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| I have come around to giving in to my latest inspiration, which is painting. I have painted a scene of the forest, just outside of the city. [He pans the screen to show a painted scene of the forest in watercolours. Somewhere in the picture is a small painting of Sewaddle eating one of the leaves from the branches.
Burgh pans the screen back to his face. Sewaddle pushing forwards from his shoulder to get a better look.]
If anyone would like their portrait painted, I'd be happy to do so. Art is such a wonderful medium to express both inspiration and friendship. Sewaddle, be careful- [He grabbed hold of the caterpillar Pokémon, who was nearly falling off the screen.]
-as I was saying, I'd be willing to paint anyone, who wishes to have their portrait done. No charge, of course, as I do it out of the goodness of my heart. If you wish to have your portrait painted, please meet me at the Plaza near the water fountain. | |
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| [ Barry was smiling as he looked down at the SFC. He had a lavender colored robe on though it wasn't covering much. One of his shoulders was peeking out from the robe, and it was debatable if Barry hadn't done that on purpose. He had his chin in his free hand and seemed to be lying on the bed, though there was still a good view of the room behind him. He was in his own bedroom, complete with it's lush Victorian mixed with French Rococo style decor, but there was a new addition to the room that certain people in the bubble might actually notice. Hanging over in the corner was one of the Organization XII cloaks that a few choice residents still liked to wear around. ]
Good evening, Vatheon. I hope you're all doing well~
I was just wondering, the connections you make here, friends and lovers alike, does it bother you to know that one day they might disappear?
[From offscreen, the owner of the coat appeared, focused more on buttoning up his pants and fastening his belt than anything. Saix is covered in scratches, mostly clawed down along his back. He doesn't seem to care.]
I'm going to make myself breakfast. Do you want something?
[It's asked with apparently no care that Barry is using Saix's SFC to make a network post. The Nobody just grabs his shirt to pull over his head, flaring out his hair through the neckhole.]
[ Barry turned to look back over his shoulder at Saix. The smile was still on his face, and he seemed far too pleased with himself. ]
Yes, if you don't mind. [ He turned back to face the camera again, winking as he did. ]
I'll respond here, and I'm sure a few of you out there will have some very...interesting, questions to ask of Saix and I~
[ Barry disconnected the feed. ]
[ooc: Either Saix or Barry will respond!] | |
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|  [Some one's SFC is sitting in a pile of discarded clothes, tilted at an angle and facing the sea. It seems pretty calm out there, but after about two minutes of staying focused on this area something comes swimming through the water back to the shore very quickly.
Oh. It's that shirtless blond who showed up in the plaza last week, wearing those same pink and black jammers he arrived in.
As soon as he reaches shallow enough water he comes up sputtering and, eventually, screaming in a shrill voice. He bolts on to the beach and goes rushing by, a blast of sand covering the SFC and his clothes, cutting off the visual part of the feed. His voice fades in to the distance as he goes, though.
And then everything goes silent, until about five minutes pass he returns and picks it up, shaking the sand off. He still looks freaked, breathing heavy and wet hair dripping over his face.]Th-there's a monster in the ocean! I went out to see how far I could swim a-and this huge thing came up and nearly ate me! WHY IS THERE A MONSTER IN THE OCEAN?! | |
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