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bump Elizabeth wandered slowly down the hall, her feet only kept moving forward by the fact that dragging her feet in high heels would cause her nose to meet the tile below her with some considerable force. At this point in her life, at this point in the depression cycle, she could tell when an episode of sorts was about to occur. She was feeling sorry for herself, no matter how selfishly it may be. She didn't feel particularly encouraged by Yushiro's actions, nor did she feel like she was really being fair to him in not knowing what to say when she posed some intentionally vague questions. The truth was, Elizabeth hard hardly convinced herself that she was even emotionally or mentally prepared in the first place for a dance of this size and splendor, and her actions had only made that doubt worse. She felt stuck. Stuck between the expectation that she was to have a wonderful time with Yushiro: he would win his duel and sweep her off her feet in a dance, the expectation that she was to be the old Beth around Ashley: the femme fatale duo who would crush and reward the parched, thirsting souls of single men bowing at their feet, and the feeling that she was not even close to being either of those people for either of those people. Not even close. And then, naturally, there was Todd right down the hall staring at her- Wait a minute, when the hell did that get here? Elizabeth found herself sitting on a wooden bench, staring across the hall to a single, memorialized picture of her late brother Todd. It was actually rather large, and captured some of his more defining features in the middle of what appeared to be a duel. She recognized it now: it was the photo taken of him on the day they won their last National Championship together. Elizabeth couldn't recall them placing a memorial there; they had asked what seemed like an endless amount of questions about her twin's memorials; where they would be placed, how large they would be, if it was okay to include pictures of the both of them, if she wanted to keep any of the memorabilia, et cetera. I guess this one was brought up around the time I just stopped reading the details and signed off. Sorry mate. You look good, though. she sighed, brushing her bangs to side again. She distracted herself for a moment, thinking about the duel that day, That's right. You held Cyber End Dragon to the bitter end that game to outlast the removal. It was bloody brilliant. 100 LP and you reveal a three card fusion. Absolutely maniacal. It was never easy enough for you to just win. She smiled, but it faded quickly. You know, Todd. It's not very fair of you to be forever immortalized in pictures of our happiest moments while I get to sit here and talk to framed photos of you at a dance where people hope I get enough dopamine to avoid going home and offing myself. The least they could do is show a picture of you with a zit or something, you duffer. Ugh, I really need to stop doing this to myself. Elizabeth leaned back into the bench, looking straight up to the sky to avoid looking at the picture, still silent. She scoffed, loudly, now advancing quickly towards the picture, the clack of her heels ringing out loudly into the hallway. She got real close to the picture, observing every detail, letting the thoughts roll around in her brain before relenting again, Am I making a mistake right now, Todd? She still hadn't spoken aloud, but she remained silent mentally as well, waiting for an answer that would never come. She pursed her lips, looked to right, and walked down the hall,, feeling no better than she did moments ago. It felt to her like every waking moment of every day on this campus as of late had her past follow her, nibbling at her ankles as if she had dipped her feet into piranha infested waters. The constant, pervasive thought of "I just want to be better." was often interrupted by the goings-on of people who had simply moved on, or forgotten enough about Elizabeth entirely that there was no natural progression for her. She thought, briefly, that perhaps that was why she liked Yushiro so much. She wasn't even sure if Yushiro knew Todd, and if he did, he certainly didn't know enough to have brought it up, and almost everyone does by now. The hardest part, to Elizabeth, wasn't the fact that Todd was dead, no. She had accepted that a long time ago; it was more that there was no future for her that didn't involve constantly bringing it up, constantly rebuilding relationships with the caveat that she would be roughly half as interesting or exciting as she used to be because she was no longer one half of "The Incredible Hall Twins", or whatever their nicknames were, Elizabeth couldn't even remember anymore. "Nope, now I'm just Elizabeth Hall, and everyone looks at me like they were expecting me to be in the car too." as she finished her walk down the hall, the massive crowd's noise started to pick up, and she could see the outline of the bar from the doorway she was standing in. She looked back towards the general direction of both Yushiro and Todd's picture. "Kind of wish I was." Despite her sulking, Elizabeth took a moment to refresh her mental and make her way back over to the bar, not that it would help; Ashley would read her like a book guaranteed and Hitomu likely wouldn't be far behind, but she would try her best to bring herself back to the mental state she was in before she went to go see Yushiro, and before she had her doubts about even coming here in the first place. As she approached, however, she noticed a familiar head of hair: it was Kyouko's. They had peer mediation session together during the school year, and Elizabeth remembered she allegedly had some sort of anger problems she needed to sort out, but Elizabeth always found her to be a pleasant conversation. She was embarrassed; with all the commotion that had come already with this school year, she hadn't even had a chance to stop by and say hello to her. Elizabeth slid in to the left of Kyouko, tapping her shoulder lightly, being careful to keep about a fist length's distance; she did have some anger issues, anyway. "Cheers Kyouko, I haven't gotten to see you all year! I'm a bit surprised you've made it out; you never made things like this seem like much of your occasion... are you well this year?" she half-shouted to Kyouko, to attempt being out the rapidly increasing noise coming into the venue.

"Our story starts a long, long time ago. Back when there were no pokèballs or trainers other than rudimentary artisanal devices, when pokèmon were more like wild animals and occasionally pets, and set in the region of Palmyra, a land of deserts, rivers, mountains and sea. The peace enjoyed by the various city-states of the prosperous land for decades ended abruptly when two neighboring kingdoms grew interested in seizing it for themselves. They schemed, pulled strings and sowed enmity between the people of Palmyra, until finally war broke out. The kingdom of Fresia called on the people of the coast, leveraging their status as their former citizens and their envy towards their rival city of Marmara. The kingdom of Miklagarth encouraged the expansionist efforts of Miah Ramiqa in the neighboring valley to the detriment of the Surya people, turning what was a friendly relationship of neighborhood into open hostility. When they retaliated, Marmara supported them. Friendships crumbled, love turned to hate, caravans were replaced with weapons. Three years, the Tripartite War lasted, until finally, the exhaustion, famine and unbearable losses forced all of the parties involved to call for a ceasefire. Over the first week from the proclamation of the ceasefire, numerous incidents are already threatening this fragile peace. Former friends still look at each other with suspicion, and the three contenders cannot agree on anything, even the seat for the peace talks. To solve this precarious situation, they have finally agreed to call upon a renowned foreign diplomat, Sirafina, famous throughout the known world for her wisdom and even-handedness. Sirafina accepted, but before presiding over such an important event, she needed to know more about this foreign land ravaged by conflict. So, she enlisted a group of young, promising talents to be hes eyes and ears, as well as her security, and aid her to untangle the complicated maze of ancient grudges, political equilibria, love, friendship and death that is Palmyra. Those young agents... are you." Welcome everyone! This is my first attempt at hosting a RP of my own, and I chose a pretty ambitious project for that, too. As you can read, this will be a rather nontraditional pokèmon RP, as it's set in the Pokèmon world equivalent of the Middle Ages, and will deal with the themes of war. I intend this to be a mature RP that will deal, although as tactfully as I can, with some rather heavy themes surrounding the realities of war, diplomacy, politics and cultural and ethnic conflict, as well as the process of rebuilding after a war. Expect to have mysteries, investigation, talking to NPCs and some cloak and dagger, and battling should be considered a last resort only. View this as a kind of... nontraditional, Pokèmon-themed D&D campaign. I intend to give the players a lot of freedom when it comes to their characters and their appearance, backstories, etc, and if you think there's a particular element that would be great to include in your character's backstory and characterization that isn't yet present in the setting, let me know and I'll be glad to try and incorporate it as best as I can.

This is a tough one for sure. There's been a few. I want to say when I was 12 playing Combat Arms I entered a large tournament. I always thought I was better than the average player but never knew how much better I was. I won that tournament pretty decidedly. Since then I've always gave it my all when it came to games with competitive scenes. A close one was when I topped my first Yugioh regionals. I've been playing in tournaments since I was 9, but never went to anything but a locals. I went to my first regionals at 14 and got top 4 with a rogue ass deck. That pushed me from just being a smal town yugioh player into travelling Canada whenever I can to play at locals and higher tier events. I love the yugioh community in Canada. Neither are really monumental life events due to them being rooted in games, but my life is rooted by my competitve nature so they mean a lot to me I guess.

The gnolls were still approaching. That was about what Pyrrha would have expected, honestly. This fight would be too easy if a single arrow deterred each one from attacking. What she wasn't expecting was for Geoff to not only step into the fray, but to do so rather skillfully! Perhaps having this guy around wouldn't be all bad after all! "Pyrrha! Go help the others, dear. Leave this side to us..." "Roger!" As Pyrrha got her next arrow ready, she hopped down from the cart she'd been on, hurrying along to the other side of the group's little area. It was true that this other side had more enemies on it than the other. Maybe being over here was for the best. And where does that leave me? Stay over there, Eltain. I may need a means of escape if this goes south. Once Pyrrha was on the other side of the battlefield, taking care to keep the stronger and tougher Reinaan between herself and the gnolls, Pyrrha resumed her shooting, aiming her next arrow at the group that left Keres in the most immediate danger. Even if she couldn't kill them in one shot, slowing them down had to have some value, even now.