Script Fear
VILLIAN
TEAM PLASMA[M:0]
All alone he turns to stone, While holding his breath half to death.
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Post by Script Fear on Jan 11, 2013 19:56:40 GMT -6
Script moved silently through the crowd, his eyes focused on the exit. He paused outside and leaned up against the icy cavern wall. His breath reduced to small clouds in the surrounding chilly air. He just couldn't shake his hate for crowded spaces. He wore a beautiful white tuxedo, open at the front to expose a fitting white dress shirt. For kicks he also wore a white top hat paired with a matching masquerade mask, making him almost look like a snowy phantom. He'd come to the tent out of curiosity, but had no interest in attempting to socialize with the people gathered there. After a moment he straightened up and discarded the tuxedo coat to the ground, continuing on with only a thin dress shirt to repel the cold. Of course, he never went without a plan. As he continued down the cavern he removed a pokeball from his belt and stopped, holding it out in front of him.
"Come on out Quilava." At the press of a button his Quilava appeared happily. Until he noticed where they were anyway. As soon as he did so the pokemon's flame grew in intensity until even Script had to take a step back to avoid singeing his outfit. "Chill it already. It makes no sense for a fire type to hate the cold, can you even get cold?" He questioned, watching the pokemon with amusement. A smile forming on his lips as Quilava growled playfully at him.
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