MooMoo Farm | Noon
(OOC:Sorry. I made Crimson alittle more dramatic then I wanted her to be.) "If you go drama queen again, I will TRY, to not rip out your tongue. However, you are still undergoing MY treatment, so for the time being, fill up your belly and take a good rest, once it's evening of course."
The shiny Mareep said in a agitated way. Crimson was a little embarrass and agitated her self with the way the Mareep had said that. Er...Yes, about that. I over reacted. I'm sorry.
Crimson blushed alittle as Bells gave her a berry.She had not talked to other living pokemon in awhile, so she over reacted. "Again, I shall reintroduce myself, PROPERLY this time; I am Bells, a Mareep that wishes she WASN'T shiny. I'm fairly good injuries, so if you have any, I'll try my best to heal your wounds." In her own way the Mareep was a little worried.
Crimson thought. You wish you weren't shiny? Well... At least its better then being a clone, like me.
Crimson said as she remembered the humans who made her. They had made her to be the ultimate pokemon. Even strong then a legendary,but in the end it was a fail and she ended being as strong as a normal Cyndaquil. As she thought to her self the Slowking said something.Of course you can stay. But please, do not overreact anymore, it is..annoying. But I welcome you back.
The Slowking nodded. Then the wise pokemon tilted it's head at what Bells had said.If you don't mind me asking, why do you not wish to be shiny? I can not see why you would not want to be shiny...
Crimson was curios also, but before she could say any thing the Grovyle said something also."So wait, when did we become friends again? We just met, dudette."
Crimson was alittle angry at what the Grovyle said, but blow it off, not wanting to start something.Yes, thats true, but I like to think of everyone as my friends. Not including the undead.
Crimson replied after a moment of thinking. She then heard the Grovyle grumble. "And please stop with all dat formal talk. You're just a Cyndaquil, not some giant legend that'll be almighty and respected. You can just talk normally."
The Grovyle was right. She had been talking so formal. No wounder she had a headache. I'm sorry. I was taught to be nice and polite to others.
Crimson said as she munched on the Sitrus, Bells had given to her not a moment ago. Then the Grovyle look at Bells and committed on what she said."Good ta hear you're good at dressing wounds."
The Grovyle smiled at Bells. Crimson could not help but giggle alittle, because this Grovyle reminded her of her old friend Blue. Blue was like a brother to Crimson and often acted like one. The Grovyle, like the Slowking asked Bells about the shiny problem. "Shiny? I remember my sister was shiny. My trainer had chosen her over meh."
The Grovyle was not that happy about the subject.
Crimson then remembered that she did not know the names of the Slowking and Grovyle. She look to the pokemon and ask them what they're names were. I did never catch your names. Could y'all tell me please. By the way my name is Crimson if y'all never catch it.
Crimson said as she finished off the berry. She look up at the sky. Thank you Arceus. I will not wast this life.
The clone though, as a gust of wind went by, ringing her bell.Ring,