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Mauve and Arachneo, having reached the gymnasium, immediately noticed the various obstacles placed around the gym. "Most likely a test of dexterity and skill as a trainer... I've got my work cut out for me." He thought this to himself as his Spinarak looked around the large gymnasium.
After...
As Mauve and his Spinarak reached the other students, and the horrified girl, the scene before him explained so much, and yet raised twice as many questions. Of course, when he first saw the blood-like substance on the portrait and beneath it as a message, he gasped and was shaken up a bit...
Mauve, nearly finishing his meal and feeding his Spinarak, was alerted by one of his fellow students screaming. But, unlike the other students, Mauve sat and wondered if he really cared what actually happened. "I highly doubt it's anything worth being concerned over..." He thought to himself...
As lunch commenced, Mauve and Arachneo took the same, empty table they normally took and ate together in silence, enjoying their company. Mauve was eating a chicken salad, while Arachneo was nibbling at extra chicken Mauve got from the line.
Mauve merely chuckled to himself after the subject revealed was Pokemon type. Before he was shipped off to Lilycove University, one of the subjects of Pokemon he extensively studied at home was Pokemon type. Without even thinking, he knew his Spinarak partner's resistances and weaknesses. He...
Mauve marched into the classroom with a good meal, fresh in his memory. His Spinarak, still on his left shoulder, was surveying the students with sharp eyes, the face on it's abdomen a cold look to it. Mauve simply chuckled to himself, and took a seat in the second row in the middle.
Stroking...
Mauve had woken up a bit before the alarm sounded, but decided to take the extra time to bond with Arachneo. He gestured the String Spit to sit with him as he talked about his home life, his mother, and what he wanted to do with his life. "So, Arachneo, I want us to become a strong, intimidating...
My current name, Murkmire, is a result of constant contemplation of what would best represent my character in two words that worked together. This took quite a while, but I love it still, and couldn't think of a better one.
To put it simply, my nickname means "Gloomy Swamp." I absolutely love...
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