Ednah looks wonderful aswell, Soaring o3o. Accepted~!
Also, I'll be editing this post after posting Ednah's application on the front page-
First Roleplay post, .Wh00t oVo.
A rather small, light pink and light-purple figure floated softly just out of the reach of rather clingy grass and hungrily lapping, navy-blue waves. The Poke'mon was obviously unconcious at the moment, if it were; why, it most likely wouldn't be sleeping so close to the water on this beach! At least the mewtwo wasn't unfourtanate to not be floating, of course this could also be a bad thing; considering it would take quite some time for Vassily to wake up, and the awakening would most likely be rather rude. For it wouldn't be 'accidental' or 'naturual' unless Vassily woke up on his own, rather than by another person's hand.
For a phsyic-type that floated when he slept (or all the time; considering Vassily most likely would take quite some time to learn how to /not/ float all the time.), and one that was literally right above soft waves and rough sand, Vassily was sleeping in a terribly peaceful manner at the moment. Chest heaving up and down slowly, emerald green eyes shut, but not tight- tail wrapped around his chest, and of course the way in which he constantly drifting upwards abit, but soon after downwards.
Unfourtantly, all's it took to awaken him was the light brush of a transparent bubble, in which popped soon after coming into contact with the Mewtwo's rather small nose. Immediantly emerald eyes flashed open in suprise, blinking rapidly as they made an attempt to become familiar with the strange light the slowly setting sun was giving off- which was simply more beautiful because of the occasional bubbles the Krabby hidden all over the beach blew.
"Strange, quite strange,".
Tsar slowly waved good-bye to the last person that visited his shop- buying one of the rather ornated and pretty seashells. He couldn't blame the Guild Member though- his hand-written novels tended to be rather complicated, and of course expensive. But anything as big as a bloody novel that's has not and never will be copied would be expensive. . correct-?
"Hopefully she'll find that shell to be of good use," the Piplup chirped, jumping behind his rather cheap-ish stand, occasionaly raising a stubby arm above the top of the stand; searching for valuables in which would have to be put away at night- sunset was arriving rather quickly at the moment, and Tsar had no intentions on getting robbed by /anyone/. Especially of the novels, those took so much time and effort to create, they did!
"Might go down to the beach," the piplup chirped, cyan eyes looking towards his one of the many neighboring shops and stands; this one just so happened to belong to a rather loud and obnoxious (in his opinion anyway) Poliwrath, who seemed to be all about battling, battling, and more battling. Yep- Brutus was more or less the typical 'bossy general in war' kind of person. Not to mention the water-type has quite a strong belief in justice. For the Poliwrath would literally yell and point you out if you even dared trying to steal something- hurt anyone in any way to be abit more general actually.
"Thanks for the shell, sorry I couldn't buy a Novel- haven't really had much money lately," Eve called over her shoulder as the navy-blue figure started walking slowly towards the guild. The 'Haven't really had much money latel'y was sort of a lie- Eve wasn't precisely found of Tsar's works of art, they described too much feeling, they went too slow, they were too realistic but fake at the same time- it was all so confusing to her, really. Though, she had to admit- the young Pilup was extremely talented in this field for his age.
Eve intended on going straight to bed immediantly after arriving. The riolu wasn't really hungry at the moment- besides, she could always get something from one of the many vendors in Triason Village. This thought soon faded though, as Eve was lost in the beauty of the rather large, bright cyan and turqoise shell- which appeared to have strange and extremely complicated designs carved into them.
"Tsar is much better at finding shells then writing books. . in my opinion anyway."
