Ribbit No. 001 | Action

[averynoblecroak]

[There is a rather large Froakie -- and perhaps with a greener tinge than is ordinary, for those familiar with the species -- looking up at the Agricultural Tower. He's staring up at it, with a sheathed Honedge in hand. It's... well, it's bigger than he is tall.]

[Frog stares up at it for a moment, before he sighs.]

How does one hope to get food out of that?

[The question is to everyone and no one at once. This is no ordinary Froakie, either. He's wearing a dark brown cloak. And... armor. After a moment, though, a fly floats by. Until his tongue whips out, and he eats it.]

[Crunch.]

Ninth Station - Beware of Flash Floods [Action, Union]

[lunchleader]

[Good afternoon, Union! It's a nice, sunny day, and it feels like the heat of the summer is finally starting to fade. Perfect weather to be outside and doing things, isn't it? However, if you're anywhere around the Residential District, you may hear a certain voice speaking some ways from you:]

...not like that! You gotta put some effort into it, like...like you're actually doing the move. Like...oh! Like this! *clears throat* "Hark, fiend! Thou wilst taste the wrath of Justice! Behold! The almighty power of...Metronome!!"

[Hope you have a water type to summon, because there's a sudden wave of water a la Surf suddenly heading your way. Surf's up, dude?]