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Quoted By: >>15186037
Part 1: http://archive.foolz.us/vp/thread/14490783
Part 2: http://archive.foolz.us/vp/thread/14550632 + http://archive.foolz.us/vp/thread/14609303
Part 3: http://archive.foolz.us/vp/thread/14837621
Part 4: http://archive.foolz.us/vp/thread/14920621
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"Remember way back in the start of the story where our hero and heroine were suddenly faced with the predicament of being surrounded from head-to-toe in grunts associated with Team Flare?"
Sliggoo clears his throat, "Ahem. We're at that part now, so uh, let's get to it!"
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ltoK8TkJJg0
You are Calem, the ambiguously aged 15-16 year old from Vaniville Town. However, there's not much time to go flaunting around about where you came from, you're in a bit of a sticky wicket right now.
A horde of Team Flare grunts are surrounding you, each deadly with their lack of style and general fashion sense. In a not-so intelligent moment, you disturbed the peace of a grunt sneaking around, starting this whole big hullabaloo in the middle of Lumiose City's annual Fairy Festival.
Now you're moments, maybe even seconds, from getting your ass torn apart by the multiple jaws of a gang of angry whatever-Pokemon-it-is-that-these-guys-use. It admittedly isn't a very fun way to go out.
One of the male grunts, presumably the leader of the opposition, speaks up, "Hmph. You should learn not to stick your nose in other people's business, otherwise we might have considered leaving you two alone.."
A dumber grunt prods at his superior's shoulder, "But uhh, boss, aren't we here in order to seize the city while like...half of it is suffering a power outage?"
The superficial grunt kicks his inferior in the groin, "Fool! You shouldn't let out pertinent information to the ENEMY-- especially useless trainers such as these!"
Part 2: http://archive.foolz.us/vp/thread/14550632 + http://archive.foolz.us/vp/thread/14609303
Part 3: http://archive.foolz.us/vp/thread/14837621
Part 4: http://archive.foolz.us/vp/thread/14920621
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"Remember way back in the start of the story where our hero and heroine were suddenly faced with the predicament of being surrounded from head-to-toe in grunts associated with Team Flare?"
Sliggoo clears his throat, "Ahem. We're at that part now, so uh, let's get to it!"
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ltoK8TkJJg0
You are Calem, the ambiguously aged 15-16 year old from Vaniville Town. However, there's not much time to go flaunting around about where you came from, you're in a bit of a sticky wicket right now.
A horde of Team Flare grunts are surrounding you, each deadly with their lack of style and general fashion sense. In a not-so intelligent moment, you disturbed the peace of a grunt sneaking around, starting this whole big hullabaloo in the middle of Lumiose City's annual Fairy Festival.
Now you're moments, maybe even seconds, from getting your ass torn apart by the multiple jaws of a gang of angry whatever-Pokemon-it-is-that-these-guys-use. It admittedly isn't a very fun way to go out.
One of the male grunts, presumably the leader of the opposition, speaks up, "Hmph. You should learn not to stick your nose in other people's business, otherwise we might have considered leaving you two alone.."
A dumber grunt prods at his superior's shoulder, "But uhh, boss, aren't we here in order to seize the city while like...half of it is suffering a power outage?"
The superficial grunt kicks his inferior in the groin, "Fool! You shouldn't let out pertinent information to the ENEMY-- especially useless trainers such as these!"
