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Allen Walker ([personal profile] mynameisallen) wrote in [community profile] genessia2019-09-09 08:11 am

Camping in Windgate Creek. Lots of fun for everyone.

Who: Allen Walker and anyone who wants to camp during any of the three days
When: September 6th - 8th
Where: Windgate Creek
What: Camping in Windgate. What could go wrong?
Note: Going to do the three days/nights as separate comments pick whichever one you like. Allen regardless will be available for all three days.
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[personal profile] gachamage 2019-09-10 04:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[Zeyl takes a deep sigh of relief as he walks through the sandy terrain of Windgate Creek. It has been a while since he took a camping trip that's not Summoner Guild-related. Sure, it's not like the forest and mountains he gotten used to back home, but at least a change of scenery should help him relax after trying to adjust this new world.

As for his companions, Byakko is walking alongside him as well with his Pachirisu on his shoulder and his Dartix flying above him. He also got his other Pokemon in his belongings, but he wanted to keep them in their Poke Balls for now in case of emergencies.

Once he sees the same white-haired man from the video who seemed to be trouble controlling his mischievous Pokemon, he waves at him with a big grin.]


Heyo! Need some help over there?
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[personal profile] gachamage 2019-09-12 01:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[Upon seeing Allen's Teddiursa, Zeyl couldn't help but smile and wave at the young bear Pokemon. Animals are his favorite and just being with them, whether they are normal animals or magical creatures, put him at ease.]

Alright. By the way, I haven't introduced myself in the video. I'm Zeyl. Zeyl Wayner.
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EVENT!

[personal profile] genpcs 2019-09-10 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[The night is quiet, calm, the sound of the wind rustling through the sagebrush in the desert air. Far off, a honky tonk player livens up the night for those still awake in the tavern, and elsewhere, a pack of coyotes sing their own cacophonous tune to the accompaniment of crickets and cicadas. The ambiance as a whole is as relaxing as anyone could dream of as the pendant-bearers wind down and take to their makeshift beds.

Sadly, their dreams will not be as pleasant as their reality. It's almost as if something moves out there in the rush of the desert wind, prying at the corners of their consciousness, worming its way into their mind. Dreams they cannot escape plague them through the night, visions of chaos and change of the worst kind. Whatever each fears as the apex of insanity will be brought to horrifying life. Do they fight the chaos, try to bring order to their shattered worlds? Their efforts will be in vain. Or maybe it's the death of a loved one, or getting dumped by that special someone who turns their back on them no matter what promises had been made before. Nothing is out of reach, and it is all so. very. REAL.

But with the first glimmer of the sun's rays gradually reaching out in the morning, the dreams begin to waver, their harsh reality flickering. With the light of dawn, the pendant-bearers may awaken to a better world, exhausted from their efforts in the night to reject that most painful chaos. It was only a dream, after all.]