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Kris has dropped.

Unfollow her at this blog.

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Hey guys, I think I'm gonna drop Kris! Thank you for having her for such a short time. Perhaps she'll be back one day!

It’s such a shame to see you and Kris go!  But I understand; things have been tough for your recently, and that really takes its toll on a muse.  I want you to take care of yourself and focus on what you need to do before you worry about a stressful muse.  Thank you so much for playing her while you were here!  I hope that you think of us the next time you wish to roleplay.  See you!

~ Manectric-mod

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Hiya! Reg here. Can I get a week hiatus??? My internet went out so while that's being fixed I just wanna be safe!!! Thnx

There seems to be a plethora of internet problems plaguing our members lately!  It must be that ghoulish October curse; these things always happen this time of year.  I’ll put Kris on a quick hiatus while your internet gets sorted out.  We’ll see you back on October 26th!

~ Manectric-mod

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Route 34 | Brendan & Kris

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It’s dawn when he wakes up in a Goldenrod hotel room  — around quarter to five, to be specific. Soft shades of blue color the skies before the sun’s warm tones begin to kick in. Brendan rubs his eyes, then (after bouncing to the realm of consciousness) immediately prepares his running shoes and athletic attire, ready for a bright new day ahead.

He walks through the streets of Goldenrod, ignoring the fact that his childhood apartment has long since been replaced with a fire station, or that the small garden he used to play around in is now a small kindergarten. That’s the city for you. It has grown, is still growing, and will continue to grow. 

Whereas Littleroot never changed. No matter how far he traveled, when he comes home, it will still be home. And it was comforting, knowing that there’s always a familiar environment he can stay in for a while when he feels stressed.

Reaching the gate at the end of the city, he enters Route 34, which he remembers playing with all the Pokemon near the daycare. Those were the times. Plugging his earphones in his PokeNav, he plays the Hoenn Sound radio station and begins jogging through the route.

After jogging for a bit, he drinks from his water bottle and proceeds to sit down on a nearby wooden chair, catching his breath. What he doesn’t notice, however, is a bag placed under it, signalling that the seat is taken. Instead, he lets his mind wander off to the music.

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Heya! Reg here! Can I request a week hiatus??? Muse is running pretty low :/ thanks so much!!

Sure, I’ll do that for you!  Sometimes life gets pretty busy, and a low muse is one such bad result.  It’s no problem at all.  I’ve got Kris on a short one-week hiatus until October 7th, so I hope you feel well rested by then!  If you need to up it to a semi-hiatus, all you have to do is ask.  See you soon!

~ Manectric-mod

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Please welcome Kris!

Here’s her blog; remember to give her a follow!

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"Hey, you wanna fight about it?" [KRIS IS READY 4 FIGHT]

You know what they say, when two Trainers’ eyes meet, they have to battle!  And you, Kris, hold the championship in a staring competition.  How many does that make now?  Too many?  Hah!  There’s no such thing!  Please have Kris ready to lock eyes and fight by following everyone on the Masterlist!

~ Manectric-mod