#plasmagrunts

[mammaterasu-archive-blog]

(As OkamiAmmi) Confess?

How bizarre--  as if it where a distorted mirror. ".... Umm, please do pardon my mannerisms, stranger. But if I must admit-- your choice in garbs are most suited."

[fruityprophet]

I just wanted to know if you wanted to roleplay with my human version of Amaterasu.

I certainly wouldn't mind, but it would have to wait till some other time, I'm afraid. My muse right now is a bit... Weak, and I'm not so sure I should be starting new rps... Heck, I could only write a reply to Kuni-mun because Waka is a little kid there.

But yes, I'd love to rp sometime once I get my muse back on his feet ^^ I'm just sticking to current stuff and semi-hiatus until then... Or already-planned stuff, in one case, but I digress. (been planning it for a long time so if the opportunity arises, I need to take it regardless)

If something really sparks my muse, I might, but...

Do you want to discuss plot ideas in the meantime? What is your human Ammy like btw?

[coordinated-beauty]

Proper Promises and Punctional Practice

[He's still proud of himself for figuring out that contact code. It took about three other pairs of helping hands in addition to his own research, but it was well worth it.

Wallace has already done his part - finding an available voice tutor was surprisingly simplistic. Considering his resource pool, though, it's not surprising. He could have likely found an 1870s opera house for sale if he only asked enough. It's been maybe forty-eight hours since he even volunteered to look, though, which is where a pat on the back comes in.

Efficiency is key in keeping a promise, after all.

Due to a previous agreement, he's set up a meet so he can explain the details regarding the tutelage more appropriately and provide additional information. Pamphlets and the like, he's said.

Which isn't an absolute lie!

When Selia arrives, she'll find him waiting outside at the little restaurant he mentioned in their call with a cup of tea and a lengthy novel to occupy his time.

Let it never be said that Wallace is unprepared for any situation.]

[voidcubed-blog]

Reuniting Plasmas || N & Selia

It had been only a short period of time since N had made his return to Unova, and every day got a little easier. Slowly he was gaining the forgiveness of the many citizen's of Unova that he had wronged, and truthfully, it felt good to be home. Unova was a region he had studied a lot in his isolation, even if he did not get to experience the wonders himself back then it was still fascinating.

But now it seemed as if he were almost part of Unova again. Without a permanent place of residence, it was usually him and Zoroark against the elements sleeping just on the outskirts of major towns. It was something N didn't mind in the least since it allowed him to be much closer to the Pokemon he so affectionately called his friends.

It was still early in the day when N had settled down just on the edges of Lostlorn forest with Zoroark by his side and a liter of young petlil at his feet that he had taken to caring for over the past couple days.

"There there friend," N leaned down to one of the smaller Petlil of the bunch, the runt had recently gotten a bad burn during a battle with a trainer owned Pokemon, "the burn will only worsen if you keep fidgeting,"

The Petlil struggled against his calming touch. Of course he didn't blame her, she was young and fussy after all, but it didn't help when N had a job to do.