercinary with over 500 confirmed kills, then you can be as good, if not, bettah than your Prime Minister! Keep shooting!” -he shouted again, pacing back and forth, inspects deeply into his brave men, grinning with each bullseye they get-
-after personally monitoring his military marksmen he prefers over other infantry, his time is up and he begins to pack up and head back to his parliment... wondering about the other things going on in chima...-
Kundee Geth: “I wonder, where deh heck is Kyle (batonmaster500 ) is in all of this... i’ve been hearin rumors of a chimian civil war, and i would love to get back in my element...” -he says, driving back in his campervan to his office in the city of Perthia...-
IC: *Kyle hears his name. Kundee sees him running next to the driver door of his campervan.* "Hey Kundee, what's up?"
Kundee: “Eh, beens a slow day. Although hearung of chimian civil war does make me very excited... ” -he chuckles, grinning-
Kundee: “But didya ever hear those rumors of war are true?” -he says, scratching his five-o-clock shadow in wonder-
(The J , batonmaster500 , FelipeDutra , Shamrock , Torahvision ) (this event is best set to Kelly Bailey’s “Our Resurrected Teleport” to this event. To symbolize the anticipation and unsure feelings of this new weapon...)
-The sandstone scaffolding goes down in clouds of sandbending, and in the desert sunset, the Drakonida is almost complete, and i feel uneasy about this, lit in the glow of the gradient darkblue-orange skies...-
-a few more trucks arrive with paint and extra sheetmetal for final finishing touches on the superweapon. The entire cannon is painted in a Mega Rayquaza Livory. With the barrel of this giant scary laser, it was made to look like the head of our holy sky dragon. It looked feirce and frightening, added affect with the bright lights from welding, like lightning tearing across it’s face.-
-I could see Vulkan bouncing excitedly, grinning mad from side to side. He was fidgety, smoke and coal soot splash out from the hole in his hot shell, and from his nostrils. I knew he was very very happy, but i felt very even more concerned.-
Vulkan: “Yes, yes! Once we test out weapon’s power, we’ll set our mark on chima, being more powerful than others on continent, nay... this planet! Ah hah ha ha!”
“Vulkan... im starting to regret wanting such a thing like this! Don’t you realize what your doing?! Your putting millions of lives in danger! Even our own peoples! This will only cuase more war, death and destruction!” -i cry out, knowing what i am doing wrong, my true self is coming back to me... but i wanted to be my old self...-
Vulkan: “Your being hypocrite, Comrade! Are you getting soft?! Where is hard-line king i once knew, where was he!? Show yourself coward!” -he said, swatting a sharp slap across my face, i groaned and aoon we were in a hostile armlock-
“How dare y-you make fun of me! I-im not t-timid or a c-coward! I-i lead this tribe for many centuries, and tou dare denounce me like that you shelled-“ -i was rudely interrupted by him-
Vulkan: “NO YOU IDIOT, YOUR NOT TURNING SOFT ON ME!!!” -he said, suddenly breathing a flamethrower attack in my face, although i resisted fire-type attacks, it hurt me more than anything would...-
-that attack on me terrified me..., my face was scorched black with soot and ash, the smell of burnt scales filled me with fear.-
-I’d fall backwards and writhed in pain, screaming. Guards around me gasping and rush to my aide, and aoon Vulkan is tackled down, in a struggle-
-I’d growl, held up by my men-
”Kayf tujriw ealaa tadmir sadaqatina , Fawalkan ?! 'Ana 'aerif 'afdal mink , wa'ant 'ukhidhat kla quat lirasak!“ (Translation: How dare you ruin our friendship, Vulkan?! I know better than you, and you took all the power to your head!) -i yelled, in pain...- “All you want is power... i knew I couldn’t trust you!!! Guards... Kill him, i dont want to see him ever again!!!”
Vulkan: “Whats happening to you, Flygarra?! I thought you would love weapon! I wanted to help you!”
”YOUR TRYING TO CORRUPT ME!!! I-I WONT HAVE IT!!!” -I roared, my staff placed hastily in my hand by one of my men, and soon slammed the ground-controlling weapon, the guards holding Vulkan still, quickly flew away, and the ground violently opened up, around Vulkan and he was at my mercy-
Vulkan: “Gah?! No, STOP!!!”
-And i could only hear the scream of Vulkan as he fell into the deep black void i ripped into the earth with my rage, hate, anger, and distrust...-
-All the surrounding workers and soldiers and guardsmen witnessed the wrath of the Desert Storm Lord, and i had a newfound hatred to all turtles and tortioises...-
-I growl and conveniently, the cart that held the final component for the Drakonida Cannon, Rayquaza’s meteorite, trawled in, and i scared off the two people that were pushing that cart, smashes the glass covering of the palm-sized rock, and thrust it in the air-
“I WONT STAND IT, WARM UP THE WEAPON, AND I’LL DO THE HONOR!!!” -i roared, before following it up by a high and mighty Flygon Cry- “DEATH TO ALL TRAITORS ALL WHO OPPOSE US AND OUR MIGHTY DESERT TRIBES!!! And it starts... WITH THIS.”
-all the operators nodded, and cheered, the guards and soldiers all nodded and grunted...-
-Although something was wrong, the Soul Dew i forgot i had began to react, trying to calm me down... trying to remember my past... that i dont want to relive...-
-The Drakonida Cannon was fully charged, all i needed to do now was to throw the Meteorite in there and throw the lever. Plans had already been made for the X-Quaza-mounted version, as i ordered by myself due to Vulkan’s mishandling.-
-The whirring and charging up electric crackles and zaps got me excited, ready to unleash such unbelievable power at has mever ever been seem in chima...-
Drakonida Operator: “M’lord! The weapon is fully charged! Place the meteorite inside the charge receptor, and we’ll commence laser-fire!”
-I nodded, an evil grin unfurls on my mug, as one worker opened the charge receptor. From the glowing insides, i held the meteor of Rayquaza. Ready to unlease new power for free. The stone shimmers in its rainbow reflections, and i quickly shove in there. Electricity arcs from the Anode, to the stone, and to the cathode. The stone glows with power, and i close the containment box. And the worker the same worker soon gestures to a lever a meter away. I nod and walk over to it... -
-and soon, after a few more minutes, the charge was competent, and the barrel of the cannon began to glow this odd eerie cosmic green, the Eyes on the muzzle that looked like the head of Mega Rayquaza glowed red. And everyone knew this was it. The start of the Flygon Tribe to enter the chimian civil war... although there was no alliances except the snakes and pygmy owls. I knew this was it...-
-as soon as i grabbed the lever, the Soul Dew glowed in my pocket and suddenly, i freeze in fear. Timidity...-
-I wanted to run away, as far away as my wings could take me... then, a voice... a voice i haven’t heard from in a very long time in my head...-
“Flygarra... i believe in your owner’s own beliefs... Your heart may be timid... but your soul and will to fight... for your owner’s protection... is great, as you sacrifice... yourself for him... Flygarra! You said you have a dream… That dream… Make it come true! Make your wonderful dream a reality, and it will become your own path! Flygarra, If anyone’s pokemon can, it's you! Dream your dream! Follow the path of you believe in to make that dream a reality, and someday you will achieve all that you dreamt of! Well, then… Farewell!“
-that attack on me terrified me..., my face was scorched black with soot and ash, the smell of burnt scales filled me with fear.-
-I’d fall backwards and writhed in pain, screaming. Guards around me gasping and rush to my aide, and aoon Vulkan is tackled down, in a struggle-
-I’d growl, held up by my men-
”Kayf tujriw ealaa tadmir sadaqatina , Fawalkan ?! 'Ana 'aerif 'afdal mink , wa'ant 'ukhidhat kla quat lirasak!“ (Translation: How dare you ruin our friendship, Vulkan?! I know better than you, and you took all the power to your head!) -i yelled, in pain...- “All you want is power... i knew I couldn’t trust you!!! Guards... Kill him, i dont want to see him ever again!!!”
Vulkan: “Whats happening to you, Flygarra?! I thought you would love weapon! I wanted to help you!”
”YOUR TRYING TO CORRUPT ME!!! I-I WONT HAVE IT!!!” -I roared, my staff placed hastily in my hand by one of my men, and soon slammed the ground-controlling weapon, the guards holding Vulkan still, quickly flew away, and the ground violently opened up, around Vulkan and he was at my mercy-
Vulkan: “Gah?! No, STOP!!!”
-And i could only hear the scream of Vulkan as he fell into the deep black void i ripped into the earth with my rage, hate, anger, and distrust...-
-All the surrounding workers and soldiers and guardsmen witnessed the wrath of the Desert Storm Lord, and i had a newfound hatred to all turtles and tortioises...-
-I growl and conveniently, the cart that held the final component for the Drakonida Cannon, Rayquaza’s meteorite, trawled in, and i scared off the two people that were pushing that cart, smashes the glass covering of the palm-sized rock, and thrust it in the air-
“I WONT STAND IT, WARM UP THE WEAPON, AND I’LL DO THE HONOR!!!” -i roared, before following it up by a high and mighty Flygon Cry- “DEATH TO ALL TRAITORS ALL WHO OPPOSE US AND OUR MIGHTY DESERT TRIBES!!! And it starts... WITH THIS.”
-all the operators nodded, and cheered, the guards and soldiers all nodded and grunted...-
-Although something was wrong, the Soul Dew i forgot i had began to react, trying to calm me down... trying to remember my past... that i dont want to relive...-
-The Drakonida Cannon was fully charged, all i needed to do now was to throw the Meteorite in there and throw the lever. Plans had already been made for the X-Quaza-mounted version, as i ordered by myself due to Vulkan’s mishandling.-
-The whirring and charging up electric crackles and zaps got me excited, ready to unleash such unbelievable power at has mever ever been seem in chima...-
Drakonida Operator: “M’lord! The weapon is fully charged! Place the meteorite inside the charge receptor, and we’ll commence laser-fire!”
-I nodded, an evil grin unfurls on my mug, as one worker opened the charge receptor. From the glowing insides, i held the meteor of Rayquaza. Ready to unlease new power for free. The stone shimmers in its rainbow reflections, and i quickly shove in there. Electricity arcs from the Anode, to the stone, and to the cathode. The stone glows with power, and i close the containment box. And the worker the same worker soon gestures to a lever a meter away. I nod and walk over to it... -
-and soon, after a few more minutes, the charge was competent, and the barrel of the cannon began to glow this odd eerie cosmic green, the Eyes on the muzzle that looked like the head of Mega Rayquaza glowed red. And everyone knew this was it. The start of the Flygon Tribe to enter the chimian civil war... although there was no alliances except the snakes and pygmy owls. I knew this was it...-
-as soon as i grabbed the lever, the Soul Dew glowed in my pocket and suddenly, i freeze in fear. Timidity...-
-I wanted to run away, as far away as my wings could take me... then, a voice... a voice i haven’t heard from in a very long time in my head...-
“Flygarra... i believe in your owner’s own beliefs... Your heart may be timid... but your soul and will to fight... for your owner’s protection... is great, as you sacrifice... yourself for him... Flygarra! You said you have a dream… That dream… Make it come true! Make your wonderful dream a reality, and it will become your own path! Flygarra, If anyone’s pokemon can, it's you! Dream your dream! Follow the path of you believe in to make that dream a reality, and someday you will achieve all that you dreamt of! Well, then… Farewell!“
-did that voice... come from this child with his Pokemon that flashes in my head?!-
-Everyone looked at me, as i was frozen... they stared with concern, they all looked worried...-
“Sir, M’lord! Are you alright?!”
”Flygarra, whats going on?!”
”Are you okay?! Why are you standing around?!”
-they all shouted at me, i began to shiver in timidity. why is my nature acting up?! Who or Whats cuasing this?! I thought to myself, panicking internally.-
“If your not going to do the honor, then somebody else is gonna do it, m’lord! One of the 2IC’s should handle it!”
-they shouted angrily, not happy with my sudden seizure of silence and timidity. What was going on, who is that child, so many questions, so many problems. I was overwhelmed, im beginning to fail my people... but i never really wanted to be a leader to begin with!-
-and my past... it comes back like a pack of wolves, the memories cornered me, and now its do or die...-
(OOC: Hey, Torahvision, now would be a good time to have your New Flygon Character throw the switch in favor for Flygarra. )
IC: "Flygarra does not know what he's talking about. We don't get oil from him in the first place. If he did not want us to meddle in his affairs, then why did he attack the guild?"
Viokun: “I don’t know! It must been some commander’s idea or somethin’!”
IC: "It appears that you know nothing except your own message." *He walks out and nods to the guards. The guards blindfold him, take him to a jail cell, then take off the blindfold. The day after a flying super mario question mark block arrives at Flygarra's doorstep.*
Kundee: “Eh, beens a slow day. Although hearung of chimian civil war does make me very excited... ” -he chuckles, grinning-
Kundee: “But didya ever hear those rumors of war are true?” -he says, scratching his five-o-clock shadow in wonder-
IC: "I haven't been off of the island for a while.*
OOC: Where is the Kangaroo's island in relation to the mainland?
Kundee: “Me neither, but if war comes, and our allies calling forth, we’ll answer full force with all the help they can get!” -he grins, they were already at the main parliamentary building by now...-
Viokun: “I don’t know! It must been some commander’s idea or somethin’!”
IC: "It appears that you know nothing except your own message." *He walks out and nods to the guards. The guards blindfold him, take him to a jail cell, then take off the blindfold. The day after a flying super mario question mark block arrives at Flygarra's doorstep.*
(OOC: I am just astonished by this messenger system. Miyamoto will be proud! )
IC: "It appears that you know nothing except your own message." *He walks out and nods to the guards. The guards blindfold him, take him to a jail cell, then take off the blindfold. The day after a flying super mario question mark block arrives at Flygarra's doorstep.*
(OOC: I am just astonished by this messenger system. Miyamoto will be proud! )
IC: "I haven't been off of the island for a while.*
OOC: Where is the Kangaroo's island in relation to the mainland?
Kundee: “Me neither, but if war comes, and our allies calling forth, we’ll answer full force with all the help they can get!” -he grins, they were already at the main parliamentary building by now...-