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    Ramzi’s Tavern and Grill was packed with every sorts of Pokémon when Ardor arrived. A long line had snaked from the restaurant’s entrance and into the street. He had to crane his neck to search for the elusive and incredibly annoying Dewott within the crowd. To his irritation, he failed to discern the Water-type’s location and had thought that the Dewott was simply pulling a prank on him—a thought that occupied his mind for the past five hours.

    Those five hours which he had used to track down the aforementioned Dewott to no avail.

    He supposed that Fennec's unique white hair would make him easier to spot, but apparently, he had vanished from the face of Parai. Ardor, who took pride in his tracking skills, was left irritated when he was unable to even spot a nick of the blue furred otter.

    “Can I help you, sir?”

    Ardor's thoughts were brought back to the present as he turned his attention to the Sandslash that had addressed him. The spiky quilled ground type was clad in the restaurant's rich red vest uniform embroidered with golden swirly patterns and trims. Gulping down the small feeling of panic down his throat, Ardor took a deep breath. “Er, yes. I’m with this Dewott–”

    A paw suddenly plopped down to his shoulder and Ardor jerked to elbow whoever was standing behind him. He froze when he heard, “Reservation under Sharpe, table for two, nine o’clock.” With a muffled groan, the fire type spun to meet the sea-green eyes of Fennec Sharpe. The Dewott had an easy-going grin on his face as he gave the Quilava an encouraging squeeze. “I was wondering when you’d show up,” he said in a whisper. “Got us a nice, comfy spot. You’ll like it.”

    “Here you go, sir.” The waiter took out a receipt and wrote something on the surface before he handed it to Fennec. “Table 6. A waitress will be right away at you. Enjoy your dinner.”

    “We will.” Fennec nodded, slipping the receipt into his shirt pocket. “C’mon.” Without warning, he grabbed Ardor’s paws and pulled the Quilava into the restaurant's revolving glass doors before the fire type could protest.

    Soft music reached Ardor's ears as he and Fennec weaved through the many round shaped tables and dining Pokémon. He was almost tempted to crush the Dewott’s paw but refrained from doing so due to the number of looks he was getting from their fellow patrons. He felt his cheeks burn from the snippets of the diners' comments as he walked past them.

    “...did this young chap lose his way?”

    “I pity his date...”

    “...what is that Quilava wearing?”

    “No sense of style at all, yes...”

    “…who are those two…” 

    He had never felt so embarrassed and self-conscious in his life. He tugged on his clothes with his free arm uncomfortably and focused on the back of Fennec’s head instead. The water type's white hair had a hint of silver on them, Ardor noted with slight fascination. 

    Table 6 was located on the far side of the restaurant. It was propped on a semi-secluded corner decorated by vine-draped walls and intricately-carved wooden paneling depicting great trees and forests. Like the others, the circular table was draped in maroon velvet cloth neatened up with what Ardor identified as Arranysan embroidery. 

    “You picked a nice place, must be pricey.” Ardor remarked as Fennec pulled the chairs out and gestured him to sit down much to his annoyance. Fennec pushed him down to the seat when he hesitated. “I can sit on my own, thank you very much…”

    Fennec shrugged and sat down, rolling his neck as a Delcatty waitress quickly came with a large bottle of wine and an ice bucket. He observed the waitress pour him and Ardor some wine before he answered, “I'm someone with fine taste,” he picked up the glass and sipping some of its contents. “What's the point of being well-off if I don't spend my dough on pricey-pricey stuff? …can't say the same about you though.” The Dewott furrowed his brows at Ardor's choice of attire. “You look like you're dressed for some jogging...and you turn up 30 minutes late. Where's your manners?”

    Once again, Ardor found himself tugging at his attire, which was a simple white colored hoodie with decorative zippers on the sides. His face flushed slightly in embarrassment when he remembered the comments from the diners earlier.

    “It's not like I know where this place is,” he murmured, thinking back to his uncharacteristic fussing over his wardrobe and the odd look Darius was giving him. The sleeveless white garment was the best possible option other than his flashy dress robe –which was a no go. He really hated that attire. He eyed Fennec’s stylish, but casual black button-up shirt a little enviously. Looking back, he would definitely look like some stuffy and snobbish nobleman if he had worn the elaborate red and white colored robes. “And did you even see the line outside?” he continued. “You just came out of nowhere as far as I know." The fire stoat turned to look at the waitress as she handed both of them a steaming bowl of soup.

    Chuckling, Fennec quipped, “For a Master, you don't seem to know every nook and cranny of this place like I expected you to.” The glass of wine stopped halfway on its way to Ardor’s mouth. “Maybe...I should lower my expectations.” Fennec shrugged. The glass in his hand was replaced with a napkin as he flicked it open and laid it on his lap. “You look out of place really.”

    Ardor was staring wide-eyed at the Dewott. Taking a deep breath, he exhaled and quickly schooled his features back to neutral. “And how did you know that, pray tell?” he prompted almost casually, sipping the wine which he had forgotten momentarily.

    “Don't look so shocked,” Fennec returned with a bright smile. “Think some random Dewott would ask ya out just like that? You probably know everything about me, so why shouldn't I know everything about you?” He sampled his soup. “Mmm~ delish.”

    Closing his eyes, Ardor exhaled loudly through his nose. No point playing dumb now. True to Fennec’s prediction, Ardor had turned to rake every kind of information he could get about the water type when he seemingly vanished. From what he had gathered, the Dewott was extremely… active, for lack of better word. But recent incident regarding two Researchers, a series of killings, and a Clock Tower definitely did catch his attention.

    “Your reputation isn't too far off, Sharpe. Did you make it a habit to know your ‘victims’ –” Ardor quoted the air, “–before you asked them out?”

    “Yup.” Came the immediate reply. Fennec seemed rather nonplussed by the question, as if he had been asked that many times before. “But I'm taking a hiatus...so you don't have to worry about me thinking of poisoning your food.” He said, shrugging his shoulders.

    As if on cue, their waitress came back with a rather large tray of exotic dishes.

    “That was fast...,” Ardor thought before his eyes focused on the tray, widening slightly as they registered an assortment of mezze, complete with yogurt and artichoke salad. “Whoa... wait. Did you order this on purpose?” he turned to look at his ‘date’ in a mix of surprise and wariness. To put it simply, the food that was prepared on the table was what Ardor grew up with back in Fȳren, and happened to be an assortment of his favourites. Did the damned Dewott have to research his background that thoroughly?

    “Better.” Fennec popped a slice of köfte into his mouth, chewing it slowly to savour the taste. “I made it especially for you. Worked here as a part-timer, so convincing the owner wasn't too difficult.”

    Ardor blinked in surprise. “You made these?” He found the notion to be quite far-fetched. Frowning in confusion and uncertainty, he picked up a stuffed Qualot berry and popped it into his mouth, letting out a satisfied sort of voice from his throat as the flavors just exploded in his mouth. “You know, this… is really good.” he remarked, taking in another bite. "I'm surprised really... did you really cook all of this yourself?”

    Fennec simply rolled his eyes in response. “It's not big of a deal. I just taught myself to survive, that's all.” He propped his elbow on the table. “Cooking is only one of my many talents.”

    “Well, I know some of these are quite hard to make,” Ardor pointed out, raising an eyebrow at Fennec’s dismissal. “You really have one hell of a talent if you can prepare something like this as if it was nothing.”

    Peering at Ardor with a flat gaze, the Dewott huffed. “You give out praise too easily.” He picked some more of the food to his plate, but not much, and began to eat them in an orderly manner.

    “That praise happens to come from someone who lived in Fȳren for more than 17 years,” was Ardor’s flat reply. “Need I say more?”

    Fennec hummed flippantly. “Well, in any case, what do you do for a living?”

    Ardor opened his mouth, about to state a snarky remark but Fennec cut him off with a wave of his paw.

    “Besides your primary job of course.”

    The Quilava raised his eyebrow and shrugged. “I joined the Hunters Guild as an apprentice, and have a part time job at the new dojo downtown.”

    Fennec’s muzzle pulled into a small smirk as he regarded Ardor mirthfully. “Is that all? You're not very good at hiding your assassin aura.”

    “For a wanted fugitive, you're not hiding yours very well either, Sharpe. Not worried that the Zigzagoon detective to sniff you out?” Ardor retorted, taking a souvlaki from the serving plate. “And what about your Lucario associate by the way? It has been a while since I saw him. I recall both of you were from the same organization.”

    “Technically speaking, most don't know that I exist.” Fennec smirked. “I can be a painter, a florist, an alchemist, anything you can think of. And I wasn't really trying to hide my identity as a former Reverse member. What's the point when it's all been destroyed?” The Water-type sampled a bit of his tarama and took another sip from his glass. “As for Noir, I haven't really revealed myself to him yet, but I will sooner or later. He was a great partner, particularly when it came to sex~” he giggled. “He'd pound me until I was sore, so, so sore~”

    Ardor had an odd look on his face. He blinked twice and shifted on his seat, giving the silver-haired Dewott an odd look. His face colored slightly at the implication. “I...see,” he coughed.

    “Is there a problem?” Fennec’s grin grew darker.

 

    “Well, no. Not really, no.” the fire type replied quickly. “It came as a surprise for me I guess.” Ardor shrugged, trying to get the disturbing images of Fennec and Noir together out of his mind. “Well, you sure aren't bothered by the fact most of the Royal Guards are still looking for you after your serial killing spree…” he uttered, lowering his tone slightly.

    A chuckle rumbled from the Water-type’s throat. “Like I said, I'm a Kecleon. That busybody Zigzagoon can't prove that I killed all those Pokémon.” He scoffed. “No one is going to miss them, now that their secrets have been exposed.” He paused as the waitress came back with the main dish and took the appetizer away. “Well, let’s eat for the time being. You don’t want to let the food grow cold would you?” Fennec said, digging his utensils into the meat.

    Rolling his eyes, Ardor cleared his plate and began to fill it with the new dish that had been laid out in front of them. He had to admit, Fennec’s cooking skills were beyond everything he could ever imagine. Soon, both plates were empty and the two Pokémon were drinking their wine in a satisfied silence.

    Gulping down his last glass of wine, Fennec draped his napkin over his plate and pushed his chair out. “Well, this has been fun,” he voiced out, gesturing for the waitress who had been waiting for them.

    “How can I help you, sir?” she asked.

    The Dewott flashed the waitress a charming smile. “Yeah, can we have the bill?”

    Blushing slightly, the Delcatty waitress nodded, while trying to keep her air of professionalism as she replied, “Certainly, sir.” Her onyx eyes lingered at Ardor, who was staring back at her with an eyebrow raised. “You have a really cute boyfriend by the way.” she teased as she flipped through her receipts.

    Ardor choked on his wine.

    “I do, don’t I?” Fennec replied cheekily, nodding at the bill before giving the Delcatty some Stars. Turning to Ardor, he gave the fire type a small gave and grin. “I’ll see you around then.”

    Ardor stared as the Dewott slowly made his way to the exit. Exhaling half in annoyance and confusion, he quickly followed the Water-type into the streets outside. It was quiet, bare of any Pokémon safe for a few, mostly nocturnal ones as it was close to midnight. Spotting the familiar silver haired figure not far off, Ardor quickly fell into step with Fennec.

    “So, that's it then?” he prodded, sounding a bit aggravated. “You kissed me out of the blue, invited me to dinner without me having a say, and then just walk off like that, huh?"

    Fennec shrugged, stopping before he smiled at Ardor. “You don't seem to enjoy my company, so why should I make the effort?” he asked, tapping his foot lightly on the pavement.

    “You're the most confusing 'mon I've ever met.” Ardor uttered, eyes twitching slightly.

    “At least I'm special,” Fennec chirped, leaning on a lamp post as he stopped. He puffed out some air his fingers before the Dewott queried, “Why are you licking your lips, hmm?”

    Ardor stopped what he was doing immediately. “It's a habit of mine,” he admitted, feeling a little bit foolish. “I tend to do that at random.”

    “Ooo~ Mr. Master is lying~” Fennec giggled, grinning from ear to ear. “He actually likes my taste~”

    “I do not," Ardor retorted, glaring at the silver haired otter. “And don’t call me that.”

    “Hmm...”  With a single stride, Fennec devoured the distance between them grinning from ear to ear, their breaths mingling. “That blush is not convincing me~”

    Acting on instinct, Ardor inched his head away, but Fennec's sudden grip on his shoulders somehow froze him on the spot. “S-shut up.” He attempted to intensify his glare, only to be slowly entranced by the otter's bright, sea green eyes, unable to look away. And why is his face heating up suddenly?

    Smirking from the reaction, Fennec poked his tongue out and moistened his lips, lowering his eyelids slightly as he spoke, “You make my heart skip a beat as well,” he uttered smoothly, leaning in and pressing their lips together as he hugged the Quilava closer.

    Freezing for the umpteenth of the day, Ardor's eyes shot wide open. His heart was suddenly hammering against his ribcage as his brain tried to process what was transpiring. He could feel Fennec’s lips once again pressed against his, slowly nipping and prodding him away. It didn’t feel forced somehow, and it was as if the Dewott was waiting for his reaction. He did the only thing that crossed his mind, jerking away.

    The movement however, prompted the Dewott to tilt his head to deepen his kiss, intertwining his fingers with Ardor's forepaw digits. He opted to take it slow, passing on prodding for entrance in favour of simply enjoying the feel of the Quilava's surprisingly soft lips on his. He eventually broke away, pressing his forehead against his new boyfriend's and tenderly peering into his eyes.

    Ardor sucked in a large gulp of breath. Pale green eyes bore into vivid sea green ones in shock, uncertainty, and surprise. A deep flush had spread across the fire type’s face as he stuttered, “A-ah…?”

    “Nice to meet you, Ardor.” Fennec smirked and went to peck the Quilava, much to the stoat’s surprise, and left, humming a cheerful tune to himself.

Zanker Haus - Part 2
Part 1|Part 2

This little story here stems from the number of discussions and RPs I had with Senso ever since I joined PMDU. I had never imagined that one of my characters would be shipped with anyone, much less from one of the best writers in the group. Well, the ship had set sail, no turning back now. Well, read and tell me what you think. :)

NB: Thanks for Setsuna-Senso for proofreading this. :) (Smile)

Fennec Sharpe © Setsuna-Senso
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SS Atlas WIP 6 by Quarteon01
SS Atlas WIP 6
A little side project I made.I will be submitting WIPs as I progressed through the Atlas' design.

The SS Atlas is a fictional Ocean Liner which I based from Normandie and Queen Mary, with some other elements from other Ocean Liners as well. More info coming as soon as she's completed.


WIP 1:Finished her hull and half of her super structure.

WIP 2: Added the railings and promenade deck. Finalized what would be her bow. 

WIP 3: Revised her hull shape and superstructure. Added the 'plate lines' and the Second Class Enclosed Promenade windows.

WIP 4: Added the windows on the Promenade Deck(A Deck), B Deck, and C Deck. Extended the aft of C Deck slightly. Modified the lower Second Class Promenade. Added the general structure of the Boat Deck, Bridge, and bits of the Sun Deck. Modified the fore portion of the B Deck.

WIP 5: Added lifeboats, added stairs, removed the portholes on B Deck for future editing, added some railings on the B Deck bow section, remodeled the 'Docking Deck' on the aft section of the B Deck, modified the Second Class Promenade windows on B Deck as well as remodeled the windows for the Promenade Cafe on the same deck, changed the Third Class Promenade windows on C Deck and added doors on the area, remodeled the First Class cabin windows on C Deck and re-positioned the doors to slightly fore, and added some prototype portholes on D and E Decks.

WIP 6: Drawn the Boar Deck structures. Added the B Deck portholes. Modified the window size on C Deck, B Deck Promenade Cafe, and the Third Class Enclosed Promenade on C Deck. Modified the forward and aft A Deck Promenade design. Completed the Bridge area. Added the Sun Deck restaurants on the aft section. Added 'coverings' for the lifeboats and removed the last lifeboat on the stern.

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... started a cycle.. never ending...

The Twelve... has awakened... Guardians arise...

Scrolls have foretold... brothers wage war...

...the Bane of Kings unbound...

...the spirits be with you...

...Nine gifted to...

Who desired power...

Don’t you see now?! You are one of the Nine! You are bound...

...shall be subjected to MY power! ...TO RULE THEM ALL!




    The Chimchar trashed wildly. His arms flailing as he fought the thing that was strangling his body. His eyes shot open as he tried to wriggle away from whatever was smothering his face, only to receive a bonk on his head.

    “Quiet... I’m trying to sleep here.”

    The voice stopped the trashing Chimchar almost immediately. His ears quickly registered the familiar voice as he took a look around. The first thing he saw was a long sword which seemed to be made of very fine steel. It was at least three feet long, with a curved faded gold cross-guard and pommel with a solid black, subtly grooved leather clad grip. The blade itself was leaf shaped, quite unnoticeable due to its sheer length, with the fuller extending down to the tip. The strangest part of the sword is the bright blue eye shaped appendage on the point where the cross-guard meets the blade, and the long, intricately patterned green scarf that was attached to the loop on the pommel. Just looking at the patterns caused the Chimchar to go dizzy.

    “Am I that ugly to be stared at?”

    Jumping from surprise, the fire type quickly snapped his head around to find the source of the voice. He didn’t even notice that the Longsword beside him had started to float off the ground.

    “I’m right here, you know.”

    “Wha–” He came face to face with the sword. The eye-like stared right back at him for a whole minute and blinked.

    “Hello~”

    The Chimchar backpedalled quickly, tripping on some long green cloth that was somehow wrapped around his torso. “S-stay back!” he shouted, pushing himself as far away as possible from the living sword.

    A long sigh was heard from the direction of the Longsword. “I guess I should expect that kind of reaction from you.” The sword bobbed in mid air. “Well, don’t you remember me at all, Derek?”

    Derek... That’s his name... wasn’t it? Yes, it’s his name... Wait. Why would he forget his own name?

    “Good. At least you remembered your name.” Nodding to himself, the Longsword floated closer towards the fire type. “Now, do you remember who I am?”

    Still feeling a bit creeped out, Derek squinted his eyes at the sword– no, Honedge. It took a while, but the name popped into his mind. “Cael?”

    “...No, I’m known as Glamdring.” The Honedge told him flatly.

    Derek blinked in confusion. “Uh... I’m pretty sure that your name is Cael.”

    “No, you must be mistaken. My name is Orcist.”

    “Er... didn’t you just said that your name is Glamdring?” the fire type queried, wondering if the Honedge before him was off his rocker. He merely received a blank stare from the dual ghost/steel type.

    “Really? I’m sure I had addressed myself as Sting.”

    Derek simply continued to stare at the Honedge, his brow creasing together as seconds ticked by. Then, his frown twitched upwards and he snorted. “Sting. Yeah, right. The great Harbinger Caelus known as... ‘Sting’.” He didn’t know how, but the words just spilled out of his mouth.

    “That’s Caelus Prodromus for you. Though, I preffered Cael.” The Honedge chuckled as he angled his body forward in an imitation of a bow. His long green scarf-hand swished right off Derek’s body as he did so.

    “Yeah, you’ve told me that... sometime ago...”

    “Glad you remembered that part m’boy. Now, what else did you remember?”

    There was a pause as the Chimchar tried to recall something, anything that had happened before he fell asleep. “Not much...” he started, frowning as he drew a blank. “Did something happen? I can’t remember much... only vague images...” he cringed as his head started to throb. “Ugh... it hurts...”

    Cael nodded to himself. “Ah... it’s stronger than what I’ve thought...” he muttered.

    “Did you say something?”

    The Longsword waved his scarf in an offhand manner. “Nothing important.”

    Derek stared.

    “Nothing!” Cael uttered defensively, turning away from the Chimchar’s surprisingly intense blue eyes. He hated it whenever Derek used that look.

    .”Alright, fine.” Huffing to himself, Derek turned to glance at their surroundings. Tall, gnarled and moss covered trees were stretching as far as the eye can see. The ground was covered with thick patches of bushes and tall grass, with the occasional moss invested boulders. It wouldn’t have felt suffocating if not for the wisps of white fog that had descended upon the area.  “Okay, so... do you know where we are?”

    “Some forest close to a city about ten miles from here...” Cael replied as he spun slowly on the spot. His single eye was closed.  “Yep. Ten miles give or take. I caught odd life energy reading down that path.”

    Derek turned to look at where Cael had pointed with his scarf. “Life energy?  You can sense that?”

    “Oh, yes. Most ghost types do.” The Honedge replied thoughtfully. “Haven’t I told you– oh right. Self-induced amnesia–”

    “What?” the fire type was upon the Honedge the next instant. “Self-induced amnesia?”

    Cael splutered and quickly went on to defensive. “I-it’s nothing!”

    “Tell me.”

    “Nope!”

    “Why?”

    “Just no.”

    “Why not?”

    “Just... because.”

    “Because of what?”

    “Just... just!” The Honedge threw his scarf-arm to the air in exasperation.

    “You’re not making any sense.” Derek growled. “What did you mean by self-induced amnesia?”

    “It means as it is!” Cael exclaimed. “Look, Derek. I can’t really tell you anything right now lest there will be... unwanted consequences. Your amnesia is there for a reason.” The Honedge drew a long sigh. He sounded weary for some reason. “Just... drop the subject for the time being, Derek. It’s... not a pleasant subject for me...”

     Derek relented after seeing Cael’s reaction. “Alright then I guess. But... will my memory return though?”

    Cael looked thoughtful. “Perhaps... I’m not a mind expert, but I think it will. Slowly, I guess.” At Derek’s nod, he continued. “By any chance, if you receive any bursts of small visions that you think might be connected to your memory resurfacing, do tell me.”

    “Okay, I will.”

    “Good.” The Honedge eye-smiled. “Well then. Let’s be off.”

    Blinking in confusion, Derek watched as the Honedge began to levitate towards an overgrown dirt path to his left. “Off? Where are we going?” He quickly went up to his feet and followed the longsword.

    “Towards civilization, of course.” Cael replied jovially. “I think this road will lead us to the city.”

    “You think?”

    Cael hummed a random tune. “I’m certain of it. Yes.”

    “Uh-huh.”

    “No need to pull that face.”

    “You didn’t really sound convincing.” Derek pointed out, stumbling from a thick root which had jutted over to the path.

    “Well... the pull of the life force is strong over here.” Came the reply. “I’m literally drawn to it. Who knows? Perhaps it’s just a small settlement, or it might be a big city. I’d be glad to get rid of this fog.” He swished his scarf around.

    Derek nodded in agreement. “It is kinda suffocating...”

    “Suffocating?” Cael blinked. “That’s interesting. Oh, that rhymes!”

    “Cael, please.” Derek sighed, frowning in unease. “I really mean it. The white fog is... really unnerving. It feels very heavy and... it’s like I’m walking through water.”

    The Honedge bobbed its body. “The sooner we leave the fogged area, the better.”

    Derek opened his mouth to voice his agreement, but the words died in his mouth as the sense of heaviness suddenly lifted and the air seemed to come alive. The thick, century old trees had disappeared, replaced by smaller, younger ones. The overgrowth was sparser and lush green grass replaced the thick bushes and roots.

    Looking around, Derek realized that they are standing on top of a cliff, overlooking a city that looked to be built around a large stone structure in the centre. A large river ran right through the city, while buildings of every size and style imaginable spread on every direction, intermingled with patches of large gardens and squares. Some were clustered around together, while some were sparsely built, especially the ones on the outskirts of the town. Derek could see the pristine, cluster of mansion-like structures  to the east, while a much run down, tightly packed buildings were located just around the south, away from the busier parts of the city. Some had distinctive style clustered around the bank of the river, with bridges spanning above it, while the rest seemed to be a mix of confusing styles.

    Needless to say, Derek had his breath taken away. Never in his life had he seen a settlement this big... with his impaired memory, that is.

    “Well, I think I found what had drawn me here.” Cael quipped beside him.

    “Yeah...” Derek nodded numbly while gaping like a Magikarp.

    “It’s not the city, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

    Derek blinked, frowned in confusion, and blinked again. “Huh?”

    The Honedge used his ridiculously long scarf to point the strange stone structure that stood directly beneath them. It was set ways from the city, and completely devoid of any houses or buildings. A series of stone gates were built encircling around a rectangular stone dais with a Honedge shaped stone erected on one side. From his vantage point, Derek could see tiny bluish flames dancing around the dais and the statue.

    “Um... what is that?”

    “That I do not know...” Cael trailed off. “But it is the source of the strange life energy which I felt earlier. Must be why those Litwicks are dancing about.”

    “Ah.”

    There was a few moments of silence, of which Cael broke with an oddly cheerful tone. “Well then! Let’s get down to the city. I feel like something good is going to happen.”

    Derek threw him a dubious look. “Somehow, I have a bad feeling about this...”

    Cael rolled his single eye. “Oh, come now. Don’t be a killjoy. “ His green colored scarf quickly snaked across Derek’s body. The fire chimp yelped in surprise. “Relax. I’ll just levitate us down.”

    “What?!” the Chimchar’s eyes widened as Cael started pushing themselves to the lip of the cliff.

    “Just hold tight and... off we go!”

    They jumped. 

Overture to Colossus - I
An intro piece concerning Derek and Cael's arrival to Andalusst. This will be a two parter, which will retell the beginnings of the Hunters team Scorch Recon, since I'm revamping things. 
Hope you enjoy! :)

NB: As usual, I can't resist putting on random references to my favorite piece of games, books, and movies. So sorry about that. XD
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SS Atlas WIP 5 by Quarteon01
SS Atlas WIP 5
A little side project I made. I loved ships, especially ocean liners and steam ships from the old times. 

The SS Atlas is a fictional liner that was constructed around the 1930's. I based her off the RMS Queen Mary 1 and the SS Normandie, as you can see from her design. Both ships are one of my favorites classic liners. I originally intended the ship to be slightly shorter than the Queen Mary, but I ended up making her a bit longer instead. But since I made this not to scale, I'll leave the Atlas' actual size up for your interpretation. :D



WIP 1:Finished her hull and half of her super structure.

WIP 2: Added the railings and promenade deck. Finalized what would be her bow. 

WIP 3: Revised her hull shape and superstructure. Added the 'plate lines' and the Second Class Enclosed Promenade windows.

WIP 4: Added the windows on the Promenade Deck(A Deck), B Deck, and C Deck. Extended the aft of C Deck slightly. Modified the lower Second Class Promenade. Added the general structure of the Boat Deck, Bridge, and bits of the Sun Deck. Modified the fore portion of the B Deck.

WIP 5: Added lifeboats, added stairs, removed the portholes on B Deck for future editing, added some railings on the B Deck bow section, remodeled the 'Docking Deck' on the aft section of the B Deck, modified the Second Class Promenade windows on B Deck as well as remodeled the windows for the Promenade Cafe on the same deck, changed the Third Class Promenade windows on C Deck and added doors on the area, remodeled the First Class cabin windows on C Deck and re-positioned the doors to slightly fore, and added some prototype portholes on D and E Decks.
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Quarteon01

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I'm a writer, but I also occasionally draw and sketch things, but I lacked the hardware and software to upload it here. My scanner is not good enough, and I only have my laptop and my mouse at disposal so.... I stick to writing.

Anyway, I have joined DeviantArt for 2 years. I've never been active until I joined PMDUnity. It sparked my interest seeing all these good writers there. I'm mostly in Fanfiction.net, but I got into a long writers block so... yeah. The group I joined really helped to lift my block somewhat.

I'm still learning in my writing. I have grammar issues, jumping at tenses occasionally. But I'm slowly correcting the habit. I might go and write a book someday. I have some random, but good ideas jumping around my head. Who knows?


Current Residence: My house...
Print preference: Perfect printing images
Favourite genre of music: Classical and Pop
Favourite style of art: Paintings and digital art
Operating System: Windows 8
MP3 player of choice: I don't have a MP3
Personal Quote: What the-?!
Interests
I was tagged by xDarkThunder 

RULE 1. You can only say Guilty or Innocent.


RULE 2. You are not allowed to explain anything unless someone messages you and asks!

Now, here's what you're supposed to do... And please do not spoil the fun. Copy and paste this into your journal, delete my answers, type in your answers and tag 10 of your friends to answer this.  Then see what happens.

1. Asked someone to marry you?
Innocent

2. Kissed one of your friends?
Innocent

3. Danced on a table in a bar?
Innocent

4. Ever told a lie?
Guilty

5. Had feelings for someone whom you can't have?
Guilty

6. Ever kissed someone of the same sex?
Innocent

7. Kissed a picture?
Innocent

8. Slept in until 5 PM?
Innocent

9. Fallen asleep at work/school?
Innocent

10. Held a snake?
Innocent

11. Been suspended from school?
Innocent

12. Worked at a fast food chain/restaurant?
Innocent

13. Stolen something?
Guilty

14. Been fired from a job?
Innocent

15. Done something you regret
Guilty

16. Laughed until something you were drinking came out of your nose?
Guilty

17. Caught a snowflake on your tongue?
Innocent

18. Kissed in the rain?
Innocent

19. Sat on a roof top?
Innocent

20. Kissed someone you shouldn't?
Innocent

21. Sang in the shower?
Guilty

22. Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on?
Guilty

23. Shaved your head?
Innocent

24. Slept naked?
...Guilty 

25. Had a boxing MEMBERSHIP?
Innocent

26. Made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry
Innocent

27. Been in a band?
Innocent

28. Shot a gun?
Innocent

29. Donated Blood?
Innocent

30. Eaten alligator meat?
Innocent

31. Eaten cheesecake?
Guilty

32. Still love someone you shouldn't?
Guilty

33. Have/had a tattoo?
Innocent

34. Liked someone, but will never tell who?
Guilty

35. Been too honest?
Guilty

36. Ruined a surprise?
Guilty

37. Ate in a restaurant and got really bloated that you can't walk afterwards?
Innocent

38. Erased someone in your friends list?
Innocent

39. Dressed in a woman's clothes (if you're a guy) or man's clothes (if you're a girl)?
Innocent

40. Joined a pageant?
Innocent

41. Been told that you're handsome or beautiful by someone who totally meant what they said?
Innocent... I guess?

42. Still have communication w/ your ex?
Innocent

43. Cheated on someone?
Guilty

44. Get totally drunk one night and you have an important exam tomorrow morning?
Innocent

45. A total stranger treated you by PAYING your fare?
Innocent

46. Get totally angry that you cried so hard?
Innocent

47. Tried to stay away from someone for their own good?
Guilty

48. Thought about suicide?
Guilty

49. Thought about murder?
Innocent

50. How about Mass Murder?
Innocent

51. Rode in a stranger's vehicle?
Guilty

52. Stalked someone?
Innocent

53. Had a girlfriend/boyfriend
Innocent :p

Tag: None. You may or may not do this... silly thing. Whatever. XD

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:iconthetravelinbuizel:
TheTravelinBuizel Featured By Owner 21 hours ago  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
and thank ya for the favorite too! XD
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Quarteon01 Featured By Owner 21 hours ago  Hobbyist Writer
You're welcome! :D
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Wrightie99 Featured By Owner 4 days ago  New member Student General Artist
Thanks for the fave, means alot!!!
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Quarteon01 Featured By Owner 4 days ago  Hobbyist Writer
You're welcome!
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Duskskully Featured By Owner 4 days ago  Hobbyist General Artist
thanks for the fav
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Quarteon01 Featured By Owner 4 days ago  Hobbyist Writer
You're welcome, and thanks for the watch!  :D
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Duskskully Featured By Owner 4 days ago  Hobbyist General Artist
no problem, just hoping to get a partner for the pmdu group soon XDD since i posted the Cubone two or three days ago, i think
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Quarteon01 Featured By Owner 4 days ago  Hobbyist Writer
Ah, good luck then. With 4 teams, I'm kinda swamped with them already plus, I'm more of a writer than anything. ^^; 
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MarieandKirby97 Featured By Owner Dec 4, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Want to do a PMDU RP with me?
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Quarteon01 Featured By Owner Dec 4, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Oh? Well, that came out random. ^^; 
I don't mind though. What do you have in mind?
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