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Post by ZAFAAR IMPERIA on Sept 19, 2011 11:09:20 GMT -5
((join up, but keep it short&simple around 200words))
zafaar imperia was not a fan of blooming flowers. it was only natural that he chose to visit floaroma town when the seasons started to change and melt from summer to autumn. the flora weren't in full bloom now. his nose wouldn't have to suffer from constant pollen abuse; it ran in a manner so horrid every time he came into contact with the dreaded powder. despite it being autumn, he was still being cautious. he had on his usual cap, jacket - his hair was all over as per normal - but besides his normal attire, there was the presence of a surgical mask that was supposedly able to keep the pollen away.
apparently, it wasn't as advertised. his nose was still running; his mood terrible like a child denied candy. "saladin," he grunted to the charmander by his side. the reptile nodded, exhaling embers that were scattered around him, then were extinguished by the wind. ever so often he had saladin do so to burn away the excess pollen that was floating around - they were a silent menace to him. "danks," muttered the teenager, nose blocked and voice affected. plant or grass-typed pokémon weren't that bad; it was generally the blooming berry trees and flowers that got to him.
he could only hope he wasn't going to fall ill. that would be the nail in the coffin, final straw upon the camel's back. he'd have saladin set the entire place on fire.
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