View Full Version : The Star in the Sky (Revival)
April 13th, 2008, 2:39 PM
Revival of my longest lasting RP...
The Star in the Sky
now with an actual plot!
rating up'd a notch!
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FORMORLY KNOWN AS “ECRUTEAK CITY”
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DOCUMENT NUMBER 133
TAKEN FROM ARCHIVES
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Do not read
Date January 1rst 2012
I can't believe I'm sitting here, writting this down right now. The world around me is spiraling; I don't know where to begin. I'll start by going back to last night. It was new years, and one of the coldest I've ever lived through. While the fireworks were going off as the dawn of the new year hit, I sat in my room and wrote down yesterday's entry. But the second I did, there was a flash of light outside my window. For a few solid seconds, I felt as if time stopped. Really! I'm not kidding! Time just stopped, and then I saw some kind of light go through me, and it was over. But it wasn't just the light that was gone, there was something much more missing.
Remember that star I wrote in you about a month back? The one that looked so big that it would pop right out of the sky? I think it did. The gigantic star was nowhere to be found, and I was a little bit scared, but Tom, my brother, said that though it was a strange occurance, it didn't change anything within us, so we shouldn't worry about it. Well, he was pretty wrong.
First, let me tell you about how the New Year begins with a bang.
As my brother and I walked around the backyard for a little while in our warm winter jackets, we noticed that there was some kind of silence. Being a Viridian City citizen and living next to the Viridian forest, that was kind of strange. Most nights us people couldn't get any sleep because of the wild Pokémon activity. Last night it was eerily quiet. That was because there were no Pokémon to be found. Anywhere.
The news said it wasn't just Viridian either. The entire continent of Kanto had been stripped of Pokémon, as well as Johto to the west. According to the news, Hoenn and Sinnoh and Orre could not be contacted though. Flights traveling to those regions have also lost communications, and only a few port sailors who were out at sea came back, depicting a giant wall of fog that wasn't letting them leave anywhere.
I heard communications were down but it's strange though; I called my friend on the phone who lives in Goldenrod, and she answered completely without any disputes with the phone wiring. Then I heard from my parents that the news said communications with Johto and Kanto were working properly; it was only the other three that was giving them a hard time.
Still, this news about no communication was deeply overshadowed by the news that no Pokémon life can be found. Trainers are brokenhearted; I know I would feel the same if I had a Pokémon, but my parents never let me and my brother travel on journeys. Well, actually, they let my brother, but he turned them down and stayed with us. That doesn't matter though. I still can't get the sad feeling I get when I think about all those brokenhearted, and then when I think of a future world with no Pokémon. It's scary.
I really hope there's more answers tomorrow.
WHO YOU ARE
You are either a scared individual or one who seeks the answers to this mysterious phenomena. You may be a trainer or you may be someone who never got to be on a journey, but whoever you were before is slipping away. As the days go by in the RP, you will begin to change slowly into Pokémon. It may start at your face or in a shortness of height or loss of hair, change of hair color, or change of skin tone. The more days pass, the more like a Pokémon you will look. On any particular day in the RP you will choose to be the day you become a full Pokémon.
But no matter how much you change, something greater will come. Something that is maybe far more evil. By the time we reach a certain time in the RP, the star will grow ever so slowly once again. The next time it implodes, all new life may be ruined...
Unless you do something about it.
KNOWN FACTS SINCE 1/25/2013
Only Kanto and Johto have been effected.
There is no communication available to Hoenn, Orre, or Sinnoh. These regions are sealed off from any sort of transportation by a massive fog that will re-route anyone and everyone who crosses it back to where they were.
Transformation to Pokémon is inevitable. You can only control how fast or slow your transformation lasts.
Once a human has become a full Pokémon, there is no turning back.
Pokémon are gone from this new world. If a human was a trainer, there is almost no chance that they will ever see their Pokémon again unless special cases involving only if the human becomes a Psychic, Ghost, or Dark type Pokémon or if the Pokémon in question is one of the mentioned types and is powerful enough to hold a connection for a small period of time with its trainer.
1. No one is allowed to become a legendary.
2. This thread will be left OOC free after it begins unless it is for any RPer in general to inform the poster before of a misunderstanding written in their post. All late sign-ups must be posted in the OOC thread.
3. You should know your grammar before posting, and if not, have a dictionary, spell check, and beta reader by your side at all times.
4. Though this RP now has a plot to be followed, it has the same mechanics as the previous and works the same way as well, meaning that no boundaries are off limits (with the exception of Hoenn, Orre, and Sinnoh) and you can stay with the main group who goes after the main plot or travel alone or with another RPer elsewhere.
5. You are allowed to create your own plot to follow besides the main plot, but if you do, it will not be centered on any of the legendaries save Mewtwo.
6. No Godmodding, Powerplaying, bunnying, or any other basic no-no's.
7. Nothing obscene. Fail to follow and your off the RP.
7. This rule must be followed AT ALL TIMES! Have fun.
Age: (There is no limit to what age you can be, but be aware that if you plan on creating someone very young that you better play the part well and act that age.)
Gender: (This is important for obvious reasons. I'm also giving you so much liberty here that I will allow you to make a character that is becoming a Pokémon that is genderless (Magnemite) or of the opposite gender. Be sure that if your character is either of those that you state your original gender and the gender you become. Ex. Male to Female, Female to Male, Male/Female to Genderless...)
Location: (You are allowed to be anywhere in Kanto or Johto. State your region and city, though it would be nice if you were in Viridian or somewhere near so that the main plot could kick off quick.)
Pokémon to Become: (Two restrictions here, the first being that you cannot become a legendary. The second restriction is that you cannot become an evolved form of a Pokémon. Pick a Pokémon, and if it has a previous evolution, then the starting evolution is what you are to become. You are allowed to evolve, but only after a few days, weeks, or months of being a Pokémon and if you have a stone to evolve with if you are a Pokémon that needs one. You are allowed to become almost any Pokémon. Even the Pokémon of Hoenn, Orre, and Sinnoh. Irrelevant reminder, but remember that you control when you become full Pokémon.)
Appearance/Description: (Though what you look like will change throughout the RP, this is still needed. I want a paragraph or more.)
Personality: (I want this a paragraph long as well. It would be nice if your personality matched the Pokémon you are becoming, but it is not crucial.)
History: (Completely optional, but like the previous, this RP is also dramatically driven, so a good history on some aspects of your character's life wouldn't hurt to add tension or drama as the RP continues. A paragraph or more long please.)
Love: (It's back! Love interests. Simply put whether you are single and interested or not interested or get together with a buddy and RP as a couple in relationship. Mine is going to be Single and Interested, but you are allowed to contact me and ask if you want to RP as my character's love interest.)
Other: (Anything extra that does not fit anywhere else and adds to the sign-up goes here)
RP Sample: (Go ahead; blow me away.)
Name: Tom Rivor
Location: Kanto, Viridian City
Pokémon to Become: Psyduck
Appearance/Description: Tom's face is freckle filled as if drilled in with a nail gun. From the back, his hair is longer than most but only barely reaches to the lower half of his neck, and is not in an even flow. The only major appearance with him that sets him apart from the rest of his family are his green eyes. His skin tone is fair, and though the eye doctor says he needs glasses, he does not wear any. Not even contacts. He does however have prescribed sun-glasses which he sometimes wears on a random occasion.
Clothing wise, Tom pulls on a dark gold colored sweater on and black jeans. His sweater is made of a hard fabric. Upon being asked by his parents why he wears a sweater instead of a good, much stronger winter jacket for the cold, he replies that the sweater builds up so much heat in the inside that it does its job well. He is of course lying, and only said that because he loves the sweater and does not want to get rid of it. There is no special reason for his black jeans. Most of his jeans are black.
Personality: You might want to watch out. Though Tom has calm mind and usually states the obvious and is sometimes called uninteresting, he has a good bluff. A Poker Face, most would call it, but Tom answers by saying he does not know how to play the game anyway. He more or less learned this stiff look skill from his sister Amanda of the many times she forced him into strange situations, said situations ranging from white lies to, say, misconception of truth and what is generally wanted to be believed. Such as skipping school. And stolen pups. And rigged bets. Yes, his sister who is only fourteen is already exploring a very wild and unusual side of life, and Tom has always been tagged along for the ride when the mal feces hit the fan. Given that the situation is terrible, it is usually Tom that gets him and his sister out of a dislocated leg or two.
He can be very passive too, which adds to the bore factor that already grows around him. The only time his passive actions have ever helped him have been through fancy parties his parents sometimes put up at their house. Not even a super computer can calculate how many times he has been told how he was such a sweet, gentle, nice, and polite young man his mother raised. It was not so bad, if it weren't for Amanda telling nearly everyone at school about every mamas boy action he did. Yet somehow, she still convinced him to not kill her. It was a skill they both had. A skill Tom was not all too happy to share, but it wasn't the only thing they had together. They both had the tendancy to take any and every opportunity, even so much as a favor. Sure, sometimes they did not fall through, but that wasn't the point. At least, to them it wasn't. That is what usually got them into so much trouble.
History: Tom is the only member of the family to have green eyes. No matter how far back his family can be traced, no one has ever had green as the color. He has his own ideas, but it could be luck and probability chance that gave him those colors. He has as well tried to sustain a relationship with a girl from his school. They both broke up with each other under different conditions and the girl in particular starting a Pokémon journey. They made the good-byes and the break-up as emotionally painless as possible, and Tom has since then been trying to have another relationship. His family has delt with tragedy with the death of his brother the year before, 2011, on a fair August day. His brother Lucas had been thirteen years old and died of an unknown cause in his room. Police have not been able to report anything other than he might have had some sort of agent that went undetected and slowly killed him.
Love: Single and Interested
Other: Tom's birthday is on the cursed April 1rst. He has on so many occasions been given more pranks than gifts because of it.
RP PLAYER STATUS
Random_Fan: Tom Rivor, Psyduck, Age 15, Male, Single and Interested (Active)
Nerevarine: Ash Williams, Riolu, Age 16, Male, Single and Very Interested (Active)
Nerevarine: Rayna Harson, Ralts, Age 17, Female, In Love but Will Accept to Love Others (Active)
AExcalibur: Maria Hollander, Ralts, Age 16, Female, Single and Possibly Interested (Active)
Charizard_maa: Mike Anone, Absol, Age 18, Male (Original) Female (Pokémon), Single and Interested but no Time (Active)
Gummy: Cato Cornelius, Abra, Age 16, Male, Flirtatious but Uninterested (Active)
Lash: Adam Ake, Aipom, Age 14, Male, Uninterested Unless Opertunities Arise (Inactive)
Trainer Kat: London Luscious, Eevee, Age 17, Female, Single and Interested (Active)
: Maxwell Stephanopolous Ainsworth-Chamberlaine, Gastly, Age 17, Male, Single and Interested (Active)
Gamekrazy: Yuuki Modoki, Kangaskhan, Age 15, Male (Original) Female (Pokémon), Single and Interested (Active)
I, Riolu: Lee Hallows, Houndour, Age 15, Male, Single and Undecided (Active)
XunknownX: Aryn Evans, Cubone, Age 17, Female, Single and Uninterested at the Moment (Active)
Fallen Angel_Messiah of Black Roses: AJ Valentine, Riolu, Age 7, Male, Uninterested (Active)
SkyeSlipstream: Craig Hayuro, Sableye, Age 14, Male, Single and Uninterested (Active)
RP PLAYER NOTES
Remember that this RP is mostly free going and sign-ups are always accepted. If there is a late sign-up, I will send the late RPer a summary of what has gone on so far. You as an RPer are not tagged onto the main story either and are allowed to create your own plots and goals to follow so long as they stray away from the Legendaries not including Mewtwo. Oh, and if you can help it, it would be neat if a week in RP time could go by without anyone becoming a full Pokémon yet, though it is not required.
April 13th, 2008, 5:43 PM
Name: Ash Williams
Location: Viridian City
Pokémon to Become: Riolu
Appearance/Description: Ash has a straight forward face. It is gaunt and gets five oclock shadow if he doesn't shave within 3 days. Ash's hair color is jet black and it makes him look like a ghost on his pale Caucasian skin complexion. His eye color is cerulean and is practically the only color in his face. Ash has a slim body shape. His clothing consists of a dark blue button down shirt. Ash's pants are dark blue jeans with small pockets. His pokegear is on his left wrist and is always tuned to the time function. Ash rarely uses the phone function yet he still has both a map card and radio card.
Personality: Ash acts very social. He knows much about the world and likes to hear things. Ash has a very logical mind and he perceives everything from another person's view before he takes action. Ash is smart in his own way but doesn't know any solid facts. He speaks in metaphors and sometimes when he is talking to people he might change the subject before the problem is solved. This sometimes causes Ash to lose friends instead of gaining them. When Ash hears someone say something wrong even if he isn't part of the conversation he will still correct them.
Ash acts very lonely when he isn't with anyone. This is why he drifted throughout his journey.
History: Ash was something of a drifter trainer. He didn't train for glory, for the pokemon league or for the title. He trained entirely for the pokemon. Ash wandered around both Kanto and Johto during his pokemon journey. Ash trained one of each type, however his main trump pokemon was a Lucario called "King". However that is where Ash's history becomes unknown. The only thing that is known is that he was in Saffron City when the incident happened. When he saw his own pokemon die in his eyes he decided to wander amongst his feelings. Around present day Ash found himself on a bus heading to Viridian city.
There have been hints that Ash had a girl friend somewhere during his journey. However this is currently debatable. (Subplot)
Love: Single and very interested
RP Sample: I am going to use the one from the last rp. Not like I need it because you already know my rp style has been much better since then
The clock's red numbers changed from 2:40 to 2:41. It was AM and Ash was tired. His mom had told him to study as much as he could. But he didn't think he should study this late. It was 2:41 AM and he was searching up information on rock pokemon. Let me see Geodude evolves into Graveler. Graveler can evolve into Golem. The picture on the next page had a picture of a Golem in a battle ready stance. He yawned for a very long time and continued to read. Golem one of the strongest rock pokemon has a very good fire resistance. It can resist even a Charizard's strongest breath and still continue to fight.
Ash then closed the book that had the title "Encyclopedia of rock pokemon". He put it down and took the book "Encyclopedia of Fire pokemon." He looked at the heading Torchic. Torchic is chick pokemon. Because of its size it stays close to its trainer and fears most pokemon. However upon command Torchic can and will fight bravely. Once its relationship grows Torchic creates a bond between its trainer and may evolve. Then the page said "See next page Combusken".
Ash closed the Encyclopedia and started to think. Torchic, the pokemon I asked Professer Oak for. He said that Professer Birch may have one and would ask for one. That was one week ago and maybe he will have it today. I hope that I can be a good trainer for it.
The next day Ash walked over to Professer Oak's house. He went to the professor and asked "I would like a pokemon". He turned around with a grim look on his face. "Im sorry Ash but something has happened. For absolutely no reason all the pokemon in the world have... passed on." Cain looked very dumbfounded. "WHAT???" Professer Oak went over to his computer. "look i got an email from professors all over the world. Their pokemon have vanished from the face of the world." Ash was still looking dumbfounded. But he knew this would not stop him. "Wait you mean the Torchic I requested is... gone?"
Professer Oak answered "Yes im sorry". Ash ran back to his house. His dream was shattered into a million pieces. But this would not stop him from traveling through Kanto. He went up to his room and took off his shirt and put on his favorite dark blue button down. Then he went towards the Jeans he had placed on his chair the night before. He took off his sweat pants and put the Jeans on. Okay, I do not have any pokemon. But I wonder if there are pokemon still alive out there. Then he took off his white socks and placed his black ones on. Then he took off the boots he put on and placed on his old sneakers. He had these sneakers for a month now and they were worn and broken in. After putting this all on he went to the 2nd floor stairs and started to walk down them.
April 13th, 2008, 5:56 PM
Location: viridian city
Pokémon to Become: He already is one
Appearance/Description: He is a black flygon with a blade on the end of his tail and hypnotic red eyes. he has been a pokemon for a long time. which is why he evolved. it is rumored that he was never a human at all, and he was the only pokemon to survive.
Personality: he considers himself to be the most thing in the universe, but he is really just a crazy spazz. he leads team dark sky, with his assistants: glitchy the porygon z and a salamence named salamence.
History: (Completely optional, but like the previous, this RP is also dramatically driven, so a good history on some aspects of your character's life wouldn't hurt to add tension or drama as the RP continues. A paragraph or more long please.)
Love: single and not interested, not that anyone would love an evil flygon anyway(this may change later)
rp sample: I don't really have one... I hve one where he is yelling at salamence though. if you want me to post it, I will
I am only making him a flygon, because I love flygon, but I hate trapinch and vibrava
April 13th, 2008, 6:55 PM
Nerevarine: It's great to see a veteran to the Star in the Sky back. Your sign-up is good with the exception that you stated your characters name a bit too much in the appearance and personality sections, but I know you know what your doing. Your RP sample though ripping from the first one is a bit poor near the end (I even saw the name Cain there), but the newly created intro was good quality writing, so you are *Accepted*.
Darkly_the_flygon: I like how you try to be original, but unfortunately, you cannot be a Pokemon right from the start. All life of Pokemon is gone. All the same, your appearance and personality do not reach the standards (a.k.a. too short and jerky as well as too mystery dungeon-ish at personality, which this RP is not based on) that I'm looking for in this RP, and without an RP sample leads me to further declining you to be in this RP because I do not know how good you are at storytelling, which this RP is going to be hugely based upon. *Declined*
April 13th, 2008, 7:30 PM
Name: Maria Hollander
Location: Viridian City, Kanto Region
Pokémon to Become: Ralts
Appearance/Description: blonde hair hangs slightly below Maria's shoulders, often combed but still isn't as neat as those beauty models with the same type of hair she has. Standing at five foot five, Maria definitely isn't the largest person out of them all, but is fairly skinny and is quite agile when needed. Clear blue eyes, she has a face of beauty to accompany them as well, devoid of freckles or other markings that could degrade from her face's appearance. In addition, Maria has Caucasian skin pale enough to make her seem somewhat like a ghost.
As for Maria's attire, the first thing to notice would be how she wears a white sweater, different from all the other female trainers who try to pick up on male trainers by looking as unoriginal and yet fashionable as possible. Below that, is a purple skirt reaching just below her knees. Maria also appears to wear white sneakers and some regular socks, so mobility as a trainer isn't hindered much. The only accessory Maria has is a Poketch strapped tightly around her wrist.
Personality: Maria is fairly kind and caring to others, showing a gentle and docile nature when needed. However she can easily pull a fake one, manipulating someone she is sure she won't run into again with something such as a fake kiss on the lips. This is normally to obtain something she desires, and Maria's highest priority in her personality (the caring nature of her's) helps with this as well. Those who do gain her trust and friendship though, often end up able to avoid this negative portion of Maria, and end up being aided by her instead. Lastly, Maria often ends up lost in thought, and rarely if ever does something without a set plan. Due to this, Maria neglects the opportunity to lead, and sometimes ends up lagging behind, thinking about others and herself.
History: Maria grew up mostly a normal life to her. In her school years, she often hung out with a tightly-knit group of females that would get along with her and ended up pretty popular in the schools she gone to. As a lass, the girl managed to make many relationships, though most of her boyfriends ended up breaking up for their own reasons.
Starting to get into Pokemon by the fifth grade, Maria thought of taking an advanced course in Pokemon Trainers and Battling for junior high school. Once she had gotten out of elementary, the young girl pestered her parents and eventually managed to convince them to send her to a Pokemon Academy. There she was given three Pokemon (a Charmander, a Squirtle, and a Bulbasaur) in order to learn the basics, and had managed to do so with some difficulty. Content with this knowledge learned through her junior high years, once again Maria had managed to find a way to get what she wanted. It was mostly through good grades and studying to get her parents to allow the female to participate in the career of a Pokemon Trainer.
The journey as a trainer was much more harsher than Maria had imagined though. If it wasn't for the Charmander she had chosen as her starter in Pallet Town, and the fact she was lucky enough to come across a Ralts (perhaps because Maria was feeling very cheerful at the moment?) in Viridian Forest, chances are the girl would choose for something such as a breeder. However eventually she continued on, catching Pokemon here and there to increase her data on the Pokedex, though the only two Pokemon that proved useful were the Charmander and a Ralts, whom evolved into a Charizard and a Gardevoir by the time Maria was at the Pokemon League. Celebrating, Maria chose to return to her family in Viridian City as it was also Christmas Vacation (for those who were still being taught in school, at least).
Unfortunately on December 31th, 2012 the star in the sky went out, and access to Hoenn (Where the Pokemon League Championships were planned to go to in the beginning of Spring) was unavailable. Along with several other catastrophic events, the worst one possible for the lady would be that her two Pokemon, the ones whom brought her so far, had suddenly vanished, along with the other Pokemon in the world.
Love: Single, and possibly interested.
Other: Nothing, really.
RP Sample: I can make a new one, but here's a post from a RP I made a while back called "Construct." I just noticed something though. Both RPs have the character with the same first name. I really gotta stop reusing names so much.
Stuck in the darkness, a young morph appeared to be sitting motionlessly on a mattress. All that was visible of her were red eyes, staring at a steel door leading out of the room she was in. It was confinement, punished for nothing she had really done. But no one cared, well at least for those who somehow owned her. The morph stared, as the dim cell gained light due to the steel door opening. A person in a black outfit, consisting of a black tee with a red R on it, black pants, shoes and cap of the same color. In addition, he had several Pokeballs as well.
"Come on," the grunt said. The morph stood up, her white skirt reaching down on the floor. If she could, she would retaliate. But there was no way to do so, as those whom taken her captive have placed a collar on her neck, rendering any usage of her Pokemon abilities useless. Following the grunt, she and him proceeded throughout a system of complex halls, until reaching a door, not any different from any of the others.
"So yea, you can probably guess, but just another check-up. Sometimes though, I feel a bit sorry for you, as all you're stuck doing is waiting in that cell. However, even if you do escape, you're gonna be a reject to most of society, and even your own family, you know? Just gonna be a hermit all your life, living in a cave or something," the Rocket said to the morph, as she didn't listen. Just something to make her feel better, then he instantly made it worse, reminding her that any chance of escape wouldn't help. All she was were a lab rat.
Knocking on the door, the grunt and she had waited for several more minutes, even though there was no actual way to memorize the time, due to a lack of a clock or any grunt willing to even say a word around her in the entire facility. The steel door slid into the wall, as a scientist with a similar outfit and frameless glasses appeared into view.
"Another check-up from the boss?" the scientist asked, eying the two a bit. Of course he knew the answer. She was one of the most important morphs as she was one of the originals, and they were STILL tampering with her DNA just because things still needed to be perfected. The only thing worthwhile was to turn her completely into a Pokemon or back into a human, so at least something accepted her. It was no use to protest, as any words she would spit at the two would be ignored.
"Yep, he still won't bother letting her do anything around the base, even though every damned Pokemorph in the place has some sort of job around here, except her. They still won't even let her in that project," the grunt replied. Again about the damn project. Supposedly, the Rockets been sending morphs in so the scientists could examine the effects of an artificial world. Through some overheard conversations, the morph even found out it was so the boss could play God for a while in an alternate dimension, even ending up to catch some of the Sinnoh legendaries. Most of the important ones never did hide on Earth anyways, so this would be a chance for him to find some.
Even more annoying, was the fact that the Gardevoir morph wasn't allowed to do anything except some excerise, practicing the abilities she had gained, and to rot in the cell. Some morphs were allowed to roam freely for good behavior, though they also had their powers limited and were confined to only a portion of the base. Still, she was the only one tortured like this. Why? She was the original Pokemorphs, and to the Rockets, she was trash.
The scientist walked out of the doorway, allowing the morph and the grunt to enter. The man was found at a computer, checking up data from some of the hard drives he had inserted.
"Subject Name: Maria Corina, Subject DNA: 282 Gardevoir, yea that's done now so someone doesn't complain when they end up checking my work. Uh... Yea... Mind putting it to sleep again? I got my Pokemon taken away again for skipping that last time..." the scientist said. She was to be put to sleep or paralyzed, for obvious reasons. Blood samples and such had to be taken, and this was only to prevent any struggling. The scientists and medics had some... Inexperience with their own equipment, so it was going to sting. A lot.
"Fine..." the grunt said, disgusted with having to waste energy on calling on one of his most disliked Pokemon. A red and white sphere was tossed to the ground, as a larger sphere of purple, venomous gas appeared from it. Maria knew what was coming up next. Yet, even if she tried to move, she would be punished even more. Anything she did was at a loss, and the grunt and scientist seemed to not care if she got damaged long as it didn't interfere with the work. The Ghastly's eyes glowed a bright blue, as the ghost managed to somehow restrain her with a move called Mean Look (where just by staring at a Pokemon, the victim was trapped for several seconds). The blue eyes turned back to their original color, as the morph felt drowsy and ended up falling onto the marble floor. The Ghastly had done it's job and was called back as Maria fell asleep quickly.
Please excuse me for not filling out the sign-up completely. I just tend to notice these kind of RPs which have a scent of success in them at the last minutes of the day. I promise I will fill it out tomorrow. Just not today, as I have to go to bed soon and to get ready for school tomorrow. So look forward to a hopefully decent sign-up when I get back from school.
April 13th, 2008, 7:41 PM
Name: Rayna Harson
Pokémon to Become: Gardivior|Will start as Ralts\Will evolve into Kirlia
Appearance/Description: Rayna (http://montyoum.deviantart.com/art/DFII-Wallpaper-Angel-81485674)
Personality: As a dancer Rayna knows nothing better, She loves everyone she meets and at times is to kind for her own good. She won't think twice about helping another and has no higher priority then making sure that everyone around her is happy and comfortable.She loves to cook for everyone especially parties, she constantly gives out hugs when people need them and the occasional kiss if the circumstances call for it.
History: Rayna was raised by Breeder parents and grew to love pokemon. She raised many herself and sold them to very rich people, her favorite to raise were Chatot's (http://behindtg.deviantart.com/art/Chatot-55056934) which she had many of, she taught them all to talk and she loved to just sit in the aviary and carry conversations with the tiny blue birds. Nothing much happened in her life, until Alex showed up in it. Alex was a traveling Pokemon trainer from the Shinnoh Reagen. She fell in love with him and offered her one and only Shiny Chatot, he didn't except it saying that he had no need for it. He told her that if she wanted he would take Chatot only so that he could send her messages. Rayna accepted and handed the Chatot named Andy over. After Alex left Rayna waited for his first message, it came a week later and stated that he was back in Shinnoh and that she was in his thoughts every day and that he was planning to return fallowing the next full moon. Rayna rejoiced every time Andy arrived with a note, falling more and more in love with Alex as time went on. until on day, She got a very different kind of message, it was an officially sealed letter from someone that she did not know, It had on line and one line only, "I'm sorry for your loss." Rayna knew immediately what it meant, it meant that she would never see Alex again. His pokemon and affects were delivered to her by Nocowl a few days later and Rayna couldn't bare to see the things that he had bought for her. His backpack had blood on it and she was unsure how he had actually died. she sent a message to the one who had sent the message to her but got no response. She cries for her lost love still and will forever think of him.
Love: She loves Alex but is willing to accept the love of another if they wish for it.
Other: Rayna is a musician as well as a dancer and singer, she can play the Bass, the guitar, and the keyboard. (not sure if that was important...) It is also quite possible that Alex (http://subject-222.deviantart.com/art/Still-in-bed-76975914) did not die and that he will make an appearance... *smiles evil*
RP Sample: You be so right Random, it is missing something... let me see what I can do about it.
Rayna ran her hands over the beautiful Bass that Alex had bought her in HeartHome city, It was a breath taking black with the slightest hit of yellow near the center, it's neck was long strong and made of something far stronger then the wood that they were normally made with, "Oh Alex... you didn't have to!" she looked to him, even sitting she had to tilt her head back just to look into eyes, as brown as the Noctowl he had ridden to get to her, that were forever smiling even in the depths of misery.
"I wanted to." he said before he leaned forward and kissed her gently on the forehead, "You deserve it." His lips brushed over her soft skin as he spoke, and his breath warmed her as nothing else possibly could.
She wrapped her arms around him; keeping the bass balanced in her lap as she did so, "Oh Alex..." Tears of overwhelming joy flooded her eyes and dropped onto her blouse, "I love you so much."
"I love you too." he said pulling back, a chuckle touches his heart, "I just wish that we didn't' live so far apart."
"Then stay here Alex... you said you liked it here." Rayna said taking both of his hands in hers, his hands which must have been three times larger then her own, trembled slightly. “Won’t you stay with me Alex....?”
Alex only smiled and said, in a voice that showed how many times he had since the relationship began, "I can't just abandon my Pokemon Rayna. They need me back in Shinnoh." he chuckled slightly at the hurt in her eyes, "But I promise you, I will one day take you to Shinnoh, when I have a house to call my own. And there my love, we shall live and raise the family we have been talking about.”
Rayna smiled despite herself, She began to make small circles on the backs of his hands with her thumbs, "Alex...why-?" she stops short when he reaches forward and kisses her full on the mouth. The kiss was long and warm making her melt against him in a way she never had, the emotions that he put into that kiss was enough to make even the Chatot’s around them see how much he truly loved her. She placed her hands on his chest and allowed the kiss to continue into something that seemed to have no end and no beginning. When he finally pulled away Rayna could scarcely breath let alone put a proper sentence together, "...Alex..." she was able to whisper as she lay her head against his strong chest. Although hidden behind a thick traveling jacket, the muscles that she knew he had twitched slightly with the rise and fall of his respiration.
Alex ran his fingers threw Rayna’s long black hair, he closed his eyes and thought about how lucky he was to have found her, after all his years as a Pokemon trainer he knew that he had been missing something. Never had he expected that the thing he had always been searching for was this angel that he held in his arms, as he wrapped his mind around how long they would once again be apart, one thing stood above all others, "Never leave me Rayna." He whispered hugging her tightly as though afraid she would in fact leave him.
"I won’t..." she answered and looked up at him, "I will never love anyone as I love you Alex." He lowered his head and covered her mouth with his, Reyna sighed as he pulled away. “Alex...” A cold like none she had ever felt fell over her and Alex was gone, “ALEX!” she looks around her, even the bass that he had bought her was gone. “ALEX!”
Her own screaming woke her, she sits up so fast that the Chatot’s flutter around the aviary, Rayna placed a hand on her forhead tears flowing from her eyes at the loss of the wonderful memories that she had just drifted into. She looked around the aviary, twenty tiny eyes look back and one of the small blue birds actualy asks, “What wron’?”
Rayna burried her face in her hands, It had only been three days since she had gotten the letter and two days since she had receaved the bloody pack and all of his pokemon. She turned to the backpack which she had kept close to her ever since the Noctowl had dilivered it. She had already looked inside, all it had was his trainer card and Battle City points card, he had been a high ranker.... had been. Rayna sobs as a Chatot lands on her shoulder and rubs it’s head against her cheek, “I miss him so much...” she whispered to who ever might have been listening.
I think that's it... toodles!
April 13th, 2008, 9:17 PM
Name: Mike Anone
Gender: Male (original) to Female (pokemon)
Location: Pallet Town
Pokémon to Become: Absol
Appearance/Description: Mike is around 6'11 and very skinny with a very narrow face that shows his very tanned skin. Long dark brown hair sometimes covers his brown eyes but it is no longer then a little pass his ears. Mike is mostly dress for travel with a simple pair of red running shoes that lead up to his baggy blue jean pants that are being held up by a black belt that use to carry his pokeballs. Mike also wears a red button up shirt that is under a long green jacket that has four pockets. A backpack could been seen over his shoulder to carry large items that don't fit in his jacket pockets. A blue Poketch can be seen around Mike's wrist.
Personality: Mike tends to be a bit distant from other people but does enjoy being in crowds and around people since he prefers to just be around people and as he would say, "It is better to eat with a group then to eat alone." Mike is the type of person that like to know a lot of things thus making him feel that he is pretty knowledgeable about most things. This want to know things has also left Mike to be a determine person and sometimes this will leave Mike to work on something until it is done which leads to him forgetting something like eating lunch. A friendly person once a person starts talking to him but Mike rarely speaks to anybody unless he is seeking information.
History: Mike started out in the Sinnoh region at the age of ten as a pokemon trainer. Starting out with just a small turtwig, Mike travel though out the Sinnoh region defeating gym leader after gym leader to work his way up the Sinnoh Pokemon League. Still while on this pokemon journey, Mike did took the time to view the vast land of Sinnoh and became very interested in the Legends that were found thoughout the Sinnoh region.
Mike eventually competed in the Sinnoh League and did fairly well to reach the top sixteen. Mike was glad of himself but felt like he could do better. Mike did wanted to continue on to other regions but felt like he needed to learn more about pokemon so he decided to learn how to become a basic breeder. The first pokemon he breed was a small charmander which he later on made sure it was rasied to a strong charizard with the help of his now Torterra. Still Mike's intrest in Legendary pokemon never died down and as the years went by, Mike grew more intrested in the Legendary Pokemon of the world and the legends surrounding them.
Mike eventually decided to see the leading professor of Sinnoh, Professor Rowan, asking to work under him as a lab assistant to learn about Legendary Pokemon. Mike, at the age of 15, felt that this was the time of his life where he must try his hardest to learn the most that he can in order to make a career in pokemon like he wanted. Professor Rowan saw this and decided to let him be a lab assistant for him. After a few months, Rowan decided to use Mike’s talents as a traveler to be a field researcher by finding information about the Hoenn Legendaries. Mike agree to the job and went there to see the ruins that were in the Hoenn Desert, Sky Pillar and the three mysterious caves in Hoenn. While doing this, Mike decided to continue keep his skills of a pokemon trainer sharp by taking part of the Hoenn Gym League and eventually completed in the Ever Grande Tournament to make the top twelve once he was done with his research for Rowan. Mike even befriended an absol to join his group of pokemon that included his Torterra and Charizard.
Mike return back to Sinnoh with a lot of data from Hoenn including what he believes what could be a tie between the ruins of the Hoenn Desert which was called Mirage Tower, Sky Pillar and the mysterious caves. Rowan seemed proud in Mike's work and after some time to organize the work, Rowan asked Mike to investigate the Legendary Bird Trio. Mike agreed to the job and sent off for Kanto.
While in Kanto, Mike visit Pallet Town since it is every trainer dream to visit the famous Oak lab while seeing if he could get information about the Legendary Bird Trio. While there not only did Mike receive information about the Legendary Fire Bird Moltres has been reported to be seen in the mountains of Kanto's Victory Road but that it was actually really close to Pallet Town. It was the night before Mike was going to leave, which happened to be New Years Eve, did Mike witness the disappearance of his pokemon. Now Mike travel alone heading for Viridian hoping to catch any information about where his pokemon went expectedly his closest pokemon trio, Torterra, Charizard and Absol, while trying to seek information about the Legendary Bird Trio.
Love: Single, interested, no time. Still would like to find somebody though.
Other: Mike found out that singing helps a pokemon developed and while he tries, Mike just sucks at singing but still his pokemon did enjoy him singing.
RP Sample: From The Ivory Tower RP (http://www.pokecommunity.com/showthread.php?t=122125&highlight=absol+pokemorph&page=3)
A fury of flames were shot at a fast rate but soon a whirlwind came out and gather up the flames and then shot it upward and then began to wrap around an absol pokemorph. The flames and wind didn't hurt the absol pokemorth at all. He was dressed in baggy clothing and just stared at the combusken pokemorph. It was then beginning to charge at the absol morth.
Mikel just stood there with his shield made up of flames and wind. He had used Razor Wind to help gather up the flames. He could feel the warmth of the flames against his fur and the light from the flames lit the dark chamber. Mikel could see the combuskin morph running at him with a glowing claw. Mikel could tell that the morph was going to attack Mikel with a SkyUppercut. Mikel knew that this attack would do a lot of damage to himself if the let that attack hit him. Still Mikel knew that this match was done.
The combusken morph was only a matter of feet from hitting MIkel but Mikel just waved his hand and span around releasing the combination of Flamethower and Razor Wind from his control and rushing at the combuskin morph. The flaming bird pokemorph jumped up but soon the wind and flames followed and trapped the combuskin pokemorph. The pokemorph let out a yell of pain as the flying and fire attacks ripped off feathers from the combuskin morph. Soon the wind and flames dispense and the combuskin morph fell to the ground with a soft thud. The combuskin morph just laid there unable to countinue the fight.
Mikel had already began to walk away from the scene. This dark and cold chamber was nothing new to him. Almost daily he is here being force to battle others like himself just for amusement. He could see faces from a window that loomed high above him. Still he didn't mind. Nothing really matter to him. These kind of things always happen to him and it made no difference.
"That was good Mikel." said a Shade to the absol pokemorph. He then smiled and said, "Take a rest for the day."
Mikel nodded and didn't even look at the Shade. He then walked up the cold stairs to his room. MIkel was walking on to his room. The hallway was dark which he didn't mind and it was cold but that was not a problem too. Still he pasted the room that was next to his and heard the words 'escape'.
Mikel stopped for a moment and then walked on. He then walked on but stopped again once he knew that he couldn't be seen from the doorway. MIkel for some reason didn't know why the word 'escape' had made him stop. He just stood there to hear more.
April 13th, 2008, 9:47 PM
I want to join this rp but my sign up would come a bit late.PS i haven't joined any rp before but i can assure you my grammer is not that bad.let me in if my sign up is acceptable.
April 13th, 2008, 11:15 PM
Will complete soon.
Gender: Female to male
Location: (You are allowed to be anywhere in Kanto or Johto. State your region and city, though it would be nice if you were in Viridian or somewhere near so that the main plot could kick off quick.)
Pokémon to Become: Charmander
Appearance/Description: She has sapphire-blue eyes.
Personality: Rough and tough(I want this a paragraph long as well. It would be nice if your personality matched the Pokémon you are becoming, but it is not crucial.)
History: (Completely optional, but like the previous, this RP is also dramatically driven, so a good history on some aspects of your character's life wouldn't hurt to add tension or drama as the RP continues. A paragraph or more long please.)
Love: Single and thinks romantic love is for brainless beings, therefore, immune to romance.
Other: (Anything extra that does not fit anywhere else and adds to the sign-up goes here)
RP Sample: (Go ahead; blow me away.)
April 14th, 2008, 8:27 AM
sorry about my character... I just don't like any basic pokemon, flygon, salamence and porygon z are the only pokemon I like, but I could sign up as a character that becomes a porygon (because I don't mind porygon)
April 14th, 2008, 1:17 PM
Placeholder for the win. xD; I have papers and stuff due, so I can't finish right this moment, but it'll probably be finished sometime Wednesday. The name...well, her name's gonna be explained later in the sign up, promise. =]
Name: London Luscious
Location: Viridian City
Pokémon to Become: Eevee, but will evolve into Umbreon
Appearance/Description: Standing at 5'5", and weighing around 101 lbs, London is both edgy and beautiful. She has shoulder-length black hair (quite obviously dyed), complete with copious amounts of layers to give her the typical 'scene' kid hairstyle. Occasionally, she will accessorize and put clips in her hair. Her piercing blue eyes are always lined perfectly, heavy black eyeliner running along both her top and bottom lids. She has thick eyelashes, which curl drastically upwards with the help of an eyelash curler. These are always coated with black mascara. Depending on the day, she wears a different colored eyeshadow, each shade flecked with glitter. Her skin has no trace of acne, and her eyebrows are always shaped to perfection. Her wardrobe is quite trendy as well, her usual top being a black "wife beater" tank top, coupled with a black mini skirt that flares out just below her butt. Slung low around her hips is a stud belt, three rows of studs present. Despite having an extremely short skirt on, London's legs aren't bare. She will wear either black leggings or black fishnets. If she wears the leggings, she has a pair of black heels with an ankle strap that she wears, and if her selection is the fishnets, her calves are covered by black go-go boots with a two inch heel. This style, however, is not London's work. Her stylists do all the work for her. Though you'll never hear her admit it, she has neither done her hair nor makeup, nor selected an outfit for herself in the past two years.
Personality: Despite her all-black garb, London is actually a fairly nice girl. She is social and outgoing, and in a room full of strangers, is usually the first one to make conversation. She gives out smiles like they're candy, an action that often causes the males around her to nearly faint with excitement. However, London is not some two dimensional, overly happy buffoon. She can get extremely cocky, and whether this is because of her looks or her popularity is currently unknown. Occasionally, she can become condescending, especially if she's being bothered far more than any normal person should. She doesn't take criticism well, and is prone to sulking if she feels insulted. Despite these rather minor personality flaws, she is quite easy to get along with, and rarely causes drama. London has never fallen in love, rather, it's always the boy who is prone to falling for her. In fact, it's rare that she's short of boys to date.
History: London Luscious was born in Violet City to middle-class parents. She attended public school from the time she was born. She was inherently smart, and received high marks in elementary and middle school. It should be noted that while London had it in her to excel at school, she fell in with the wrong crowd almost as soon as she set foot in high school. However, not everyone in her 'group' of friends was a bad influence on her. Among the drug addicts and the alcoholics, she found a boy. A boy who would later go on to be her best friend. Jacob was quite possibly the nicest person she'd ever met, never failing to compliment her when she was feeling down. What she didn't know was that there was more to Jacob than met the eye. The boy had been suffering from depression, and before their friendship, he had failed multiple suicide attempts. The knowledge of this caused London a great deal of heartache. When she was fourteen, she was just finishing up her freshman year. It was then that Jacob's parents decided to move to Verdanturf Town to get away from the big city and, hopefully, help Jacob heal. London has not heard from him since, though she still refers to him as her best friend.
While everything I've told you up to this point may cause London to appear to be a normal girl, this is not at all the case. In fact, London is a rockstar, and a relatively well-known one at that. When she was just shy of fifteen, she and four of her male friends formed a garage band. Initially, the project was intended to be simple fun, though as they progressed, the group decided they wanted to pursue a career in music. After a ton of wheeling and dealing (comprised mostly of flirting, thanks to London), a local bar/hangout agreed to book them as the opening act for a slightly popular local band. The crowd's reaction was astounding. The overwhelming approval from the public allowed the band to return a second time, only now they were the main act, rather than the pre-show.
Despite their initial success in Violet City, the band simply hadn't become the stars they had wanted to be. For these next few months, London and the boys found themselves playing in bars, mostly in Azalea and New Bark, though since both were small towns, the shows weren't as extravagant as the band wanted them to be. A month or two after London's fifteenth birthday, the band decided they were going to play their final show, going all out and making it as spectacular as possible. Of course, they selected Violet City as the location, in the same bar where they had gotten their start. And the show was remarkable for a final performance. Many fans who approached them afterwards excitedly informed them that it was their best show yet...including a fairly well-known producer. After minutes of grilling, the man signed them on, provided they would record each song with the same passion they had displayed in their "final" performance. And of course, the band agreed.
Their road to fame was not an easy one. About three months into their contract, one of the band members, Jack, got closer to London. Closer than he should have. Jack asked her out, and the two began dating. Most anyone in the music industry will tell you not to date your band members, but neither Jack nor London heeded the warning. Their relationship interfered with their career, as the couple would often ditch the band in order to spend time with each other. London, however, realized this a month after they began dating, and broke it off without a second thought. Furious, Jack quit the band, and the group was left with the daunting task of finding another drummer...not to mention Jack had been a crowd favorite. Their salvation came in the form of Reggie Hicks, who was later renamed "Reggie Rampage" to continue on the theme the band had started.
In fact, London's real name is Delilah Rose Hawthorne, but currently, the only person whom she ever told was her best friend, as he is the only person she's ever been close to. London Luscious is merely a stage name. Currently, the band is on tour across Kanto. Or, they were. Viridian City is meant to be their final performance, which is why London is there now.
London has never trained, nor handled Pokémon. Her cousin was a Pokémon breeder, and gave London's family a freshly hatched Igglybuff as sort of a 'family pet'. That's as far as her interactions with Pokémon go.
Love: Single, open to a relationship.
Other: London's part in the band is singer/guitar player.
Tomorrow would be a long day. This was the conclusion Dean came to as he sat atop Heath’s bed. His guitar still sat perched on his knee, given minor attention in the form of a handful of soft strums. No, Dean had become more interested in something else, at least for the moment. Heath had stood to retrieve two plastic bags from his backpack, causing a grin to spread across Dean’s face. It was a move that the boy recognized all too well. The bags, one of marshmallows and one of chocolate chips, now sat between the two roommates. The marshmallows were tiny, the ones you would drop into a mug of cocoa. This excited Dean immensely. Though he was usually a cocky brat, he found himself occasionally taking pleasure in small, insignificant things. This was one of those times. Reaching down, he scooped up a handful of marshmallows, being sure to mix in four or five chocolate chips. This, he popped into his awaiting mouth.
“Man, Heath,” he managed through chewing. It was at this point that he swallowed. While he was often extremely rude, Dean drew the line at speaking whilst eating this heavenly concoction. It just wasn’t right. “You da man,” he finished. The junior stood, clutching his guitar with one hand. The other, he dragged through his shaggy black hair. It was still just as soft as ever. His guitar found itself seated in its usual stand in the corner of the room, while its master began to strip. Everything Dean was wearing, sans boxers, was soon heaped into a crumpled mess against the wall, leaving him clothed in only the black shorts. Never mind that the white shirt, which was growing increasingly wrinkled by the second, was part of his uniform. Dean couldn’t be bothered to deal with the fabric at this point in time. He was sure his roommate wouldn’t complain, anyway. This wasn’t the first year they had roomed together, after all.
It was obvious by the muffled creaks of the ladder that Dean was ascending the steps to his bed. Without another word, he planted his head firmly on the pillow and shut his eyes.
There was no doubt about it--Dean was a restless sleeper. The sheet on his bed was now tangled around his legs, and the quilt…well, who knew where that was? As if to tell him he needed to awaken, light shone through the curtains, landing directly on Dean’s eye. At this, he furrowed his brow. Who was the sun to tell him to get out of bed? As if he, the attractive, rich Dean Caldwell, could be controlled by the sun. In one fist, he grasped the pillow beneath him and, in one swift motion, flung it at the window. He would be satisfied with himself, only now he had nothing on which to rest his head. The choice was his. He could either get up and get the pillow, at which point he would already be awake enough to get dressed, or he could try to sleep rather uncomfortably without. He decided on the former. It was already light enough in the room, to the point where he would not have to flip the light switch. As he descended the ladder, one balled-up object caught his eye.
“There you are!” he exclaimed gleefully, gathering the fallen quilt into his arms and hoisting it up onto his bed. The cover had obviously fallen in the middle of the night, most likely the result of one swift kick from Dean.
If there was one thing that Dean Caldwell was skilled at, it was quick showering. The warm water was certainly welcome after a cold night without a quilt. Into his hand, he squirted one glob of coconut-scented shampoo, letting the fragrance enter his nose before rubbing the shampoo on his hair. He could almost feel it permeate his scalp. Once he had both lathered and rinsed, he applied a conditioner, also containing the sweet smell of coconut. This was responsible for the silky smooth feeling his ebony locks carried.
This was the extent of his primping. Part of his appeal, after all, was his “I’m-too-cool-to-care” attitude. Now that he was dry, he began to dress. Momentarily, he considered substituting his black hoodie for that required sports coat, but he decided against it. It was better not to anger teachers on the first day back. They would probably chastise him for wearing a wrinkled shirt as it was, as if the pink tie didn’t anger male teachers enough.
The trek to his homeroom class was not a time consuming one. Dean was tall, and his strides were long. Upon reaching the newly segregated class, he slung his arms around two blondes, flashing them each a sparkly Dean smile.
April 14th, 2008, 2:28 PM
Name: Cato Cornelius
Location: Viridian Forest
Pokémon to Become: Abra
Appearance/Description: When you first look at Cato, words like ‘geek’ or ‘nerd’ enter your head, and with good reason too. Standing at a measly five feet, five inches and with those scrawny arms and legs, you’d have to be blind to mistake him for intimidating. His eyes are a magnificent olive shade, but due to his bad eyesight, one would have to stare through his thick glasses to see them. In a desperate attempt to look at least partially cool, Cato regularly gels his short, jet black hair, as that seems to be the ‘style’ at the moment. Nevertheless, his effort is easily over shadowed by his choice of wardrobe. It is a rare occasion for anyone to see Cato without his lab coat and a pair of dress pants. On his belt, where most Pokemon Trainers carry their pokeballs, he carries an assortment of scientific tools (magnifying glass, goggles and a notepad). His usual footwear is his favorite pair of white sneakers— or more accurately, his once-white sneakers, as they have been dirtied by many treks to the Viridian Forest.
Personality: Not having much of a social life, Cato spends most of his time alone. This has caused him to develop an anti-social personality, decreasing his chances even more at gaining friends. Aside from his anti-social problems, Cato can get quite cocky at times. He may not be the strongest or fastest, but his intelligence is vastly superior to that of his peers. He’s quick to prove someone wrong or ‘show off’ his smarts in even the silliest of discussions. He takes almost everything seriously, even jokes or sarcasm. But what’s worst of all is that he’s EXTREMELY stubborn and when others try to inform him of his flaws, he tells them otherwise before they can even finish.
History: Ever since he could remember, Cato never had much interest in becoming a Pokemon Trainer. He always viewed the profession as barbaric and degrading to Pokemon. Instead, his goal is to be a famous Pokemon professor, like Professor Oak, who lives only a short distance away. With no friends to hang out with and no Pokemon to train, Cato spends most of his free-time going to Oak’s lab in Pallet town and observing his work. Recently, immediately before the incident, Oak had noticed the young boy’s ambition to become a professor and, through parental consent, sent him on a week long expedition to the Viridian Forest, which housed the largest variety of bug-typed Pokemon in Kanto. You can only imagine his frustration when all the Pokemon mysteriously vanished.
Love: Single and uninterested, but does try to flirt (and fail epically).
Other: None that I can think of.
“WHAT? THERE’S TWO GYMS NOW!”
Jamal was staring at a crumpled up paper in his hands and was breathing rather hard. He was just given his schedule (which also held his room number), a student handbook, that hideous uniform, and a small map of the new Academy. His sudden outburst gained him a few questioning glares, but he paid no mind to the passing students. The young male had been hoping to be the first to sign up for basketball tryouts to show his commitment, but with only an hour to spare, there was no possible way he could check out a second gym if the first one didn’t have the sign-up sheets. Frustrated, the teen crumpled the map into a paper ball and threw it at what looked like a passing freshmen. Without waiting to see if he hit his target or not, Jamal grabbed his suitcase and made a run for what he hoped to still be the boy’s dorm. As he ran, he glanced at the sheet of paper that held his room number.
“Room 25... hey, that’s my old jersey number!” he screamed in triumph, pointing at his chest as he was wearing said jersey. Again, he was greeted by the stares of countless students.
As he thought about the coincidence of his room number and jersey number, Jamal failed to notice the young woman running in the opposite direction. With a loud— and quite painful— thud, the two slammed into each other and fell to the concrete. The angered student quickly sat upright, ready to scream at what he thought to be a male freshman. His jaw literally dropped as he saw the young girl pick herself up, along with her books, and walk off with a slight limp. Jamal had never seen a girl so close to the boy’s dorm, or on the Armon side for that matter. Realizing he’d need a few days to get used to the gender mix, the teen got to his feet, dusted himself and his suitcase off and continued his walk to his new room. The large building was in plain sight now, but fearing another unpleasant crash, Jamal paced himself. Surprisingly, the closer he got to his destination, the more females he saw walking by and a lot of them didn’t look half bad. Instead of thinking of who his new roommate would be, Jamal found himself wondering how most of the cute ones would look in their gym uniform.
Lost in his train of thought, time seemed to slip silently on by, and Jamal reached his dorm in what seemed like a couple of minutes. People were flying in an out of the building, hoping to make as much as their hour as possible. As a returning Junior, Jamal knew that tryouts sign-ups went beyond the first day of school and decided that he’d just check out the gyms whenever he was free. Rubbing the side of his head, as the pain from his run-in with the young girl had yet to pass, Jamal walked up to a security guard in the middle of the hallway. He stood infront of the man for sometime, but the guard didn’t respond. It was then that Jamal noticed the sunglasses on his face and came to the conclusion that it wasn’t very easy for the man to see indoors.
“Hello? Anyone there?” Jamal asked while pulling up his pants. His father had asked him to wear a belt for at least the first day. Naturally, he didn’t listen.
“Do you want something?” the guard replied, pulling down his shades to get a better look at Jamal.
“Yeah, I was just wondering if you could tell me where to find room 25.”
“How old are you boy? You gotta be a sophomore at the very least, and you still don’t know your way around the dorm?” he questioned with a grunt. Jamal made a small grumble of his own. He hated his sophomore year and now he was being mistaken for one.
“Forget you, then!” he shouted before staring down the security guard and storming off. Just one of those moments when he really appreciated his height.
It wasted most of his hour of roaming but Jamal finally found his room. The ‘2’ was hanging upside-down, making the room number look like a ‘55’. He had actually passed by the room a couple of times but on his third go, found it weird for 55 to be between 24 and 26. He reached up to fix the number but stopped an inch short. A sudden idea struck him and a sickly grin appeared on his face. He decided that if he was going to have trouble finding this room, so was his roommate. With a small chuckle, Jamal retrieved his room key and unlocked the door, which swung open with the lightest of pushes. Jamal stepped into his home for next school year, and was pleased with the improvement from his old dorm and former senior roommate. However, that’s a story for another day...
April 14th, 2008, 2:47 PM
Name: Adam Ake
Location: Viridian City
Pokémon to Become: Aipom (which will evolve into Ambipom)
Appearance/Description: A first look at Adam would lead people to think he is an oddball. His hair is a bright shade of purple, obviously dyed. The length of his hair reaches his shoulders, and then some. His left eye is barely visible, hair nearly covering it. What pushes up that small bit of hair from completely covering his eye is a pair of thick rimmed black glasses. Eye color still stands out behind his glasses; A light purple color, matching his hair. For a shirt, he wears a short sleeved white undershirt. Over that, a dark purple, sleeveless zip up, thin vest with a hood. The zipper isn't all the way up, just a small three inches from the top. Pockets are visible in the front of the vest, due to the light purple interior. Placed on his hands, are black, fingerless gloves with a gray cuff. For pants, Adam wears normal dark blue pants with a small rip in the right knee. Finally, his shoes are black, with black laces.
Additional appearance info: Adam stands at the height of 5'2", weighs around 115ib - 130ib. Skin color, Caucasian.
Personality: A frown is placed on his face. Though he may look to be one of an angry soul, what with the glasses and the long hair covering one eye, he actually is an all around nice guy. Always one to step into conversations, or even fights, he always wants to come out of most situations laughing or with a smile on his face. Never is he one for violence, only fighting for self defense. Another personality included into all these would be a sense of never giving up no matter what the cause. Standing, not falling. Whenever being criticized or made fun of, he tends to ignore with his frown. He is an intelligent person, thinking before acting.
Love: Uninterested unless the opportunity arises.
The Grand Tournament by Trainer Kat
Marcus knew Kat was smiling in her victory. A smile emerged on his face when she came over to stroke Pikachus fur. He also pet Pikachu, proud of what it had done, and how hard it battled. Though, the smile turned to shock when many Pokemon known as Spearow began pecking at Charmander, Kat, Marcus, and Pikachu. Pokemon hurt, and trainers not use to this, such a sudden attack, Marcus yelled out an attack.
He didn't even know he yelled it out; Just pure instinct controlling him. Something controlled over Pikachus body, its wanting to protect and fight. Its body released a mass amount of electricity, shocking all the Spearow around, unfortunately Marcus, Kat, and Charmander too. The attack and motive caused more power to be released. Marcus got up after falling from the shock, next to Pikachu, who looked good and ready, though hurt.
More Spearow began to advance, however the Fearow yelled, it being the boss, commanding all the Spearow to stop. This, was its battle now. Its beak began spinning, and launching out many strikes, Fury Attack. Pikachus cheeks sparked, as Marcus told Kat to stay back quickly, him rushing up infront of her. Pikachu was ran out of energy though, when it tried to release a Thundershock to counter the Fury Attack, but not much was released. Marcus blocked, as the Fury Beaks hit both him and Pikachu. Little blood was drawn from Marcus, but more hits were taken on Pikahcu.
Marcus ran to its side, as the Fearows beak began spinning again. This time with more power however, a drill of power launched at the trainer and Pokemon. This, was a Drill Peck. Marcus ran up infront of Pikachu, arms out to defend it, him going to take the hit head on to defend. Pikachu however, jumped up on Marcus, then jumping out infront of him to take the Drill Peck. The attack hit Pikachu, making it fall to the ground. Marcus held back tears, but Pikachu was hurt.
The Fearow was angry, as lightning bolts became more vigorous. Fearow began charging for Marcus and Pikachu. A bolt of lightning came crashing down for Marcus and Pikachu. Marcus feared for his life. He thought this was going to be the end. But it wasn't. Pikachu ran up in anger, taking the lightning bolt dead on to its body in one jump. The lightning bolt dissipated, Pikachu now sparking with power in the air, falling down.
Its body absorbed the blow. Time became slow, all was quiet. Pikachu yelled its name, as an explosion of electricity emerged from its body. Fearow and Spearow caught in the electricity, this seemed to be a premature Thunder attack. The explosion ceased, Fearow still in the air, body sparking. It was though to be supposed to knocked out, but it wasn't. Badly damaged, it was more mad. Marcus only had once choice now. He quickly gave Pikachu the enlarged Pokeball, picked it up, and threw Pikachu towards Fearow.
Fearow collided with Pikachu, but not with its body; But with the Pokeball it was holding. It was sucked in by the ball in a red and white light, as Marcus caught Pikachu. The ball shook, but not for too long. Fearow was caught. The Spearow began flying away. The clouds began clearing, as Marcus fell down to the ground, panting. He used the last of his waking energy to give the caught Fearow to Kat, throwing it in her direction.
"I.. lose the bet... There is your caught Pokemon..."
He said, as he rolled over onto his back, panting. A rainbow appeared in the sky, which barely caught his eye. As his consciousness faded out, Marcus saw a glowing, small, cat like Pokemon flying through the air, near the rainbow. It flew away from sight, as Marcus' eyes closed, panting. He was unconscious now, but still alive.
School gets in the way of RP, sad. Alas, a placeholder. Will finish within the week~
Edit: Well, I finished what I could. Sorry if it seems, "skimpy" at all in any parts, I was typing this kinda late during the night. And, I seriously haven't done a lot of RPing within the last coupl'a months, so sorry once again if anything is lacking >:
April 14th, 2008, 7:25 PM
AExcalibur: It's pretty good. Be aware though that your character coming across a Ralts in any which way or form in a Kanto area is highly unlikely. Still, your writing is far superior than even my own. XD Not to mention your character is believable. *Accepted*
JBCBlank: There's something missing in your RP sample. When I read it, I didn't feel much other than the words flying by my mind. Your sign up is okay, but the sample is very shaky and sketchy. I'm actually stuck with what I should do. Can you fix up the sample? I'll get back to you when that's done.
Charizard_maa: It's a very good sign up. Your RP sample has a few bumps, but it is acceptable. *Accepted*
Borax12: Sure, I guess. If your sign up is good enough, you will be accepted. But since you have nothing so far, I can't do much of anything.
Star-wierd letters-star: You go on and complete it then. >_>
Darkly_the_flygon: You are allowed to try and try again. When your sign-up is good enough, then you will be accepted. Work on it.
Trainer Kat: Wow, this is like a preview at the movie theater, and it looks pretty good. XD Finish up soon.
Gummy: Nearly flawless. *Accepted*
Lash: Finish up soon.
Fallen Angel_Messiah Of Black Roses
April 14th, 2008, 7:56 PM
Hey I remeber this.. I'm a bit rusty, if ya remember me.
Name: Noah Valentine
Location: A traveler, currently in Viridian
Pokémon to Become: Lucario
Appearance/Description: Noah is pretty tall, he stands at a nice 5 foot ten, he weighs around 185 pounds. Noah has red eyes, but most don't see them as he always is wearing shades. He has black silky hair in a short ponytail, he is latino american so he has somewhat dark skin.
He wears a black trenchcoat with a white cross on the back, he wears black leather pants and a black muscle shirt. He wears black combat boots with steel bottoms, fingerless gloves.
He will usually be carrying around a large bag.
Personality: He is usually not very talkative, somewhat mysterious. But he can think quick in a situation and always tries to be the voice of reason. However, when caught in a moment of complete and totall shock, he isn't as cool and calm as he would want to be. He tries to be nice to people he meets, making sure they feel comfortable around him, which is difficult... He just tries to be a nice guy, overall.
History: He started out normal enough, but around the time he hit college, things got wierd. As in getting kidnapped wierd. He was a test subject for a very choice experiment involving bio-weaponry. Basically, he was supposed to be the ultimate solider, however he escaped before it all took shape, and he ended up just stronger then regular. But not superhuman.
Love: Single. Unintrested.
Other: Be ready for a few strange shockers with this guy..
Noah's smile faded away, this wasn't how it was supposed to end. He waited for his ears to stop ringing from the heavy spray of bullets that had just bombarded his position, apparently a cement cover wasn't enough to stop them from piercing into him. He felt the pain, the awful flashing pain of bullet wounds. And the smell, the sickly sweet copper smell of blood was everywhere.
He looked up at the beast who had shot, it was huge, it might've been a man, once. But now it was a hellish beast that wanted his blood, wanted HIS life. Noah could only gape at the thing, it stood atleast thirteen feet tall, it had a large gaping cyclops eye, staring right at him.
It's body was etched with hundreds of stitches, and on it's arms, attatched on was a chainsaw, and a mini-gun. " Well...thats it...thats...it." Noah mumbled, blood dribbling out of his mouth. Before he blacked out, he heard the deafining roar of a chainsaw. And then. Nothing.
April 14th, 2008, 10:23 PM
Name: Yuuki Modoki
Gender: Male to Female (because its an interesting idea, and I love putting my characters in weird situations.)
Location: Pewter City
Pokémon to Become: Kangaskhan
Appearance/Description: Yuuki stands at 5'2, with brown eyes, blonde hair, and a light skin color. He is normally seen wearing a brown cargo jacket, the same shade of brown as a Kangaskahn’s hide, along with baggy cargo pants, also of the same color. His jacket usually goes unzipped down the front, and underneath he wears a white lighter brown t-shirt.
Personality: Yuuki tends to be a bit on the grumpy side, easily annoyed when people goof off or use sarcasm in serious situations. However, he can be generally a very good friend, always attempting to help out if a friend is in trouble. He isn’t the type of person to sit by and watch while something happens, and hates feeling helpless.
History: Yuuki’s older brother, Ichiro, headed out to be a pokemon trainer seven years prior to the star in the sky incident. His starter being a charmander, he left off to go explore the pokemon world with his pokemon, always coming back to visit on new years day. With Ichiro’s return for the first time, his family was amazed by his progress. He had expanded his pokedex to nearly 100 after one year of travling, and had expanded his team quite a bit.
His main pokemon was his Charizard, already fully evolved. He looked so different from when Yuuki remembered him, that small, timid looking lizard from the beginning of his brothers journey. Of course, there were additions to his brothers team, such as his Gengar and Alakazam, whom never seemed to get along, his Tyranatar, witch was simply antisocial, a Milktank, wich always was in a jolly mood, and finally a Kangaskahn, who was very overprotective of her child (whom everyone called Kenga), and frankly scared Yuuki. One new years when his brother was there, the large pokemon let its child out of the pouch for a bit. Yuuki decided to play a game of tag with it, and at first the little pokemon seemed to be having fun, until it was Yuuki’s turn to be ‘it’. When the mother saw the child chasing hers, she got very mad very fast, thinking that Yuuki had bad intentions. Luckly, Ichiro was there to stop his pokemon, but from that day forward, Yuuki has always been afraid of his brothers Kangaskahn.
Yuuki had gotten a package from his brother, whom had been adventuring in Jhoto, the night before the Christmas prior to the star incident. In it contained his present, a pokedex, because that was the year Yuuki was to start pokemon training, and attached was a card. It said the normal stuff about missing family, and not being able to wait till new years, but there was something else this time. The card mentioned that Kenga had grown too big for her mom to carry her anymore, and because Yuuki was to be traveling with him, he was wondering if he wanted the little Kangaskahn as his first pokemon.
Yuuki was uncertain about all of this, not positive how the mother would react (there had been no mishaps since the first one) but he guessed he would see how it would turn out when his brother and his pokemon arrived.
But no pokemon arrived on new years day. In fact, pokemon were nowhere to be seen. Pokemon, and his brother as well…
Love: Single, and interested
RP Sample: Taken from Pokemon Annihilation: Conquest on Serebii forums.
Megumi sighed as she looked down at the picture in her hands. It was a photo of her entire class that they took earlier this year. Well, at least it had been her class. They moved shortly after the picture had been taken, and now here they were, moving once again, merely five months after entering their current household.
She placed the photo in the box, and sealed it up to be brought down to the moving van (I say 'down' due to them being on the second floor.) Kai was sitting by the window to Megumi's room, watching Luso try to help get the box filled with all of Megumi's moms books into the van. Kai watched in amusement at the Riolu's attempts, knowing full well how many books the mom of the household actually owned, and already knowing it weighed many times more then the poor pokemon trying to move it. It was then that Hikaru came over and lifted the box for the pokemon, setting it inside the truck much more easily then the Riolu.
Luso marveled at his Sensei's abilities, while the Dragonite scratched the back of his head, saying it was nothing, really.
Hikaru began to head back into the house, with Luso marching right behind him, when something odd happened. Hikaru and Luso began to feel an uneasy feeling, like the type you feel when something big was about to happen. Hikaru, worried by said feeling, headed up the stairs for Megumi's room, Luso following right after, concerned about their friend.
However, the moment the two pokemon entered the girls room, there was a bright flash of light, and all four of them found themselved atop a large mountain, staring at a pokemon that they all believed to be a myth, who was telling them all some quite unbelievable things...
"Wha..." Megumi stammered, very confused by all that was happening, confused and afraid "What do you mean! S-since when has the world b-been in danger? Why do we have to save it? Whats going on!"
She felt a familiar hand upon her shoulder. It was Hikaru there to give support. It didn't matter what was going on, he would be there for her, the same with Kai, who jumped upon the dragonites shoulder, and Luso, who stood faithfully at his side. They would be there for their friend, and that made her feel a little better.
Lugia groaned a bit as his eyelids began to open, and he started to awaken from his unconscious state. He began to recall what had happened before he had fallen, only to wish he hadn't. The last things he remembered were seeing the beings whom used to be Zapdos and Moltres, give the orders to have him infected by a Deoxys, but after Arceus' rescue, everything began to blur. He looked over at Articuno, just as injured up as he was, and a pang of sadness went through his heart. Her two brothers had just been taken from her, and there was no way of telling if they ever would be able to return to normal, or if the only way to be with them again would be to become one of them. He could not help but feel like it was all his fault somehow. He wished there was something he could do, he would gladly give himself up in exchange for the three birds freedom at this point. He had never felt so powerless. He, a legendary pokemon, was coming to realize just how weak he really was...
It was then that he realized the humans. There were so many assembled, and in his current state, any one could throw an ultra ball and have a fairly good chance of catching him, however he knew that if Arceus had called them there, they should have been of pure hearts. He trusted Arceus, and held onto the hope that somehow, yes, somehow they would be able to get through this, stop the Deoxys, and reverse the infection. Yes... somehow...
April 15th, 2008, 2:33 AM
Lash: It's fine. The only “skimpy” part would be a phrase in the RP sample, but even then it is still an obvious mistake that anyone can make. *Accepted*
Fallen Angel_Messiah of Black Roses: Yes, another veteran. Only, you weren't kidding when you said you got a little rusty. >_>; You fall a little short in all areas and your character seems pretty 2D, not to mention that Lucario is a second evolved form. As well, your character would not flow with the plot easily and may have to be alone for a good chunk of the RP if you were accepted. It's good to see your expanding on the subplots you can have, but there's a lot to be worked on. Sorry. *Declined*
Gamekrazy: Your RP sample looks promising. Finish up soon.
April 15th, 2008, 3:33 AM
Name: Maxwell Stephanopolous Ainsworth-Chamberlaine
Pokémon to Become: Gastly
Maxwell stands just above six feet tall and seems even taller, having the kind of immaculate posture you'd only ever see on magazine covers, or in those too rich for discomfort or worry. His hair is thick, shoulder-length and black as coal, always well-groomed but left hanging in a rather sloppy do. With eyes a dusty green colour, he gives off a somewhat dim, uncaring appearance - even though green is a warm colour, Maxwell's gaze looks cold and barren. In front of that gaze, he wears a large pair of thick, rounded square glasses. In every part the rich kid, he has only the slightest tan - seemingly to show off the fact that he has no need to be out in the sun, save for leisure. Naturally, Maxwell is the owner of a huge and varied wardrobe, but his favoured set of clothes is a simple black business suit, made to be light-weight and cool. He also owns a pair of corrective sunglasses.
Having free time to spare, and mounds of cash to boot, Maxwell keeps himself fit using his top-of-the-line personal gym. While he has neither the genetics nor the time spent to be truly buff, he keeps his body in good condition.
Personality: Maxwell likes to take it easy, and rarely exhibits any strong emotions. He is out to enjoy himself, and cares for little else. Being the type to easily get bored with an activity, and having the money and spare time to do it, he has taken up a large amount of (and discarded almost as many) hobbies. Examples include pokémon training, calligraphy and ping pong, among many, many others. He is always on the lookout for new passtimes, and even once, if only for a short time, considered joining Team Rocket.
Maxwell is rarely shaken or shocked, or emotionally moved at all. He takes his own steady mentality for granted, and looks at other people with a certain amount of disdain for their tendencies towards large egoes, violent aggression and meaningless depression. He does not suffer from much of a conscience, and has no qualms about hurting other people. Despite this, he is willing to make friends with people who have interests similar to his own, at least for as long as these people keep their cool. Once Maxwell finds a person to be too emotional for his tastes, he is likely to cut their friendship forever. He is very conscious of this side of his character, and would not have it any other way. He refuses to acknowledge any feelings for another person unless he can accept them intellectually as well.
In later days, what with the disappearance of his pokémon, Maxwell has rediscovered panic and frustration. He challenges these emotions bravely, and strives to overcome them - either by himself, or through getting back what was lost. He had a close relationship with his pokémon even after ending his pokémon journey, and occasionally took them out for a battle or a training period.
History: Born to a wealthy business mogul in Vermilion, Maxwell grew up surrounded by every toy, car or outfit he wished for. However, he quickly grew tired of the things he had, and switched hobbies almost as often than he switched underwear. Trying hobby after hobby upon hobby, he found a few that were interesting, but quit most as soon as he started. Pokémon training was among the things he gave a more serious try, and he kept having the occasional battle even after he gave up on the sport - six badges already in his pocket - returning to Vermilion to satisfy an urge to try out business management, and that's where he remains to this day.
Love: Single, interested but picky and paranoid.
Other: An approximate list of Maxwell's current hobbies: dart-throwing, chess, RC-cars, violin, banjo, sleight of hand/magic tricks, ventriloquism.
RP Sample: ( I used this to good effect last time. :P)
The steady clip-clop of bare hooves against rock signalled the approach of a rider, or in the very least a horse. Round a bend came this horse, a fine steed indeed. A destrier, milky white like brand new parchment, with eyes darker than bottomless pools of the finest ink.
Its tail bore the same dark hue as the eyes, as did its hooves, and the horse looked clean and newly groomed, as if had it left a king's stables mere moments ago. Although the horse had no crinet, the creature's head was protected a beautiful chamfron of silver-like metal, golden symbols lining its edges and the sign of infinity skillfully engraved between the eye slots. It was covered in heavy barding as well, made of the same shining metal as the chamfron, and covered in the same symbols.
Now, the horse was not riderless, and the rider was no less decorated than his steed: clad in shimmering full plate, though helmetless, he sat tall upon his mount, an unearthly brilliance radiating from his very person.
The paladin, for he must have been a paladin, truly resembled the knights of a bard's tale, fair to look at in spite of his scars, armour like sparkling silver and hair like sparkling gold, a sword by his side and a shield by the other. The men would admire him, the women moreso, and the children would follow him through the streets.
Here, however, he was alone, slowly travelling across the rocky ground in shadow cast by the cliffs. The knight was in a good mood, it seemed, for he was smiling, humming a popular tune as he rode. The horse did not seem bothered by it.
It was impossible to tell if he truly had a goal or was just trying to stick to the shadow, or both. But, as he followed the cliffside on his faithful steed, it was inevitable that he would happen upon the beaten body of a young man, dressed in charred robes on uncertain origin.
"Gadzooks!", the knight exclaimed, pulling at his reins. The destrier obediently halted, curiously eyeing the boy. "What ill fate has befallen this young man?" The rider asked himself.
Dismounting, he catiously approached it, leaving the cliff wall behind, his feet now treading grass instead of rock. As the body made no move the knight walked right up to it, in the mean time reaching into his armour, sticking three fingers inside the uppermost opening. From it he brought a small golden rectangle, connected to a thin brass chain that ran around his neck. The holy symbol of Scinta, godess of knowledge, to those who know such things.
With it outside his armour he spoke to the body at his feet.
"Are you alive or dead?"
Though he may have looked like the very empitome of heroism, and could certainly have acted the part if required, he felt he could allow himself a jest.
"If you are dead, I will forgive you for not replying."
April 15th, 2008, 8:29 AM
*sigh* It appears I'm finally done. Hope it's acceptable~.
:< I'm sorry if the history's a little short, I couldn't think of anything else to write.
Fallen Angel_Messiah Of Black Roses
April 15th, 2008, 1:28 PM
Decided it might be better to have a simiilar character as too before, without the wierdness possesion things. -_-;
Name: AJ Valentine
Pokémon to Become: Riolu
Appearance/Description: AJ has somewhat long blond hair, but not long enough for any ponytail's or anything. He has angelic blue eyes. He is around four foot, maybe a little smaller, he only weighs around 50 or so pounds, he doesn't have too much muscle as he is just a little kid, he's just real skinny. He is caucasian. His skins a bit paler then he wants, but thats because he doesn't get enough sun, which is understandable. Sorta.
When AJ noticed something that seemed like panic he decided he would need to look tough, so he dug out his halloween costume and started wearing that. His costume is that of Links, floppy green hat, brown undershirt, white pants and green tunic. He also wears leather brown boots. He is hoping he looks intimidating like this, but so far no one has been awed by his plastic sword.
However, on a regular day, one where something strange isn't going on in the world... He will wear a usually colorful, oversized T-shirt with a light jacket with a picture of a pikachu on it, a pair of ratty blue denim jeans and some scruffy red sneakers that have not dirtied to much, since he doesn't do alot of activities. He usually never ever wears a hat, because he easily gets hat hair and it looks wierd.
Personality: AJ tries to be a hero, he tries to be brave. But fails MISREBALY. Because in reality, he is just a small wimpy timid boy. However, he can be great company as he always follows orders (in fear of getting beat up..) And tries to please. He'll occasionaly crack jokes, which have the humor level of a 2nd graders... but atleast he tries. AJ is actually pretty lazy for a kid, unlike all the hyper and sports playing kids, he enjoys a nice day of playing his gameboy color.
When faced with comments about the fact that he may be too young he promptly pouts and will usually do it anyway, which usually gets him in unwanted trouble, it's generally annoying of him.
A bad thing would be at waht seems to be the WORST times he will talk louder then he really should, and maybe he's little gullible, Okay, Really gullible. Pizza man on the moon? Sure, he's asking what toppings. He's just like a sponge, soaks things in and belives them without any evidense. Your average 2nd grader.
Other: not much to add here.
AJ was at the park swinging, " Hey, Alex. Did you hear on the news, about the pokemon?" Someone said, they were close to the swing so AJ could hear just about everything. " Yeah, something about them vanishing...or something like that." The other person replied. " Yeah, they just all...vanished. Just like that."
AJ was confused. " What'd ya mean that the pokemon are all gone?" He inquired from the swing.
" They're just gone, kid, poof!" The man said before leaving with his friend. " Before I even had the chance to have one..." AJ sulked, he got off the swing and headed home, his house was just a block or so down. " Why would they just dissapear like that..." He wondered as he began to saw what the real damage was. People, everywhere.
It seemed like everyone was either yelling or screaming, about their pokemon, it was head aching. He tried to quickly pass the area of yelling and screaming people. One woman grabbed him and yelled in his ear " Where is she?! My poor doggy! Oh Madona!" AJ tried to push the old lady off, this was insane! What was going on in the world? Running to avoid any rioter's he made it too his house, basically uninjured, an empty house.
His house was never empty, his parents were always here by now.
This day was defiantly not normal. And to make matters worse, he had an awful headache, he held onto his head, wishing his mom was here to give him some medicine or somthing...
AJ opened his eyes quickly and looked around, what just happened... He looked at his feet, glass was there and above him... a blown out lightbulb. However, since his headache was gone, he didn't pay much mind.
April 15th, 2008, 1:43 PM
I hope this is acceptable. It's not as detailed as I would like it to be, but if you need anymore information I'll gladly add it. Also, I'm sorry that the RP example is so short.~
Name: Rose Pryce
Location: Kanto, Veridian City
Pokémon to Become: Skitty
Appearance/Description: Rose is 5' 4" and has an average build, slightly curved, but not to busty; she has a longer torso with shorter legs. Her skin is a light peach with pink tones. Instead of getting the bronze tan she always seems to get irritating sun burns.
Her hair is a golden blonde, slightly wavy at the tips, with side swept bangs. She changes her hairstyle depending on her clothing and mood, but most of the time she is with two pigtails. Normally her hair, when down, hits the middle of her back.
She likes to wear cute, but comfortable clothes since she is a Pokemon trainer. Her main outfit is a white collared shirt with a mauve sweater vest over it; the vest has the picture of a pókeball in the upper right-hand corner. Her bottom is a khaki skirt with pleats, accessorized with white leggings, so she can move freely. Her shoes are black and white converse style with black shoelaces.
Personality: Rose is a very naive young girl. She is optimistic and can be very determined, even when the odds are against her she gives it her best; perhaps a tad stubborn when her innocent determination takes over. Also, her childlike behavior sometimes undermines her views of the horrid events taking place around her.
History: Rose lived with her younger sister and single mom in the Kanto region. Her mother is a retired contest contestant from Hoenn and trained her two daughters to follow in her footsteps; eventually wanting her daughters to venture to Hoenn and Sinnoh. Even though Rose is very girly and tagged a 'prep' she was determined to become a Pokemon trainer. Her mother protested her daughter's wishes, but after taking matters into her own hands, Rose was given a chance to show her willpower on becoming a Pokemon trainer. The two agreed that Rose would battle a first time trainer like herself at Professor. Oak’s lab and if she won she could follow her dream. Sadly, she lost, but her mother finally realized her daughter’s feelings and the way she connected with the Pokemon. She allowed Rose to begin her journey.
Rose soon found out her mother was against her becoming a Pokemon trainer because of her father, a trainer who also loved Pokemon, but departed their family because of it. Rose made a promise to her mother that she would come back one day, but after she was considered a master and beaten the Elite Four.
Love: Single and interested~
Other: She loves to write poetry.
Rose stretched her limbs, her hair catching the rays from the sun, her bouncy pigtails glowing a bright gold. Muffin, her upbeat Plusle, clung to her shoulder, basking in the warmth like her owner. After a good nights rest at the local Pokèmon Center, the young trainer was eager to begin the day, hoping that perhaps a battle or new addition to the team was included in the schedule.
"Are you hungry?" She asked, grinning up at Muffin who nodded energetically. Rose chuckled, knowing how much the small creature loved the Pokèmon food she carried.
Sitting down at a bench outside of the Center, she slid her backpack from her shoulders and rummage inside for the plastic container of brown pellets and a bowl. Muffin hopped down onto the bench next to her, squeaking as Rose shook some of the delightful pellets into the little bowl.
April 15th, 2008, 3:15 PM
Wow, this is getting pretty huge. o_o;
Only moments ago I realized that more people than I first imagined were signing up. The last Star in the Sky had more than ten people, but not all were active, so it seemed more like four or five. This is the beggining and already I'm bombarded with sign-ups, and I'm not sure if handling so many RPers in one RP is wise. >_>;
Alright, let's just get straight to business then. I really want to start this thing today.
Trainer Kat: History's too short. Next!
Nah I'm joking. This is ideally another flawless sign-up. I would say something more, but there isn't much to say about it. XD *Accepted*
: Your sign-up is good. The personality of your character is probably going to really go against my character's actions once this gets started, hehe. *Accepted*
Fallen Angel_Messiah of Black Roses: I'm not going to lie to you; it is an improvement. The appearance and description section is questionable, the personality section is alright, and the RP sample is okay. It's going to need a little more tweaking.
PkMn Trainer Rose: The personality is a bit on the short side. Everything else meets requirements, and I already know your pretty good at RPing from your post in “The End.” All I ask is that if you can, lengthen the personality.
Okay, whoever wants to sign-up, I will create an OOC thread. Those that have placeholders here and have not finished their sign-ups are allowed to finish them in this thread. New applicants though need to hold on to those sign-ups as I get started on the first post, and then the OOC thread.
April 15th, 2008, 4:01 PM
I redid it Random, I put more stuff and stuff.... XD that sure tells you alot don't it? What do you think...?
April 15th, 2008, 6:02 PM
JBCBlank: It's much better. Thank you. ^_^ *Accepted*
And now, we begin.
AIRWAVES SALVAGED FROM
AREA DEAD ZONE
AUTHORIZATION TO VIEW COMMUNICATIONS
ENTER AUTHORIZATION ACCESS CODE
SINNOH TO JOHTO
LAST KNOWN COMMUNICATIONS
THREE HOURS AFTER
SINNOH Airwaves Technician: “This is our 9th attempt at communications. Johto Skies, do you read?”
JOHTO Airwaves Technician: (STATIC)
SAT: “Johto Skies? Come in Johto Skies, where are you?”
SAT: “There is no response from Johto Skies. I repeat, no response—,”
JAT: “Grraaaaaaaaaaooooooohhhhhwl! GRAAAAAAAAAOOO—,” (DEAD LINE)
ALL SINNOH AIRWAVES EMPLOYEES
VANISHED FROM SIGHT
NONE HAVE BEEN SEEN AGAIN
Any which way Tom Rivor looked at it, there was still no sense. If he looked around him, he'd see so many lives with so many different stories to tell. A lot of these people who stumbled into each other were in tears for obvious reasons. A lot of these people he saw were trainers. Their lives were being derailed and falling on a fast track, and they were scared to the extreme. They did not, possibly could not, stop and think or even hit the brakes.
So what was he doing at the Pokémon Center? He thought about that question and remembered the morning. He was up at around 4:00 AM, shuffling around the living room with the rest of the family. By then, they had all heard what was going on. The reporter on the television had been very blunt when he spoke it out. It almost seemed like a joke. How was he supposed to accept that what started as a few stolen Pokémon would scale up to all of Kanto being rid of the life? It was not something that would sink in lightly. Later his uncle Gregory would recieve a call from the Pokémon Center, directly from his employer Nurse Joy to get his arse to work because of so many trainers in disdain. All help was required. Even volunteer help.
Oh yes, that was how he ended up there. He volunteered. Of course. That would not explain why his sister Amanda walked through the front doors though, shivering from the cold snow that had accumulated outside. She was freezing cold. And worse; his parents told her to stay home. Tom knew why she was there though. She really wanted to help out. She somehow either talked them out of it or brought it upon herself to escape to this wild and crazy Center. Thinking about all he had done in the morning up to the current time at 7:00 PM, calming trainers everywhere they had gone, he now wondered whether he should warn his sister or let her suffer hearing the heartache stories a lot of the trainers would not stop crying about.
Either way, he greeted his sister as she removed her jacket the way he always did. “What are you doing here?!” he shouted. “Do Mom and Dad know you're here?” She gave a weary smile. That would be a no. She had something in her hand. Quickly, with the brotherly love he so used with her, he took it from her and looked at the front cover. “What's this?”
“Hey!” Amanda shouted. “Give that back!”
She pulled it out of his grip and looked the precious book over, as if it were all she had left. She rubbed it, cared for it, and kissed it, all the while making Tom gag jokingly with her. “So what is it?” he asked. “I've never seen you with that before.”
“It's called a diary, dork,” she said. “I keep all my stuff here; you don't just take a diary from someone like that! In fact...” And she immediately pulled a pen from her pocket. With a single click of the ball point, she scribbled on the front cover gently and with such precise cursive handwriting. Then she practically shoved what was written in his face, and she read aloud what was written. “Do not touch, Tom!” Then she pulled it back and hugged it again. “So what's going on here?”
“What's going on here?” Tom laughed. “You haven't even told me if you had permission to be here!” Though he waited for her to answer, she was not going to. He sighed. He might as well tell her the news. “Nothing has happened and we still don't know where the Pokémon have gone off to. Now go home.”
But she would not. Frustrated, and not wanting to deal with his sister at the moment, Tom let her be. She made her way to Nurse Joy and offered herself as a volunteer.
That's just perfect, thought Tom sarcastically. To ocuppy himself some more he returned to the waiting area with a notepad and pen. He was ready to jot down every detail of what Pokémon any trainer was missing and would lie to them by replying that their companions would be found soon.
April 15th, 2008, 6:10 PM
"Your a real angel Ash"
*Bump* Ash Williams hit his head of a handle bar inside the dark bus. He shook his head and looked around. He must have fallen asleep on the bus again.
Ash slowly looked around and saw he was the only one on the bus. "Last stop, end of the line." The driver said getting up. Ash slowly got up minding his head this time and stepped off the bus. Once he stepped off he breathed in the good fresh air. He was so used to the smog in the cities like Saffron and Celadon he forgot about the nice air in Viridian
Ash fumbled around in his pocket and found a small pokeball he forgot about. Memories of King began to stream into his head. But he ignored them and began walking. Slipping the pokeball into his pocket
Ash didn't know why he was in Viridian. He intended to go to Pewter. It might have been a simple mix up with the busses. Either way he walked towards the pokemon center. The crisp 7PM air felt good against his skin.
Ash walked into the pokemon center. He saw that there were quite a few trainers there. He noticed someone jotting down information and sat down next to him. "Busy night huh?"
April 15th, 2008, 6:26 PM
Rayna entered the Pokemon Center, She didn't know why she was there, all she knew was that her pokemon were gone and that maybe someone would know where they were. She held Alex's pack in her hands, "What am I going to do?" she wonders as the huge Noctowl that had carried her there shoot it's head, "Stay here Noctowl." she said and tried not to cry, Noctowl had belonged to Alex, Alex had always ridden Noctowl when he came to visit her.
Rayna turned to look inside and saw alot of trainers standing all over, unsure where to go she placed a hand over her mouth and shivered, This is not the place for me, she thought and began to make her way out of the room, then she saw that Noctowl was gone, "NOCTOWL!" she shouted so loud that she was sure that everyone would turn to see her. She held Alex's Pack close and squeeks when his Trainer card falls out and hits the floor scattering his Shinnoh badges all over the floor, "Oh!" she falls to her knees and picks up one of them, "Alex...."
Blinking she soon realizes something that made her feel quite foolish, "you were never there were you Noctowl...?" she begins to cry, she hadn't realized that her greef was quite so strong as to cause halusanations.
April 15th, 2008, 6:27 PM
Tom's attentioned turned to a new face. The teen who had spoken to him couldn't be but a year or two older than him, but his eye sight may have been playing tricks. The facial fuzz the teen had going on could be manipulating him to believe that this teen was much older than he appeared. Whatever the case, it was a new face, and therefore meant some more writing to be done.
“Yeah, it's been pretty busy all day.” And then Tom yawned. He hadn't realized it, but maybe there was a reason why the creator of all invented something known as naps. His eyelids felt heavy. He had to shake off the tired feeling just to get back into the feel of the job, and now more than ever he regretted ever volunteering for this. “So what are you missing?” Tom asked upon impulse, ready to write.
April 15th, 2008, 6:34 PM
"NOCTOWL!" Ash heard just before the person writing said something. Ash turned and saw a girl dropping her bag. Ash got up and walked towards the girl. She began picking up some badges off the floor. Ash slowly scooped them up along with the case and gave it to her. "Here you go. You have to be more careful." He said as he walked back to the person sitting down
"Oh I am missing a Lucario, a Blaziken, A Ghastly, a Feraligatr, an Alakazam and a Scizor." He said coolly.
"So whats your name?" He asked after. Curiosity got the best of Ash when he asked this. He was just simply curious to the teen writing things down. He felt like it was the right thing to do.
"Ash Scizor cut my dress again."
"What do you want me to do?"
"AIIIIEEEE" *Freeze* Ash shook his head at the flashback. Ever since she.... went away Ash kept having nightmares and flashbacks about her. Ash looked up. "Sorry about that."
April 15th, 2008, 6:37 PM
Just how did it make sense?
It didn't, well at least for a girl in her late teens named Maria. In an instant, all the Pokemon of the world disappeared. Many trainers were depressed from this, as their prized possessions, even family to some, were gone in a flash. No more Pokemon Trainers, no more breeders, no more contests. Only one thing mattered to Maria though: The Pokemon League Championships in spring were going to most likely be canceled unless something could be done, and fast.
Was this a cruel joke from Arceus, one of the most powerful Pokemon to have ever existed? This was enough to shatter some people's minds. Maria just hoped that if the Pokemon deity wasn't all nice as it was thought to be, this was the worst of what might happen next. Maria just didn't want to think about what might happen next.
A subway train stopped. As the door opened, Maria walked out of it. She had planned to see and make some friends, in order to get this off of her mind for a while. Ever since the occurance on New Years, the trainers never really wanted to socialize much, or they didn't have the urge to go out and explore like they did with their companions.
Walking up a staircase out of the underground station, the girl was in one of the most busiest places in Viridian City and was almost pushed aside by the crowds of people moving past. This wasn't because of business, but a lot of ex-trainers now hung out at the Pokemon Center with the hopes of finding their partners once again.
Gently pushing through the night-time crowd, Maria ended up walking into the Viridian Pokemon Center. Her family suggested to go outside for a while, and this was what the girl had in mind. Who knew, maybe she could get something out of it or cheer someone else up. Staring at the groups of people looking to book a room or demanding for a rushed Nurse Joy and her assistants to give them their Pokemon, Maria decided to avoid that particular group. Instead, she set her eyes on a nearby table, with two boys, and sat down on the opposite end of one who was jotting down several notes.
"Hi... It been busy here, huh?" Maria said, waiting for a response. Maybe she could get something done today, such as getting over this and moving on. It would be hard, but it was better off for her unless there was an actual chance of meeting her Pokemon again.
April 15th, 2008, 7:08 PM
Cato only sat and stared in his tent in the Viridian Forest as the usual sounds of bug Pokemon going about their normal life was replaced by a radio shooting off static. He had anticipated this expedition ever since Professor Oak had encouraged him to embark on it, and now, according to the news broadcast he had just listened to, it has all been a waste. The Pokemon that he had wished to research down to their daily rituals had seemed to vanish in to thin air, and the young teen was having a hard time understanding how.
“Simply impossible,” he began to say to himself while adjusting his thick glasses, “Pokemon can’t disappear into thin air; that completely violates practically all laws of physics. Maybe Arceus... or darn, see Cato, this whole incident has you thinking Gods actually exist.”
With a slightly forced smirk, the aspiring Pokemon professor hurried out of the tent. Luckily he had set up camp near the edge of the forest, and even though it was a bit late, from there he could see all the commotion taking place in the heart of Viridian. Buses and cars swerved on the street, and masses of people collected around the Pokemon Center, a great majority of them holding up empty pokeballs. Although Cato never had a feel for the art of Pokemon training, he couldn’t help but feel sad for the frantic teens. Or perhaps it was the fact that he could no longer conduct his long-awaited research that triggered his emotions. Oh well, either way this whole situation was posing many new question accompanied by very few answers.
Cato absent-mindedly ran his fingers through his jet-black hair, thinking on what his next move should be. It wasn’t in his nature to meddle with other people’s problems but in reality, this was his problem as well. He wondered how his fragile and skinny body would react to be being pushed and thrown about by the angry mob.
“Why am I even debating this!?” he suddenly screamed to the heavens, then looked over at a nearby bush. He expected it to rustle and a few Rattata to run away but of course, nothing happened. “I guess they really are gone. Well, it’s my duty as an aspiring professor to find out what the heck is going on.” With his mind made up, Cato ran down the hill and toward the chaos that was Viridian City, his lab coat rising up behind him in the brisk wind.
April 15th, 2008, 7:17 PM
Fallen Angel: Let's do a practice run in the OOC thread. Post a scenario in that thread and I will join you, and let's practice for awhile. I actually have to get off now, but we can continue it tommorrow. I want to see how good you are at a continous RPing, so go ahead and make a scenario (in the OOC, not this thread).
Gamekrazy: You are pretty good at your skills. Your character is one of my favorites right now, but don't tell anyone. >_>;
Anyway, it's great. I like it. Your sample is good too, and I cannot see much wrong with it other than a dangerously short personality. Oh, and just a little something to add; it would be best that when the transformation is occuring, you'd be becoming a baby kangaskhan. Just something I thought would be neat, but it's your character, so you decide. *Accepted*
Tom couldn't help but for one feel a sudden halt in his thoughts. He looked at the trainer strangely, as if maybe he was looking at the only living Pokémon. He couldn't help it; the calmness in the teens voice was so out of place in this crumbling world, where everyone else in the room shouted either enraged or in sadness, and here this teen went about with such calm. It was different and wierd. For a moment, he wasn't sure how to react to it.
“Ohhhkay,” he said. He knew how he would make his quick exit out of this one. But no, that wasn't going to happen. Another trainer arrived with almost the same calm, and she asked the same question the one he was just talking to asked; busy, huh? Well there were many ways he could respond to that, but there were also many others he could talk to. It wasn't really necessary for him to stay. But he did stay, because at the last minute, he thought, I'm not going to see two like this again. So he turned to the teen girl. She looked a bit around his age, possibly older. “Yeah, it is,” Tom answered. “Sorry, but it's my job to ask; what Pokémon are you missing?”
April 15th, 2008, 8:01 PM
“Yeah dude, every one of them is gone. Never imagined this would happen. The trainers must be taking it pretty hard.”
“Yeah. At first I thought it was just here in Johto, but Kanto too? And there has been no word from Sinnoh or Hoenn. So, Adam, how is everything kicking over there in Kant-oh! Ahh!”
A cell phone dropped to the floor. Both ends still connected. The Johto caller began growling, as if he was transforming. On the Kanto end, Adam could hear his Johto acquaintance gasping for air and growling.
“Dude? DUDE? You okay man!? Answer, I hear growli--”
Adam’s sentence was interrupted, the Johto ends phone disconnecting.
“Whoa.. Freaky.. Hope he’s okay..”
Said Adam, placing his phone in the pockets of his purple vest.
“Guess I better go out to the Pokemon Center, they might have some info on the situation..”
He said again.
He ran his hands through his hair, bring hair down to cover his left eye. Thick rimmed glasses were pushing his hair up though, leaving his left eye visible.
Adam stepped outside of his house, breathing in the clean air of Viridian City. He wandered over to the PokeCenter, not taking his time; The phone call on his mind.
What was that growl.. More importantly, how come there is no Pokemon, or no connections with the other regions?
Adam looked down at the ground while thinking. He was at the PokeCenter, entering the building. His first site was a boy around his age, probably older scribbling info on a paper. Currently, he was asking a girl a question. He began walking over to where the conversation was taking place.
“Hey there! What is going on here? Any info on the Pokemon situation?”
OOC: Wow, short post >_>
Then again, its the beginning of the RP, pretty sure everything will lengthen later with all the excitement that will be going on, oh what with becoming Pokemon?
April 15th, 2008, 9:04 PM
With a new day and the sun shining, Mike walked down the same route that many young trainers took that led them straight to Viridian City. For many people this was the first step that was taken to become a pokemon trainer. To survive the first sightings of pokemon that were willing to attack any new trainer. MIke heard from the Pallet Town pubic that the pokemon on this route could be tough since the spearows and ratattas were known to be fierce. Mike was kind of surprise since the bidoofs never gave him any troubles on the way to Sandgem and the taillows in Hoenn were very peaceful.
Mike just sighed though since now since New Years, there have been no pokemon anywhere. At first he thought it was like how the news said they were robberies. Mike had no idea if that was true at first since he had no idea how his pokemon were taken from him and all that was left was their pokeballs. Mike trained his pokemon to not be allow to be taken so easily, expectedly his charizard, torterra and absol. Now not even the pokemon on this route would appear just because they were now gone.
Mike just walked straight into the tall grass on the route between Pallet and Viridian without fear of being ambush by stray pokemon, a strange feeling indeed, and looked at the sun. Mike still had to find out something to report back to Professor Rowan even if he can't connect him right now. Mike knew that he might as well collect data on what is going on and see if one thing was still here. The Legendaries.
"Maybe there is a chance." said Mike as he kept on walking down the route. "If not then I am wasting my time but really I guess this is just part of the journey." Mike then looked around him to find no pokemon and said, "No different then before except for one-" Mike decided to not finish the sentance."
MIke knew that it was confirmed that the regular pokemon have gone missing including trainer own but there was no confirmation if the Legendary pokemon like the Legendary Bird Trio were missing. If Mike could find them then maybe something could be found out. Mike had an idea, a vague idea but still an idea. Mike idea was that the Legendary Pokemon may be behind this pokemon disappearance and if he could just find one of them then he could get some answers or at least find out why they weren't affected by this mystery.
Mike took another breath and stepped closer to Viridian City. Mike could already make the outline of the city already and the tall buildings that made up the city. Mike just can't wait to get to the pokemon center and record his findings. He may not have any pokemon but really who did still but the Pokemon Center was still taking anybody that were, and still are, pokemon trainer since all pokemon trainers are basically travelers who need a place to stay. Knowing that, Mike walked forwards to Viridian truely alone for the first time without his pokemon to keep him company.
April 16th, 2008, 8:00 AM
They had just arrived in Viridian. The band stumbled through the doors of the Pokémon Center, lead singer heading the pack. Two security guards flanked the performers, dressed typically, black sunglasses and all. Mere moments passed after the rockstars had burst through the doors before the building took on a sickening smell of cigarette smoke. All five band members had a cigarette hanging from their lips, occasionally pausing to bring a pair of fingers up in order to remove the stick from their mouths and exhale. A petite redhead, known by all Pokémon trainers as Nurse Joy, scurried over to the newcomers.
"I'm sorry, you can't smoke in here." Her tone was indeed apologetic. "Please put them out." The boys each dropped their cigarettes to the floor, grinding them out underneath their feet, while the lone girl crossed the room and crushed it into the ashtray. She, unlike her bandmates, did not reek of smoke, but rather carried a pleasant aroma of apples.
"Yo, London." The tallest of the males spoke, a smooth British accent penetrating his voice. "We're gonna take off for a bit, you gonna stay here?" The girl spun around, her smooth black hair whipping behind her.
"Yeah, Reggie, I'm staying. I'll just be in the lobby here, probably." Unlike this 'Reggie' character, she did not have any accent whatsoever in her voice. She flashed the group a smile. “You boys have fun now.” As they left with the two bodyguards, she collapsed into a nearby armchair, closing her eyeliner-laced lids. They had nearly half a day before their concert that night, and she intended to be as well rested as possible. It was the final show of their Kanto tour, after all. She could faintly hear the sound of the van starting in the distance.
This girl was not just some run of the mill trainer or tourist. She was London Luscious, the lead singer of one of the biggest bands in Johto. Her ears perked up as she heard her name, responding by cracking one eyelid open. Clearly, the person she was looking at knew who she was. And of course, there were bound to be people in the Center who would recognize her. Her band was on tour. People had heard of them.
Pulling her fishnets up, London brought her legs up to the chair, curling them against her body. Surely her group would be back soon. But for now, she planned on sleeping. At least, that had been her plan. Unfortunately for the rockstar, not everything went as planned. But of course, she knew that. Her stomach released a loud rumble, breaking the silence that she had managed to construct. Looking up, she noticed Nurse Joy giving her a quizzical look.
“Um…do you have food here, ma’am?” London questioned sheepishly, her cheeks flushed pink as she rubbed the back of her head.
“The sign where it says Cafeteria…and don’t call me ma’am, it makes me feel old.”
London was gone for mere minutes, though her return was announced by the clacking of her heels against the tile. In her hands was plate, atop which sat what appeared to be a piece of apple pie. She sat back down in her armchair before taking a small bite.
April 16th, 2008, 9:17 AM
“Yeah, it is," the boy with the notes answered. “Sorry, but it's my job to ask; what Pokémon are you missing?” he asked, ready to jot down whatever Maria would answer.
"A Gardevoir and a Charizard," Maria responded, in the same sweet yet calm manner she did before. It was heartbreaking, to lose your best friends on what was supposed to be a happy day. Maria was brought to tears when she found out, and still was a bit depressed, but was able to hold back any tears a little. Luckily the mention of those two and the memories of her battles didn't cause such emotions to get the better hand of her. It was unlikely that he could help though. They just... Vanished into thin air. Right outside her house, and they vanished. Maria built up a good trust with those two, so it was even more unlikely they would escape.
A person walked to the group, with purple hair that seemed to attract most attention to him (or at least it would, if Nurse Joy wasn't busy tending to all the trainers who were utterly helpless now). Looking slightly younger if not around the same age of the teenage jotting down the notes as Maria told him her two missing Pokemon.
“Hey there! What is going on here? Any info on the Pokemon situation?” He asked, trying to strike up a conversation with a different introduction that Maria and the teenage next to her had done.
The girl didn't bother answering though, wondering what happened to the other Pokemon in the world and the other regions. Did they too, just went "poof" and just didn't exist anymore? What happened to the people there? What about the legendary Pokemon? The digitally-made ones like Porygon? Surely the digital realm would be unaffected, and legendaries such as Lugia couldn't disappear without possibly destroying the world? After all, a couple of legendaries were made to protect Earth incase humans decided to play God for a while. The fact that something didn't happen to the Earth itself left a small piece of hope in Maria, so she turned to the purple-haired kid and decided to answer the last part.
"Hey there... I'm not really sure what happened to the Pokemon myself," Maria answered. Right now, she was confused as much as the scientists who were now dumbfounded, any logic for this being proven wrong over and over again without having to resort to personal beliefs such as religion. And even then, this destroyed some of the lesser-known religions spread throughout the regions. It just was... Weird, to say the least.
April 16th, 2008, 1:34 PM
Cato came to an abrupt stop when he finally reached the massive crowd outside of the Pokemon Center. People of all ages, sizes and races cried in sorrow as they desperately tried to make sense of the situation. One thing that caught Cato’s attention was two beginner trainers fighting over a pokeball, which in all likelihood was probably empty. Still, no one intervened in the fight, and it quickly moved past insults and into fists of fury. Cato was instantly reminded why he chose to distance himself from other.
“Isn’t anyone going to stop them?” he asked, although to no one in particular. An officer managed to look his way, in which he pointed toward the fray. Surprisingly, the officer simply shrugged at the two boys— who were now drawing blood— and turned back to controlling the crowd.
“Oh well, I tried,” Cato said to himself, not giving the fight a second thought. This was the second time he tried to meddle in other people’s business and that was really out of character for him. He proceeded to gently pushing people aside as he neared the Pokemon Center, praying not to start a fight with anyone. Amazingly, he made it through without anybody even glancing his way. Well actually, one really tall guy did, but due to his short height, Cato was left unnoticed. With a smirk, he proceeded to entering the Pokemon Center.
As he neared the door, he couldn’t help but notice a girl staring blankly into the sky. She was holding a bag handed to her by another male who had just walked away, so Cato couldn’t get a good look at his face. The young girl looked quite attractive in her blue garments, but seemed too lost in her own world to start a conversation. Deciding to move on, Cato pushed the swinging doors and open and entered the center.
The situation was more stabilized inside than outside, but not by much. Trainers huddled together to support one another while others, as from what Cato could tell, were documenting on all lost Pokemon. One of these recorders, although young, was managing three people at once, one of which he recognized as the one who helped the girl from before. Other than that interesting bunch, there was another female who sat in an armchair, eating what looked and smelled like apple pie. By her sheer calm, Cato could tell she was not a Pokemon Trainer. There were a couple of people pointing and staring deeply at her, but Cato just assumed it was for her good looks. Happy to find someone who somewhat had something in common with him— as he too didn’t train Pokemon— Cato approached her with an uncanny confidence.
“I apologize for interrupting your meal, but you seem to be the calmest person here, other than Nurse Joy. Can you possibly reveal to me any breakthroughs in this mystery?”
April 16th, 2008, 1:35 PM
The flutter of a rotor filled the air as a helicopter descended upon Viridian's pokécenter. The chopper was a regal blue, adorned on the sides with a famous corporate logo. The pokécenter, as would any large medical facility of they day, had a helipad on the roof. It was for pokécenter use only, of course, strictly off limits to everyone else. Still, the pleasant nurse Joy would likely have accepted it if someone made an emergency landing, or had some other special, noble reason. The helicopter slowly sunk through the air, finally hitting the roof with a thud, hardly audible over the rotor's flapping. One of the doors opened, and a tall figure heaved itself out of the thing, lifting a hand to correct his glasses as he straightened up.
It was not as though he did it out of sadism - he did not park or hinder the treatment of the sick in any way. Neither was it in protest against authority - he already knew he could ignore the law on most points. As Maxwell turned to the pilot and motioned for him to take off, the wealthy ex-trainer did not smile with grim satisfaction or anti-hero ego, but simply because he was no longer cramped up in the cockpit. The pilot stuck his head out and called out over the noise, was Maxwell sure he would not rather go home to the mansion than stay out here? Keeping his grin up, Maxwell replied that he was too hungry to wait another minute. He'd make his way home somehow. "Now go!", he ended his line as he turned around, waving good-bye over his shoulder. Shrugging, the pilot closed the door and took off. Whatever kept him employed.
Normally, this would have been where Maxwell turned to face the grumpy stare of a Chansey nurse - but they, like all others, were gone. It was something akin to a pinch in the heart when he thought of it as he slowly walked down the stairs. He'd often do little things like that out of laze, and pokémon and humans alike had grown used to it - but those Chansey never grew tired of looking at him like some sort of crook. He missed even that. Oh well, he thought, sighing deeply as he made his way down the stairs from the roof to the upper floors, and eventually to the hall. The place was full of people, and Maxwell was for a second reminded of his trainer days, when pokécenters were boiling with activity. The activity of today was a whole lot different, however, and all feelings of nostalgia were quickly replaced with feelings of disgust as he watched the masses of trainers crushed by the weight of their own emotions. "Why don't they just form a suicide cult and end it all?", he thought to himself, though his face did not move as he walked down.
Rather than sulking, Maxwell had decided to take a helicopter and see for himself the world as it was - without pokémon. True enough, he'd not spotted a single one through the whole day. Business partners and enterprises on most of the other continents seemed to have disappeared, as well - he feared that a large percentage of his stocks were now little more than scraps of paper. Still, if only Johto and Kanto remained, the proportional wealth and influence of his family would rise more than a little bit. Still, that wasn't worth losing all of his pokémon. Growling inwardly at his situation, he passed by the mass of trainers in the lobby without paying much attention to them. Though he was rich and famous, he was not exactly a teen idol (and he was happy about that - how horrible it would be, a living that depended on managing your own public relations), and it was hard to tell if anyone even knew who he was. As he walked through the doors to the cafeteria, he hoped that no one did. He despised greedy brown-nosers.
Keeping to himself, he ordered himself a meal, hoping to get at least some proper nostalgia out of this place. It might not be long before pokémon centers would have to start being shut down, after all.
April 16th, 2008, 4:55 PM
Ash slowly stood up. The entire place was getting crowded and he was hungry. Ash began walking through the crowds of trainers. Who looked so caught up in their emotions that they would form a cult and drink some kool aid. Ash shrugged as he darted past them towards the cafeteria.
The Cafeteria was a crowded place. He slowly waited in line for food and came out with a tray. Ash was glad about the portions. He hadn't eaten in half a day. Ash never really ate anything anymore. Not since Teresa. A shudder went through as as he walked through the Cafeteria. All the tables were full anyway.
Ash began walking through the pokemon center. Many of the crowds of trainers were beginning to stand near the sides. Always talking and laughing. Ash ignored them and looked for a place to sit. The only place that looked worth sitting at was occupied by 2 people. One looked slightly older then him. Her appearance signaled one thing to Ash. Heavy Metal thunder went through his head. Ash was a big heavy metal fan himself. The second person was wearing a lab coat. He looked around Ash's age. Though unlike Ash he seemed to care more about his appearance. He was wearing dress pants which Ash smirked at. He was a stereotypical nerd.
Ash sat down in a recliner opposite the girl. “I apologize for interrupting your meal, but you seem to be the calmest person here, other than Nurse Joy. Can you possibly reveal to me any breakthroughs in this mystery?” The guy said. Ash slowly felt the words digest into his head and finally spoke.
"I don't think that anyone here really knows." Ash said to the guy calmly. "But not like we can't find out ourselves." Ash slowly finished his tray off and placed it on a nearby counter. "Ash Williams." He said sticking his hand out to the one in the labcoat. He liked to break the ice.
April 16th, 2008, 5:26 PM
OOC: Wow I have my work cut out for me. Let’s see what I can do before a teacher yells at me.
**edit** I wrote this earlier today so... there may just be some confusion... there wern’t as many posts this morning.... ToT
IC:/Rayna-Still on the floor.
Rayna blinked, The boy who had handed her back Alex's badges didn't even seem to note that they were from Shinnoh or that the Trainer card was not her own. She stood and her long raven black hair followed her falling off her shoulders like a coal black waterfall, she sighed her chest heaving with the force of her pain and sorrow. "thank you..." she whispered not exactly caring if he heard her or not. As she replaced Alex's affects into his pack she recalled when he had first showed them to her, he had been proud because he had just beaten the Elite Four of Shinnoh and was not Champion, "I can come and go from the League as I please." his memory echoed threw her, "I'll take you one day...." she closed her eyes and allowed the few tears that wished to fall tumble to the ground like perfectly round diamonds. Her heart ached at just the thought of him being gone from her life forever, they had planned out a life together, and when the were apart he always called, every night and every morning. And the letters.... Rayna reached into the red pack and pulled out the bunch of letters she had decided to take with her. The first was dated so long ago that she could scarcely read it, “...With more Love then I have for my Pokemon” That is what he had written. Rayna kissed the faded letter, “I still love you Alex...” she says out loud.
Replacing the letters she pulls out the single MasterBall that Alex had received as a prize for being the only one to beat the Shinnoh Elite Four with only one Pokemon, His trusty Misdreavus which Rayna had been unfortunate enough to meet, That Misdreavus was so jealous of her that she had actually attacked Rayna with a Shadow Ball. If it hadn’t been for Rayna’s Chatot Carla, who had used Chatter to confuse Misdreavus. Rayna was sure that she would have been killed. After that Alex kept Misdreavus in her Pokeball when he visited, and even then she would get out sometimes and yank on Rayna’s hair.
Holding the Masterball close to her chest she opened her deep green eyes and saw the extraordinary amount of people that were gathered inside the Pokemon Center, She could hear many trainers crying over the loss of their Pokemon, she tried not to think about her beloved Chatot’s. She didn’t wish to cry anymore, she wasn’t sure she had any tears left. Holding the Masterball where everyone could see it, she walked over to Nurse Joy, who was talking to a teary eyed Officer Jenny, “Excuse me...” Rayna chokes a sob escaping her, “I was...” she closes her eyes, “I wanted to know... Officer Jenny... have you gotten any-?” she squeezes the Masterball trying to draw strength from it.
“I’m sorry Rayna...” Officer Jenny replies already knowing what Rayna wanted, for Rayna had been asking the same thing for so long now. “But the Police in Shinnoh won’t tell me anything about it... however Alex died... they don’t want anyone to know about it... not even you.” Her voice was kind as always but the pain for more then just the fifty Growlith’s she had lost bled threw every single one of her words.
“I thought as much...” Rayna rounds the counter to stand next to the women that she had gotten to know over the year after she had gotten the first letter, “What are we to do?” she asks and takes the hands of the women beside her.
“What can we do?” Nurse Joy asks covering her mouth with a trembling hand, “All of my Chansy’s are gone, even the pokemon in intensive care are gone.”
Jenny nodded, “It isn’t possible, I’ve even had Team Rocket members come to me and tell me that their pokemon are gone.” Rayna sighed, she too had seen Team Rocket members wandering around with Pokeballs in there hands looks of utter sadness on their faces. “What did we do wrong?” She whispered as all three of them held each other. They cried together for a long while until Jenny noticed the Masterball in Rayna’s hand, “Was that Alex’s?” she asks taking it gently from Rayna’s trembling hand.
Rayna nodded her tears flowing down her cheeks slowly, “Alex wanted to use it to catch Arceus. He said that he had seen Arceus before and that his only goal in life...” Rayna giggles despite herself, “Besides Marrying me...” Joy and Jenny both giggle with her, it was a romantic thought and it brought wanted sunshine to the darkness that spread over them, “...Was to catch the God of all Pokemon...” Sighing deep she gently takes the ball from Officer Jenny’s hands, “I know Alex, he would have caught Arceuse,” she closes her eyes, “Nothing would have kept him from doing so.” She presses the button on the front of the Masterball, “I think.. that maybe….” She places a chain on it and hangs it around her neck, “Alex would want me to keep it with me… always.” Even minimized the Masterball still seemed to draw attention to her, it was after all a Masterball, an empty Masterball and so very few were still around that Rayna was sure that someone might try to take it from her. Rayna however felt safer with Alex’s Masterball around her neck, as though somehow he were protecting her with it from where he was. “I think I’ll go and see if anyone around here has found out what happened to all the pokemon.” She turns and spies a young Lab assistant enter the Pokemon Center. “I’ll talk to you later girls.” She said as she waved and walked off her hair waving behind her like a long black ribbon.
When she was in front of the young man she clears smiles, “Hi, um…” she looks at the name tag on his lab coat, “You’re a Professor?!” She didn’t mean to sound rude but she was surprised that someone so young was already so high up in the ranks of Pokemon study. “I mean…” she blushes, “Excuse me but you seem to have left me slightly flustered.” She needed to be on his good side, and she was willing to use flattery if that was what he needed to feel good about him, “I’m Rayna…” she places a delicate finger on his name tag, “and you are… Professor… Cato” She smiled up at him, “I’ve always liked that name. But you’re much to young to be a professor.” She swayed herself from side to side awaiting his response, the Masterball between her breasts bounced from one side to the other as she moved accenting what didn’t need to be accented.
-Rayna is talking to Cato inside Viridian City Pokemon Center.
April 16th, 2008, 6:55 PM
Cato casually glanced at the young man that had just sat down next to the girl he was trying to speak to. He too had decided to get a meal to eat, and was chewing rather loudly as Cato awaited the girl’s answer. He only been in the center for five minutes and already he was growing bored of social gathering, but yet he tried his hardest to keep a smile on his face. The newcomer seemed to be finishing his meal much faster than the girl, and as soon as he was satisfied, addressed Cato directly.
“I don’t think anyone hear really knows,” he said rather calmly while taking the last few bites of his meal. “But not like we can’t find out ourselves,” he suddenly added. What exactly was this guy implying? Without another word, he got up and carried his tray over to a close by counter, after which one of Nurse Joy’s helpers retrieved it and brought it back to the cafeteria.
“Ash Williams,” the kid said, extending a hand toward Cato.
“Ash,” Cato thought deeply to himself, “that sounds very familiar. I think Oak has mentioned that name a few times, but I doubt this is the same person.” Cato remained in deep thought until he finally realized that he had been keeping the boy waiting for a few seconds now. Dragged back into reality, Cato looked down at the hand extended towards him. Cato wasn’t one to be deliberately rude to someone, but the fact that Ash had cut between him and the girl was enough to set the anti-social boy off. But just as the assistant opened his mouth to make a remark, another person had decided to join the small gathering. Cato could only see the person from the corner of his eye so he couldn’t see whoever it was, and therefore was fairly surprised to hear the soothing voice that followed.
“Hi, um... you’re a Professor?” said the girl from outside in an astonished tone. Had the lab coat and materials not made the answer to that obvious? Cato would have said something about that if she hadn’t blushed, which through him off completely. No girl had ever blushed for him, unless when he had done something embarrassing. Then she took quite the gamble and poked at Cato’s name tag, which was given to him directly by Oak. No one, not even Oak’s other assistants knew Cato well enough to lay a finger on him. He feared that her finger would leave a smudge on the bronze pin, but her mere presence made him feel so uneasy that he couldn’t even manage to mutter a word.
“I’m Rayna... and you are... Professor Cato.” She stopped to give a smile that made the lab assistant almost fall to his knees. “I’ve always liked that name, but you’re much too young to be a professor.”
Cato glanced back and forth at Ash and Rayna, and occasionally at the second female, who was probably frustrated by all the conversation taking place while she was trying to enjoy some delicious apple pie. Now, he still wanted tell Ash off for interrupting him, but at the same time, didn’t want Rayna to think he was a jerk. With a deep sigh, he made up his mind.
“Hello Ash, Rayna. My... uh... name is Cato, as you just stated. So I take it you two are... uh... were Pokemon Trainers?”
April 16th, 2008, 6:57 PM
OOC: Okay. It looks like a lot of us have been able to post. In order to not let this drag on here forever, I'm going to go ahead and advance the main plot forward. Those that have not posted should post now (this part is perfect for those in surrounding cities!).
Currently back and forth was the way of the future. Tom actually believed he was achieving his job well. He had so many written trainers and Pokémon on his little pad that he may even recieve a Red Badge of Courage! He laughed at the thought as 9:00 PM rolled by. Then he came up to the front desk and put down his pen and notepad, announcing that he was done for the day and ready for a well deserved sleep. Nurse Joy however, did not let him go so easily.
“We still need help,” she said pleadingly.
Okay, so maybe it was easy for anybody to say no. Not for Tom though. That was not the way he was, and reluctantly, he agreed for more work.
His sister meanwhile was nowhere to be found. She was at the back room writing in her journal. She sat atop a gurney, rested a bit on it, then wrote down some more stuff until she thought she had enough. Then she left quietly without anyone noticing. She made her way to Tom, where she spooked him by popping up right in his face as he wrote for some trainer.
“Boy,” she giggled, “This star changed you. You're a little more jumpy than usual.”
“Nothing's changed us from within,” said Tom impatiently. “Not even the star. Now what do you want?”
“I was just popping by to say hello!”
“Well I'm kind of busy. And you're supposed to be busy too; why aren't you working?”
“It's a small break; like it's going to kill me.”
“Just get to work, will you?”
“You got it brother!”
But she did not get to work. She met with Nurse Joy and said she was done. Nurse Joy let her leave, and without consulting her brother any more than she had, she left the building. She ran full speed for home, laughing all the way. Then she realized how much trouble she would end up in by showing up at home so late, and not with her brother. No, that wasn't such a good idea anymore. So she took a detour through the trees.
She knew how to navigate herself in the forested area. She had run through it so many times just to get away, and has even written about it in her journal. It used to be a nice getaway because of all the Pokémon she would meet. Now it seemed more dark and eerie, and less welcoming. Still, this was her spot. Nothing would pull her away from what was hers. She would write in her spot. The best part was that she had a good view of the road while she hid behind the trees. Her brother always left for home through that patch of walkway in the distance, so when Tom would go home, she would know. She waited right there for a long time. Nothing happened. Everything was quiet. Until, she heard something from behind her.
She turned briskly, looking to see what made the noise. The thing about the sound that made her so jumpy was how it was made; it was a rustle of leaves. The last time she had heard such things were when Pokémon were actually around. Had she made some discovery?
Yes, she had. But it was not the discovery she had in mind.
She bravely made her way through the forest. At the very end, she discovered a tunnel. She had never seen the place before. At first, she was scared. But it seemed to call her name. There was a beautiful scent and music that blew hard from the tunnel. She took an easy step forward. Not too long after that, she trekked downwards into the deep.
At 11:00 at night, Tom was finally ready. Nurse Joy saw it in him that he was freakishly tired and almost falling to sleep. He nearly fell on a trainer telling him what he needed to know.
The good thing was that the situation was much calmer. Someone had turned on the TV in the corner in hopes of getting more news on the phenomena, and it seemed to be working. All the anchor said was that there were no leads of where the Pokémon of Kanto and Johto had gone, but it still quieted the people. It most likely made them feel as if they now knew so much more than those other unfortunates out in the wilderness when it happened and such.
Tom went home with a heavy headache. He kept his hand to his forehead, and upon arriving home, he grabbed an icepack and headed for his room. He rested there, feeling so much more revived. Now he could sleep. As much as he really wanted to believe that though, his parents had other ideas for him. They barged right in to his room and practically shouted.
“Where is Amanda?!” and other cries of alarm were heard from the two. Tom figured the rest of the family had gone home.
He rubbed his eyes and yawned. “What?”
“Your sister!” Mr. Rivor shouted. “Where is she?”
Tom was left dumbfounded. He did not answer.
“We have to find her!” panicked Mrs. Rivor. “I'll get the car and call Gregory; Tom!” - (to which Tom reacted with 'huh' dumbly) - “I want you to go look for your sister; you know where she hangs out.”
One look out the window made him shiver. Though there was no blizzard, snow storm, or even soft snow falling, it was still around 25 degrees Fahrenheit outside. Yeah, it was cold, and he was tired. The last thing on his mind was to go back outside. Yet, somehow, he agreed. He found himself outside in the cold once again and walking down the sidewalk.
Tom knew where to look. He had seen his sister go to the place several times before. If he knew anything about her, it would be that she was at that one spot.
He cut through the trees and deeper onto a much more snow filled path. He found his sisters footsteps. He knew he was on track. Quietly, he followed them. Only, once he was led to where she usually spent her time, she was nowhere to be found. Her footsteps continued further. Tom found it peculiar. He stood his ground for a short time and would have stayed there longer had he not heard his sister scream. He was sure it was her voice; it came from where the footsteps lead.
Without another word, Tom chased right after the steps and deeper into the forest. “Amanda!” he shouted, but she did not scream again. He followed the footsteps all the way to the end, where there was placed a tunnel. The footsteps lead in there and disappeared.
As much as Tom did not want to go through any dark tunnels, that was his sister who had screamed. He had to act. But just as he made his first step through the cave opening, something happened. A force completely unexpected lashed out at him. It felt like a punch in all parts of his body and literally threw him a few feet back against a tree.
What Tom was unaware of was that at that very moment, the force had not only hit him. It grew in large diameter and engaged further out. The invisible force hit the streets and turned over a few cars, tossed a few pedestrians, and broke a large amount of windows the further it got. Later, after what would be an hour, the diameter would reach all of Kanto and Johto.
And thus, the trigger to an unforeseeable change began.
It had hurt. Tom got up feeling cramps all over his body. Everything was in pain. And worse; his headache was back.
He shouted to the sky. Shouting wouldn't help; he knew. After he calmed a little, he looked back at the entrance to the cavern. It looked far more evil than it had before. Then, he saw something more. The opening; it was sinking to the ground! Not quickly, but slowly. He saw the ground eating it little by little. Give or take, it would be about 40 minutes before it was completely gone based on how big it was.
Tom had to get in there to save his sister. She was somewhere down there! But how would he get her out? What if whatever was down there would take him too? He needed help, but who would help him now? The world was doomed!
But then an idea struck. All day, he had been stuck in a Pokémon Center. All day, he had heard so many cries. But not all trainers had been in pain. There were a few that were not so very hurt by the outcome; if he could get to those people and have them join him, help him save his sister, it would make it that much easier. He had to find those people fast.
In a rush, he ran for the Pokémon Center. He knew how precious time was now.
April 16th, 2008, 7:29 PM
MIke finally made it to Viridian CIty and in the perfect time too, dinner time. Still Mike didn't realize how tired he was now that he was traveling alone. Mike never really traveled alone since he always had a pokemon out with him when he travel. He had plans originally to let absol out of her pokeball to travel along with him before the events that happen on New Years. Now Mike was alone in his travels without any pokemon to keep him company.
Mike walked into the pokemon center and could see that many trainers were there making it their place of residence. THe place was packed with people. Some were crying while others just sat alone trying to find comfort with themselves. Mike could really feel for them since he missed his own pokemon too but knew that it did no good to cry about them. Still these were younger trainers while Mike had eight years of experience to know how to deal with situations like this.
Mike walked up to the front desk and was greeted by the common Nurse Joy. "Hello. Are you a pokemon trainer too?"
Mike nodded and said, "Yeah, I am. My name is Mike Anone from the Sinnoh region doing research for Prof Rowan. I just wondering but is there any place I can stay here? I would stay at a hotel but with the recent events I can't really throw money around since I don't have access to my bank accounts."
"Oh! The Sinnoh Region." said the Nurse Joy in surprise. The Nurse Joy then nodded and said, "I guess we do have a room for you. Not much but we could come up with something." The nurse looked at the computer and said, "We do have one. Still before I can assign the room I am going to need to ask what pokemon are you missing."
Mike sighed and just said, "A lot of them. Eight years worth of them."
The Nurse Joy looked at MIke and then said, "Ok? Umm..how about the pokemon that you had with you then?"
Mike nodded and said, "Ok. I guess that would do then. I am missing a Torterra, a Charizard and an Absol. THose were the only three pokemon I brought with me to Kanto."
The Nurse Joy nodded and said, "Thank you. Well we just need that for recording processes in case we do actually find the pokemon."
Mike nodded. He knew that the nurse was only saying that to comfort trainers but Mike knew better then that. Mike then heard his stomach growl and then said, "Well thank you. I guess for now I just make myself at home and get some food. Thank you."
Mike then left the nurse to deal with a bunch of trainers that came what seemed like crying to her about their problem. Mike could hear some of them asking if there was any new news on the missing pokemon. Mike didn't really want to listen to the nurse response and just walked though the doors into the cafeteria.
Mike glided though the crowd of trainers that were making noise. Mike did prefer the quietness for dinner but really he knew that pokemon center cafeterias were the best place to gather any news about anything. He had to admit the best information he receive was overheard.
Mike just looked around and took a seat on an edge of a table. He was away from a bigger crowd of trainers but he just began to eat his food trying to see if he can find any information about what happen to the pokemon and if there have been any Legendary Pokemon sightings.
Mike took a sip of his soup and then heard a young teen's voice asking a girl that he saw the side of her head. The pair was only a few seats away from Mike but he couldn't help to notice the girl since she stood out the most with her extremely dark black hair and clothing with a lot of eyeliner around her eyes. If this girl was a pokemon trainer then she was a very punkish trainer. Still the young man speaking to her said, “I apologize for interrupting your meal, but you seem to be the calmest person here, other than Nurse Joy. Can you possibly reveal to me any breakthroughs in this mystery?”
Mike just sat there seeing if this girl had anything to offer. Still something strange happen. Mike couldn't explain it any better then a series of punches hitting every inch of his body rapidly. Mike began to shake and soon the moment was over. Mike didn't know what but he just looked at the girl he was looking at before and felt that something bad was going to happen to her but he couldn't get a clear look at her because he was still feeling the effects from the moment before.
April 16th, 2008, 7:36 PM
((Eh, I never really was good with personalities. I was intending to have him turn into a fully grown Kangaskahn, but you brought up an interesting idea. I may have him turn into a child, but it all depends on how the RP goes.))
Yuuki was just entering Viridian City limits, flipping open the screen of his new pokedex, before closing it shut again, repeating this process over and over. He wondered if he would be ever able to make use of the item, as pokemon had seemed to have vanished off the face of the planet.
That was part of the reason he was able to go into the city, convincing his parents that the forest was safe to go through because there were no pokemon currently inhabiting it. He was partially worried about his brother. He had been almost five hours late, and usually by then he had called on his pokegear or something to notify them that there would be a delay, but no word from him had arrived. This, coupled with the fact that pokemon had vanished, were making Yuuki feel uneasy, and so he had set out to Viridian city, the place his brother had to be coming from to get to pewter (because it was the only way to connect to Jhoto, besides the train of course.)
Yuuki came upon the pokemon center, seeing that it was largely crowded with people who had lost their pokemon to this strange disappearance. He felt sorry for them, knowing that most of them had just lost very good friends of theirs, but was unable to really know how they felt, never having a pokemon of his own.
The doors of the pokemon center slid open as he entered, and tried his best to maneuver his way through the crowds. Still flipping the pokedex screen open and closed (it was beginning to become a habit), he looked around for any sign of what might be his brother, as this was one of the main stops he would have made before heading back to Pewter City.
April 16th, 2008, 8:59 PM
Ash noticed the girl from before introduce himself to the scientist.
“Hello Ash, Rayna. My... uh... name is Cato, as you just stated. So I take it you two are... uh... were Pokemon Trainers?” He said. I shrugged
"You could say that." Ash said to Cato. Slightly laughing. Ash stood up and looked around. Then he walked towards the girl. "Are you alright?" He asked her. He shrugged and began walking towards the entrance of the pokemon center.
Ash noticed a guy walk into the pokemon center. He was blond and wore brown clothes. "Hello there." Ash said to him in a friendly tone. Then it happened. The force hit Ash straight in the face. He stumbled slightly from the strength and almost fell over. Ash looked around and saw many of the other trainers feel the same thing. Ash had a very bad feeling as he straightened himself.
"Did you feel that?" Ash asked the boy.
April 16th, 2008, 11:48 PM
((OOC: Wasn't expecting to try the first post so soon... but I'll see what else I can squeeze out before waiting too long. Hope I understood right though.))
A few minutes after ten 'o clock P.M. No big deal; Aryn was used to staying up late. It was usually because of having a hard time getting to sleep in the first place. The memories have truly never died as long as she wore the necklace. This time she was attempting to take a walk with her free time to clear her mind... however, this method was not working much as well. Whenever she didn't hear former trainers, coordinators, breeders, and even the gym leader, sobbing pitifully, she would walk past a certain area that seemed to play back memories of her beloved older sister from her childhood. It was so clear that it seemed like a movie projector, and she even found herself staring blankly at basically nothing. A cold wind brushed past her, making her shiver quite a bit. She hated the cold. Aryn tried to pull her long, thick, and stiff black coat closer about herself, but it was as high as it can go. She suddenly sneezed quite loudly, and it made her head jerk forward slightly. She kept one hand on the white frame of her big and square glasses so they would not fall to the ground and break. Sniffing quickly as a natural reaction to the sneeze, she wordlessly continued her walk, this time towards Mt. Moon, pulling down her white baseball cap before doing so.
Within a few minutes of steady walking, she had arrived at the mouth of the cave. It was dark and uninviting, as usual, but unless you were incredibly afraid of the dark, there is nothing to be afraid of at all. It was still hard to believe the pokemon pulled a 'Houdini' and vanished. This was where one of the most chaotic memories took place, and it was all because of pokemon.
The light coating of snow on the ground crunched beneath her feet as she walked into the cave. It was dead silent, save for her footsteps echoing slightly on the rocky ground, and the few water drops that seem to frequently drip from the stalagmites dangling above her head on the cave ceiling. This cave used to be packed with pokemon... swarms of Zubats, plenty of Geodudes encased in the ground, disguised as normal rocks; Even maybe a Clefairy if fate would allow the encounter. Aryn jumped slightly when she heard small pebbles roll on the ground, but then sighed inwardly, and shifted her eyes to the view of her sneakers. She was the cause of making herself jump. Staring a moment, she wordlessly pushed up her glasses again as they continue to slide from her nose, and turned around to walk out. Honestly, what was I expecting? A pokemon to suddenly appear and laugh like it was a joke? She thought sarcastically as she continued walking to make her way back towards Pewter City.
She had made it back to Pewter in a slightly longer amount of time. It was probably almost eleven 'o clock, or a few minutes past by now. She continued walking and following the direction that the sidewalks lead her, lost in thoughts.
Not like I'm some pokemon expert but, it's only natural that I wonder what the heck could have happened. I never imagined everything to seem so empty without pokemon, and I have never had my own.
Her thoughts were briefly interrupted as she passed by a group of trainers that were weeping almost uncontrollably, complaining, or wishing that they could find their so-called 'beloved partners'. She glared in their direction for a moment as she walked by, a bitter expression on her face. Get over it... family is far more important she thought bitterly to go with her facial expression, that passed surprisingly quick. Aryn failed to understand how they could consider pokemon 'family'. She could understand that people can come to love pokemon, but she doesn't believe it's the same. All she knows is that pokemon were strange creatures that could fight with different abilities, and what with the talk of these 'God-pokemon'... hard to believe as well. She probably believed it without thinking anything else of it when she was a child, but now... well, things change. She could think of a bitter thought to almost anything without much effort.
She came to an abrupt stop at the new sight ahead of her; Viridian Forest. The sight seemed to be more peaceful, or maybe only because suddenly the town was silent. Many people were probably in their homes or the Pokemon Center to rest so late at night. Aryn took a few moments to stare blankly into the darkness of the forest, even letting her glasses slip down as they do. "We used to... play in here too..." She said slowly, holding back as much sadness as she possibly could. This doesn't seem to get old. She was slightly regretting for allowing herself to reminisce so often. She pushed up her glasses one more time as she looked at her necklace still around her neck. She brought up her hand so it rested in her palm, then slowly clenched her hand around it.
Aryn released the necklace charm as she was brought out of this sad state suddenly... she thought she heard a voice echo through the sky, seeming to come from far beyond the forest. Soon after, she looked that the home a distance away from her, closest to the forest. It's windows cracked suddenly one by one, then they all shattered from front to back. Her eyes widened at what suddenly happened, but didn't have much time to respond as this invisible force cracked her glasses suddenly, and it felt like she was forcefully hit from a two-ton boulder. She could only muster a gasp as a response before literally being flipped in the air, only to land straight on her back. Aryn winced as she tried to lean upwards, but couldn't bring herself to move. Her whole body had extreme pain all of a sudden, but what felt worse was her entire skull, not just her forehead or anything. She could somehow bring a hand up to her head and place it there firmly, as if that would calm the worse-than-throbbing pain. She cursed to herself under her quick breaths. Her chest felt like it was being crushed. Where's a painkiller pill when I need it?!
A few moments after that thought, the pain seemed to subside for the most part. She slowly managed to get up, despite her back still hurting quite a bit. She'll probably be feeling that for a while. She was bewildered at what just happened. Was all that pain from when she landed on her back? It doesn't seem that simple... but then, what on earth could have 'pushed' her like that to cause that to happen in the first place? Aryn couldn't leave this. It's not normal. Aryn cursed again silently through gritted teeth as the images before her were now hard to make out through the cracks in her glasses. She removed them and shoved them in her pocket, and adjusting her cap so it was slightly tighter before dashing into the forest, hoping her astigmatism would not hinder her too much. It was hard to even hope that since her first steps on the new terrain made her stumble a bit already. However, Aryn didn't care, and continued on.
Something happened near Viridian, it has to have come from there. I'm most likely going to kick myself for getting even a little involved...
April 17th, 2008, 5:27 AM
Maxwell absent-mindedly stuck a fork in his mouth, stretching his upper lip in a bored fashion. It had been a generous serving, even though the food was of the quality you'd expect of a government institution. Still, he'd finished it quickly and grown bored of the cafeteria even quicker. He realized that playing with a fork did nothing for his refined image, but he was too bored to care. Trying to kill time by eavesdropping on random conversations had turned out to be a complete failure - most people were crying over their lost pokémon, and the rest were having moderately to extremely boring talks about things that didn't interest him at all. Sighing, he dropped his fork and leant on his elbows. It wasn't like there was anyplace better to go. Viridian was small, the lands outside deserted, and any stores that might normally have been open would likely be closed now that everyone was busy with their depressions. Bah.
All of a sudden, Maxwell heard a faint thud. Leaning to the side, he found that his wallet had fallen out of his pocket. He grabbed the table for stability and bent down to retrieve it. He picked it up and was just about to sit back up when it happened. There was the sound of glass breaking, and before he could move he was flung head-first into the table edge. When Maxwell's head finally stopped spinning, he found himself on the floor right beside the table. "I'm glad I took the fork out", was his first thought, even though he was aching all over - he could spot a few people who hadn't been so lucky. Thankfully, Maxwell himself had avoided getting any blood on him. Collecting his glasses from beside him on the floor - they were not made out of real glass - he heaved himself up from the floor and returned to his seat. Dusting himself off, he began to clean his glasses as he watched the confusion in the room.
Clearly, only some sort of shockwave could have caused this kind of chaos. However, he had a hard time believing that a normal shockwave could have travelled straight through a wall like this one must have done. Something interesting had just happened, and he'd definitely have to look into it later... once the numbing pain in his head had ceased. Putting his glasses back on, he lightly touched the bump in his forehead. Ouch.
April 17th, 2008, 5:47 AM
“I apologize for interrupting your meal, but you seem to be the calmest person here, other than Nurse Joy. Can you possibly reveal to me any breakthroughs in this mystery?”
London looked up, meeting eyes with a male...one she would have considered a geek back during her high school days. He was short for a boy, probably around the same height as her. A pair of thick-rimmed glasses sat on the bridge of his nose. He was wearing a lab coat, and carrying an assortment of scientific tools, leading London to believe that he was either a professor, or an assistant of sorts. However, his hairstyle was a bit out of place. His short, ebony hair was gelled back. It was a hairdo that their guitarist often wore during performances. London couldn't help emitting a small giggle. Before she could respond, however, another boy interjected his thoughts.
"I don't think that anyone here really knows. But not like we can't find out ourselves." The boy then crossed the room to place his tray on the closest counter. "Ash Williams." At that, he thrust his hand forward, offering it to the boy whom had initially spoken to London. The professor-boy seemed not to like this abrupt introduction. While he stood, mulling over the new boy's words, yet another girl came up to the group and began to flirt with the professor. London rolled her eyes as she took another bite of pie. It wasn't like this professor could give her anything of use anyway. All the Pokémon were gone, what did she expect to gain from her slutty display of flirtation?
It was then that a boy entered, sitting off in a different section by himself. Once or twice, London's eyes connected with his, and briefly, she wondered if he recognized her. It was possible, after all. Before she could react to anything more (she had tuned out the conversation the girl had begun flinging herself at...Cato. She did catch his name), she felt her body almost implode upon itself. Every inch of her felt like it was pressing firmly against her bones and organs. She clutched the end of the table and squeezed her eyes shut. When the feeling subsided, she was left with one lingering reminder of her previous experience. She had an insane headache. London stood, placing her pie plate atop the same counter where the then-newcomer had put his tray. Rather than exit altogether, she took a seat across from the boy who sat in solitude.
"Hey," she began softly, giving him a smile. "I would have asked you to join us, but..." she gestured to the girl and Cato, giggling lightly. "I'm London." At that, she extended her hand across the table, her elbow resting firmly on the table. She was still slightly dizzy from the pain she had just experienced, but she wasn't about to bombard this boy with stories he most likely didn't want to hear. After all, she was the only one who had had this weird sensation...right?
OOC: In case it's unclear, she's talking to Mike. xD;
April 17th, 2008, 6:40 AM
Mike was fighting over the headache and pain that he was feeling. Things were a bit blurry for him. Mike finally looked away from the girl that he was watching and waiting for a response but it seemed like it wasn't coming. Mike just took another quick look at her direction and saw that a few others had joined her. MIke then looked away and just enjoyed his dinner alone with the noise.
"Guess I can't get anything good from here or at least them." said MIke. He just dipped his bread into the soup and dropped some of the side rice into it. Mike then just countinue to eat his dinner.
What was that feeling Mike felt earlier. He never felt anything like that before in any of his travels. The strangest thing he ever felt before was the feeling he receive back on Sky Pillar but that could be because that place was so high up and also because it is kind of consider like something like holy ground for Mike.
Mike would have continue to think more about this feeling he received a few minutes ago but soon his train of thought was broken by a soft voice. "Hey."
Mike looked up and saw that the girl he was looking at earlier had made her way to the seat in front of MIke. The girl gave Mike a very warm smile, or at least he thought it was warm, and said, "I would have asked you to join us, but..." The girl then gesture in the direction she was sitting originally. Mike looked over there and saw that the young boy in the lab coat had a girl talking to him. The girl seemed like she was alienating him from anybody else and Mike thought it was pretty strange but knew it was kind of just pointless to hold a conversation with them. The girl then began to introduce herself, "I'm London."
Mike looked at London and took a very good look at her. Mike had never seen London before in his life but something in him felt like he should know her. He had no idea how to explain this but since this girl took the time to walk over here and sit with him then Mike might as well just talk with her and start some sort of conversation. The girl even offered her hand but her elbow was on the table.
Mike moved his meal to the side so he can place his elbow on the table so he could shake her hand too. Mike then took her hand and said, "The name is Mike." Mike then looked around to see that even it was so late that there were still a lot of people here. Mike then said to London, "It is pretty loud in here don't you think? For a pokemon center and all." Mike still had this headache and ache a bit but he was hoping it was from the long trip that he took alone to Viridian.
April 17th, 2008, 8:27 AM
"It's nice to meet you, Mike," London said with a smile. After they had shaken hands, she returned her arm to her side of the table, placing her head in her other palm. Her head was still throbbing with pain.
"It is pretty loud in here don't you think? For a pokemon center and all." London nodded in response. Indeed, it was extremely loud, whether from the hysterics that trainers were in, or from the flirting coming from the next table over. Either way, the noise was sending reverberations of pain up and down her body.
"Yeah, it's really loud. And it doesn't help that I've got this killer headache." She laughed at this. "Though, I'm sure it's because of the recent Pokémon disappearance...most of these people are trainers, after all..." By Mike's appearance, she guessed that he, too, had been a trainer. Inwardly, she cursed herself for ever bringing the subject up. Trainers tended to develop strong bonds with their Pokémon, and she was sure Mike was saddened by his loss. She decided not to say anything further regarding the matter.
April 17th, 2008, 8:28 AM
Lee Hallows - Wandering In Viridian City
Depression clouded my thoughts as I walked down a major street, still searching. I was tired, I'd not slept well, not since my companion had mysteriously gone missing last night. One minute he was there and the next...gone. I'd searched for ages until I couldn't keep myself awake, however the little sleep I had got was so fitful, I was still feeling tired. Only a desperation to find my conpanion kept me searching, a tiny hope that he might just be hiding from me, playing a trick or that he truly needed my help.
My day had been full of wandering, hoping that around the next corner, behind the next alley, I even began looking in the rubbish bins in the alley ways, which had got me some funny looks from a few of the residents. I stopped at the Viridian Pokemon Centre around about midday and quickly found out that my Sneasel going missing, wasn't just a localized case. It seemed that just about everyone had thier pokemon gone missing. Amazing what you find out when depression starts giving way to desperation. As I made my way around the crowd looking for something to eat, I was suprised at the variety of people all together, all grieving in thier own ways. Eventually I found somewhere and watched the different people all around. What had everybody had done to recieve such wrath? Why today? Have the gods forsaken us? These thoughts reoccured over and over in my head, for the next few hours as I made my way back to the hotel.
My father was waiting for me back in the room back in the hotel. The grief like on many faces was strong and fresh. He turned to me and in a shaky voice said just one word "Heretic?"
I stood in front of him, rather ashamed "Missing"
My father sighed, shaking his head in despair "...Son...I'm sorry but you must come with me"
I immediately became suspectious. "Where to?"
I could tell by my father's look, it wasn't going to be good "Into the protection of the Shining Spirit..."
I was shocked, the order that my father belonged to were trying to ensnare me in again. And now my own father was trying to. Sure, I believed in Arceus and other Legendaries being gods....but I didn't necessarily agree to the Shining Spirit's version of things...
Very quickly, a heated argument ensued, with my father trying to convince me that today's events were proof that I needed protection from forces beyond my control and myself countering with my need of freedom, the fact I "wasn't a baby anymore" and the rather poor state of my grandfathers mental health with a quick snappy comment on how people from Sinnoh seemed to be weird.
Eventually the argument grew to a head. "Arceus be damned that I'm rotting with grandfather in that dingdy hole he calles a sanctum" I was getting angry, and starting to curse a bit.
My father was getting angry too, by the sound of his voice "Lee, Don't use Arceus' name in vain!"
I snapped back quickly as I began to walk out of the hotel "Why shouldn't I?"
I walked out, anger written on my features, heading for the one of themost quiet spots in town now...The park. And when i got there, I sighed and sat under a tree watching and thinking.
Watching the sun set...
Watching the sky turn from dusk to twilight...
Watching the stars come out one by one...
And all the time...thinking, thinking about the events that had so far transpired today. Wondering why all of what happened did. Wondering what tomorrow might bring. Wondering if Heretic, my sneasel was fine, whereever he may be.
After a time, I stood up. It was definitely dark now and the bustle of the day had died off. I started to head back to the hotel when I realised that my father would be there. The thought of having to see him again so soon after that big argument was not very appealling at all but where could I go that would be awayfrom me. Then I noticed the lights around the pokemon and realized. The Pokemon Centre! The perfect place to go, his father wouldn't look there if he searched or so I hoped.
The short trip from the park to the pokemon Centre was uneventful, a welcome change to most of the day, but as I made it there, I was suprised at how busy the Centre was still. Lots of people were still there, some grieving, others watching a set up TV that was showing reports of recent events. As I entered and walked towards the cafeteria, I pondered again at the variety of people here. But this thought was suddenly cut of with sudden with sounds of breaking glass and a massive force smashing me into the wall just behind me. As the pain of hitting my back against a wall exploded through me, a crushing sensation quickly gripped me somewhat similar to being hit by mallets, everywhere, at the same time. I gritted my teeth at the pain and then like that it sensation passed, leaving me a little disorientated and my body aching and sore.
After picking myself up slowly, I shambled over to the nearest free seat I could find. Althought the feeling that had washed over me was seemingly gone a deep ache was still there, and the impact of the wall had left my back sore and the back of my head aching badly. I counted my blessings there and then that such an inpact haven't knocked me out.
Now there was really one thing I could do, and that was pray, and hope that nothing else bad would happen.
April 17th, 2008, 12:35 PM
“You could say that,” Ash replied with a slight laugh.
For a second or so, Cato felt bad for asking the question so carelessly, but it didn’t take long for him to dismiss his feelings. Before Cato could make a response of his own, Ash seemed to become distracted by the commotion in the Pokemon Center again. Without warning, he stood up and walked over to the entrance. As Cato eyed him, his eyes fell upon the punkish girl again, who was giggling to herself.
“I knew coming here was a bad idea,” he thought to himself, wishing the night would just speed up. He didn’t even notice when the girl had turned away from the conversation and was focusing on a newcomer, who could easily tower over Cato’s small frame.
It seemed like nothing could knock the assistant out of his deep contemplations. Well, almost nothing. Out of no where, glass all around the Pokemon Center shattered and the ground rattled in a weird way; it didn’t shake all at once so it couldn’t possibly be an earthquake, which weren’t even frequent in Kanto in the first place. When the force reached Cato, he felt the air tighten around him and energy surged through his body. He gagged from the lack of oxygen and as his knees suddenly buckled, he fell hard on his back, sending his thick glasses soaring in Rayna’s direction. He could only hope that she managed to catch them before the force overpowered her as well.
It took him a few seconds to recover, even after the weird sensation had subsided. He moaned as he struggled to sit upright and squinted his eyes to get an idea of the situation. Unfortunately, his eyesight was much too damaged for him to see a thing.
“Hey Rayna, are you okay? If so, can you pass me my glasses?” he asked, trying to sound as worried as possible. In truth, his years or solitude didn’t allow him to feel much sorrow for anyone, but if that helped him get his glasses sooner, so be it.
April 17th, 2008, 2:07 PM
"It's nice to meet you, Mike," said London with a smile after Mike had introduced himself. She then place her palm in her head which Mike thought that she was either tired or just in pain in some way. Mike wonder if she too felt something earlier. Still London just replied back with a simple nod to the other comment that Mike made about the Pokemon Center being loud.
"Yeah, it's really loud. And it doesn't help that I've got this killer headache." said London with a simple laugh. Mike just smiled back from this comment. At least somebody in this center wasn't depressing to look at and really that what Mike needed after the long trip from Pallet Town. London then just said, "Though, I'm sure it's because of the recent Pokémon disappearance...most of these people are trainers, after all..."
Mike nodded and said, "Yeah. I guess I can't blame them. I may have reacted the same too a few years ago too." Mike then just sighed as he tuned out the noises of the rest of the center. Mike then finished the remaining of his dinner and said, "Really I can feel for them since I am, or at least in some since was, a trainer." Mike then paused wondering if those were the right words. Mike didn't felt like he isn't a pokemon trainer since really that wasn't his main occupation but it didn't mean he wasn't close to them like a real one.
Mike still could feel this headache and was wondering where it was coming from. He could have guess that it was from the long and difficult traveling he did today since the route between Pallet and Viridian isn't long but still it felt long and tiring doing it alone without any of his pokemon. Still this girl, London, was also suffering from a headache too. Mike guess that maybe she wasn't use to having so much noise in one place and really any kind of noise was unwelcome when you have a headache. Mike then got up and said, "How about we go outside? I mean no noise is nice when you have a headache right and I am not feeling up to staying in a noise place right now." Mike then lifted his tray to dump it in to the container and walked around to offer his hand to help London up, "How about we head outside for some fresh air to clear our minds?"
April 17th, 2008, 2:25 PM
"Yeah. I guess I can't blame them. I may have reacted the same too a few years ago too." After this sentence, Mike sighed and began to finish his dinner. London winced. So he was, or had been, a trainer. Instantly, she felt bad for her earlier remark. Certainly he didn't need to be reminded of the disappearance of his Pokémon...the scars that he surely carried were probably more than enough of a reminder. She decided she would apologize to him when the time was right. It was the end of their conversation for a few moments, that is, until he spoke once more.
"Really I can feel for them since I am, or at least in some since was, a trainer." She had been right. Whether or not he was training them at the moment he lost them, he had once owned Pokémon. Having never owned Pokémon herself (well, besides Igglybuff, but she had been on tour for most of the Pokémon's life), London didn't know exactly how he felt. Though, she figured that she had not felt too different when she lost her best friend. Thinking too hard on this matter only sent pain coursing through London's skull.
"How about we go outside? I mean no noise is nice when you have a headache right and I am not feeling up to staying in a noise place right now." After this, he stood, dumping out whatever he had left on it, before returning and offering his hand to London. "How about we head outside for some fresh air to clear our minds?" She had to admit, fresh air sounded fantastic at this moment. The Pokémon Center was clogged with trainers, and the immense amount of body heat that was being released had made the building quite warm.
"Yeah, some fresh air would be fantastic," she replied, grasping his hand and flashing him yet another smile as she pulled herself into a standing position.
April 17th, 2008, 3:26 PM
Tom made it to the streets but had to catch his breath. He coughed and tried to catch himself, but felt the immense throb of his headache once more and was forced to continue on. He looked at the middle of the road as he ran and felt even more cold than the tempreture stated.
He had not known how the cars ended up the way they were. While most were simply pushed against each other, there were a few that were overturned with people staggering out. As he passed the intersection, he even found a bus on its side which had landed upon a weaker car. People were being helped out of the bus while others were comforting the driver of the car it landed on. All of these side stories he would have to put on hold for later; even the major broken glass on the street wouldn't stop him from running. Just up ahead was the Pokémon Center. He burst in, and it was then that he realized he didn't even know how he was going to ask for help.
He ran straight towards the counter and right in front of Nurse Joy. He practically screamed at her. “I need help!”
“Hey, it's you—,”
“No time! My sister; she's in danger!”
“Where is she? Was she hurt by that sonic blast from awhile ago?”
“No! You got to help! It's falling under the ground; she might not have enough time!”
“I'll send someone from the hospital over,” she said. “Where is she? Is anything hurt?”
“You don't understand; she's in some tunnels, and it's sinking under the ground! I need to get some help from you, or other's here. Please, I need you to send some people with me now! Call people from the speaker or something!”
“This one isn't working. The only one that is is in the backroom.”
Or at least it was. Not a moment later, the microphone to the said speaker broke right through the wall behind Joy and was clasped tightly in Tom's hand. Now it was broken and dismantled. For a long while, neither Tom nor Joy said a word. They looked where it had come from and saw the several walls it had broken just to lie on his hand. Tom let it drop like it was poison. He was creeped out. He didn't want to touch it. And of course, this obviously meant there was no loud speaker to get any others.
Rather than staying put, he ran to the nearest room to his left. It was a cafeteria. There were a lot of trainers in the area talking about other affairs. Whether they were important or not, Tom didn't care. Whether they would listen or not, Tom still didn't care.
And so, knowing that he already was out of his own character range, he shouted.
“I need help over here!”
April 17th, 2008, 3:36 PM
Ash was still slightly disoriented from the blast.
"You know Ash. Why don't you get a hat? Your hair screams that it needs something covered."
"I should have known that you would be standing out here...."
"ASH! A.....sh..." Ash heard a loud buzzing noise in his ears that stopped shortly after
“I need help over here!”
Ash heard a scream coming from the cafeteria. He quickly bolted towards there. He saw the recorder from before. He looked very scared and very worried. The recorder looked like he had been running for a long time and had absolutely no help at all. Ash felt his sense of justice kicking in as he ran in his direction. "Whats going on?" He said making it to him. "Anything I can help with?"
April 17th, 2008, 3:45 PM
“My sister!” Tom shouted. “She needs help!”
Tom proceeded to give the details he remembered, from when he was called to look for her and from what he had found. Even when and where the force had come, still not knowing that this is what caused so many people pain. He finished by telling him how he got to the Center, but he left out the part about the wall. It was not something whoever this person was needed to know.
“I heard her scream; if your an experienced trainer, you'd be a great help. I don't know what's going on, but I don't care! I—can you help me?” He was a little better at keeping his emotions in check. The time was passing, and control was easing. If whoever this trainer was decided not to help, he could always try to persuade him the usual way. He was good at persuasion. Especially when he really wanted something.
April 17th, 2008, 3:52 PM
Ash listened to his details. Especially cringing about the earth swallowing his sister. The only pokemon he ever heard of that could do something like that was possibly an Onyx or a very powerful Dugtrio. Even then it would be difficult. Ash once owned a ground pokemon but he couldn't remember what it was. He traded it for an Abra afterwards
“I heard her scream; if your an experienced trainer, you'd be a great help. I don't know what's going on, but I don't care! I—can you help me?” The story intrigued Ash. There was only one answer he could come up with.
"Yes. Of course I will help you. If you can't help other people what can you do?" Ash responded. He did want to help the recorder. In anyway possible.
April 17th, 2008, 3:59 PM
A lot of things has happened fairly quickly. After the boy with the notes and the other one left, Maria was busy wandering to trainers and trying to calm them down, as it was giving her a headache hearing trainers yelling and bawling their eyes out. Chances were that many of the other trainers who managed to avoid doing so, were also annoyed by the noise. Most just ignored her, and others were going insane, fighting over Pokeballs, regardless of the fact they were completely empty.
It's already this late at night? Maria thought to herself, eying a clock placed on the wall above her. It was already almost midnight, actually.
Then, it happened. A shock wave was sent throughout the entire city of Viridian. Cars were flung, windows shattered, and people were tossed about as if they had no significance. Maria was about to leave, although the shock wave shattered all of the windows instantly and people were thrown about. Maria unfortunately was launched towards a wall, just being saved by a trainer who was there before her. Many were moaning all over, some had wounds and others were tossed outside of the Pokemon Center. Another unnatural event. It was if Arceus or whatever deity ruled over the Pokemon world was tormenting all of humanity slowly.
Getting up from the event after a minute or two, Maria had a headache bad enough that it felt as if her head was going to tear in two. So did many of the other ex-trainers. While some of the assistants in the center tended to people with more serious damage, Maria wasn't going to bother, in case another shock wave were to come. She had simply gone near in the cafeteria, eying what was to happen to people from inside the room. She wasn't that hungry, but as much as her mind nagged her, Maria had a gut feeling it was better off to wait and see what would happen.
A boy however came rushing into the Pokemon Center, crying for help. While he was explaining his situation to the pink-haired Nurse Joy at the counter, Maria examined his features and found out that he was the exact same boy from before who jotted down those notes. It didn't make a difference, as she had held no grudge against the boy or anything. It was just good to know people, in her mind.
Straining herself, Maria tried to focus on the conversation between the two. He had been told the only microphone was in the back room. However it had apparently been dismantled from the shock wave. Running into the cafeteria, he simply let out a cry for help.
“I need help over here!” the boy shouted. Maria didn't want to be in the Pokemon Center that much, it being too crowded if another strange occurance were to occur. She felt a force tugging her, probably the innocent, gentle part of her mind dragging her to help the boy. Maria wanted to resist it until now. All hell broke lose and it was just a feeling that the girl should help. Getting up, she walked over the boy.
"Um... I'll help. What you need from me?" Maria said. The girl did try to eavesdrop, but the ruckus from all the people panicking even more just made it harder and harder. In fact, half the time she was arguing with herself whether to help the boy or not, so she mostly just watched the scenario leading up to the boy entering the cafeteria and her being one of the first to try and help.
OOC: Sucky post probably. I might of gone out of character a bit, but I was in a rush and didn't want to be left behind or anything too much.
April 17th, 2008, 4:43 PM
London took Mike's hand and helped herself up and Mike also help her up too. London then said, "Yeah, some fresh air would be fantastic." SHe then gave Mike another smile. For some reason Mike liked it when London smile but really Mike hadn't been with anybody really except when he had to gain information or stay with a family that will help his research. Still Mike never got close to any of them or really just talk about regular things like a headache.
Mike then gave London a smile of his own and said, "Yeah, it would."
Mike was leading the way towards the main lobby which would have the exit to go outside when he couldn't help to notice a group had gather around a person. Still naturally Mike had his ear out for any information that could be figure out. Mike then heard from who ever was gathering the attention said, “I heard her scream; if your an experienced trainer, you'd be a great help. I don't know what's going on, but I don't care! I—can you help me?”
An experience trainer thought Mike. He was more then experience that for sure. Still the last thing he wanted to do was to leave London to do something like that. ALso Mike wasn't sure if he wanted to help this kid. He had no idea who this kid was nor this ‘she’ that he was speaking about but still the idea that somebody is in trouble worry Mike.
Mike then looked at London who he was hoping was following him, and said, "I wonder what is going on with him?"
Fallen Angel_Messiah Of Black Roses
April 17th, 2008, 5:53 PM
AJ grinned, the cool evening air slapped his face, however it didn't sting and felt quite nice. The young boy wondered if he could go any faster, he was riding his new bike and it felt terrific. Not just twenty minutes ago he had fled his own house to find his family, which seemed to be absent from home. What IS going on? He asked himself as he watched his surroundings. Earlier that day he had heard about the pokemon crisis, he was a little disapointed since he never DID have one.
Around him he could see some people screaming at each other, accusing! Some people were even throwing punches, violence! People were complaining, people were rioting and people were panicing. The city was just full of sad, angry and very emotional people right now.
AJ didn't think that just since some pokemon went missing that it was okay to riot, or panic. Just a few pokemon, right? AJ tried to remember back to the news, was it all of them? The young boy frowned, this might be a problem. Was it his problem though? AJ just shook his head
AJ activated the break on his bike and got off, he then just let it fall to the ground. He began to walk towards a place of great commotion, the pokecenter. The center was filled with lots of young and old complaining trainers, all wrapped up and worried about their own pokemon troubles. AJ began to ask what exactly was going on, but no one would listen to him. Frustrated, AJ sat down on an empty couch and pouted. Why won't anyone anwser me?
AJ then noticed the newest commotion was coming from the cafeteria, he dashed over curiously. What was going on now? AJ stood at the cafeteria doorway.
April 17th, 2008, 6:21 PM
OOC: Blank dropped out so she gave me her character
Rayna felt the wave just like anyone else. But this time she fell directly on her back. "ooh." She thought to herself. That hurt a lot. Headaches began to come to her. Her entire body began to feel very tender.
She got up after a long time of being on the floor. She began to remember Alex and what he used to do with her. She got up and began to think of the male who picked up her badges for her. She turned around and saw he was no where to be found.
“I need help over here!”
Someone was shouting from the Cafeteria. Rayna began walking towards the Cafeteria to see what all the shouting was all about.
There was a male there shouting. Rayna saw the guy who helped her pick up her badges talking to the male. Her heart almost lept when she saw him. Rayna ran towards him and wrapped her arms around him when he said Yes. Of course I will help you. If you can't help other people what can you do?"
Ash meanwhile saw the girl from before hugging him. "Who are you?" He asked spinning around. "My name is Rayna." She said. Then Ash turned around to the Recorder. "Okay so whats the plan?"
April 17th, 2008, 6:30 PM
A boy spoke to Yuuki. He glanced over at him to acknowledge that he had heard him speak, but currently he was too absorbed in trying to find his brother through all of the people. Then the strange 'force' hit the pokemon center. Unlike the boy speaking to him, Yuuki actually fell over.
"No, I didn't feel that. I just like falling onto the ground for kicks!" He responded grumply to the boys remark about feeling the strange wave through the center. He was helping himself back up, when another boy burst inside, screaming something about his sister. He glanced around the pokemon center. It didn't seem like his brother was there, and If he was, he would probably have responded to the boys pleas for help, because he tended to be a very good person.
It was late, but that meant little to Yuuki. He would always tell his parents that he was still looking for his brother, with which they would most likely understand, them worrying about him as well, and if he did get in trouble, his parents would most likely yell at him at the worst. With this in mind, he stepped forward.
"Ill help out." He said to the boy in distress. "Im not positive what I can do, but I can try at least."
April 17th, 2008, 7:07 PM
The faint clicking of her heels against the tile signaled that London was following Mike as he led the way out of the Pokémon Center. Her head was still throbbing. At least, if she were going outside, she could have a cigarette. Briefly, she wondered if Mike would mind. Her train of thought was cut short by a scene of commotion in the main lobby. A group of people were gathered around a single boy, who seemed to be holding a microphone of sorts.
“I heard her scream; if your an experienced trainer, you'd be a great help. I don't know what's going on, but I don't care! I—can you help me?” He announced to the group. London stopped listening after this. She had never once commanded a Pokémon. Sure, she had stopped to pat Igglybuff on the head from time to time, but she was too busy to pay any further attention to the Pokémon. A part of her regretted that now. She hoped Igglybuff hadn't felt any sort of pain. In fact, she hoped Igglybuff hated her. At least that way she'd know the Pokémon didn't feel sad that she'd payed no attention to it.
"I wonder what is going on with him?" Mike's voice broke London's thoughts. She was thankful for that--had she thought any harder about Igglybuff, she feared she would cry, despite having never formed a relationship with it. Instead, she looked at the brunette and bit her bottom lip.
"I don't know. Part of me wants to help him, but..." she laughed softly. "I'm a musician, I'm no Pokémon trainer..." She took one last glance at the boy before shifting her attention back to Mike. "Well?" she flashed him a smile. It seemed she was waiting for an answer...silently asking whether he'd rather stick to the original plan, or deviate and help this stranger.
April 17th, 2008, 7:11 PM
Cato simply sat there, waiting for Rayna’s reply. Although he couldn’t see anything and was experiencing a rather excruciating headache, he clearly heard her fall right next to him. You can only imagine his frustration when he heard her get up and mumble something about a boy and badges, still not responding to him.
“I knew this wouldn’t be any different from the rest of my life. People always forget about me...” he grumbled to himself, sifting across the floors like a bug for his glasses. He almost squealed in joy when he found them. Almost.
He quickly put them on and got to his feet. With his eyesight back, he was able to see Rayna run toward Ash— who was currently talking to a rather frantic teen— and hug him tightly. She said something about a plan, but due to Cato’s headache, it was hard for him to make anything out.
“Thanks for nothing!” he called across the room and he stomped toward the exit. This was just a mistake. He should have never come here in the first place; it wasn’t like he was a trainer or anything. He made a mental note that all people are the same, whether it be the ones that teased you for years or the ones that he just met.
At that moment, a blonde girl with penetrating blue eyes approached the trio. “Um... I’ll help. What do you need from me?” she asked, although not seeming too interested. Help? How much problems could arise in one night? Cato immediately turned to the stressed teen, who was trying to explain the situation to those surrounding him. Cato found the explanation quite ridiculous though, as if this night didn’t have enough moments that violated the laws of physics.
“Sorry to intrude,” he began as he walked up to the boy, “but from my studies, tunnels don’t make a habit of eating little girls. I’ll come along just to see what you’re getting at.” Cato smiled after the statement. It wasn’t because he found it invigorating to help someone in need, but simply that he had finally fallen back into character. He had strangely been worrying about others for the entire night, but it seemed his old self was coming back with a vengeance. He was so busy smirking that he didn’t even notice a fourth person come up and offer to help.
Fallen Angel_Messiah Of Black Roses
April 17th, 2008, 7:25 PM
AJ had busied himself with a beverage, some pokecola. Good stuff He thought to himself as he looked around, a group of people were being frantic. Intrested, AJ hopped off the chair he had nested on and casually walked over near the group.
"Um... I’ll help. What do you need from me?" A girl said.
"but from my studies, tunnels don’t make a habit of eating little girls. I’ll come along just to see what you’re getting at." A teenage boy said.
Help? AJ Wondered about this, why did someone need help? Tunnels eating little girls? AJ didn't mean to eavesdrop, but this sounded like class A cool stuff! AJ just stood near the group, listening. A million questions seemed to leak in his mind. What exactly were they talking about? Where were the girl eating tunnels? Who were all these people? Was there candy involved? Did it have to do with the pokemon disapearing? Letting his curiousity get the best of him, AJ decided right then and there to follow and see what exactly they WERE talking about.
Suddenly, without thinking. AJ blurted out " I wanna help!"
April 17th, 2008, 7:38 PM
((OOC: Bleh, I hate being a slow thinker. Hopefully I can make good use of my friend, time-span...))
Aryn could finally see the the end of the forest, that seemed almost never-ending moments before. It wasn't the most fun trips just simply getting through. Her astigmatism decided to be a pain, apparently, as she almost tripped completely more than once; not to mention almost getting hit directly in the face by low, thick tree branches. But I suppose luck was on her side, since it was almost. Lucky her, right?
She squinted her eyes a bit, being barely able to see some areas of the town ahead in view. It was kind of blurry, and with the time probably midnight, that didn't help either; it seemed quite dark. Aryn abruptly came to a stop, breathing heavily to get the air she seemed to desperately need. While resting, it looked like there was a rock a few feet ahead, and could cause someone to trip if she dragged her feet. She tried to take note of it since she was tired of even almost tripping. Once she had caught her breath a bit, she stood up straight and started to walk ahead; her destination the only thing she was focusing on. However, with her next step, the rock wasn't where she thought it was. She didn't think about it, and was about to continue walking, but she was still dragging her feet. Of course the result was Aryn tripping, and nothing was there to break her fall. Well, except for the ground. She managed to protect her face from hitting the ground first as she used her arms as a shield. The fall was only unpleasant because of her back still aching a bit, but more than that was because when the impact was made, she heard crunching; glass to be specific.
"Bloody-tastic..." she mumbled to herself angrily. Her glasses were probably completely wrecked. Aryn had a spare pair at home, but well, they won't help her now. I knew I'd want to kick myself for even coming in this direction. Hopefully Viridian isn't as bad as Pewter with all the over-emotional psychos. After that quick thought, she lifted herself from the ground, and once standing she brushed any dirt that might have gotten on the coat, before walking on to see the condition of Viridian.
Once the city was in clear view, --or at least as clear as it could get from her slightly blurry vision-- her eyes widened. It was worse; far worse than Pewter. She felt like an idiot for complaining before she came here. From what she could make out, it looked as if every window had shattered, the roads and sidewalks now littered with broken glass shards. Some cars had crashed into one another, and unless her vision was worse than she thought, some had even looked like they were turned completely over. The place was also a horrible sight to her because of the multiple crowds of people making the streets sound quite loud to her. And... what else was that? Oh, it even looked like a couple were in physical fights. It seemed like a complete mess. Did she really want to know what happened? Aryn walked a few steps forward to the streets, hearing glass shards crunch beneath her sneakers. She took a moment to observe the streets, a look of displeasure on her face, thinking about it for a moment before deciding.
It's not like me to just rush here without a good reason. Something weird happened, big whoop. And yet... maybe I would like to know... Aryn sighed as her thoughts came to an end about the situation. The decision was made, so she began to walk slowly about the streets. Aryn was planning on simply walking by the most crowded areas, and possibly eavesdrop, hoping to hear what could have happened. It would be easier to ask directly? Uh, no way was she going to do that. Slightly content with her plan, since it would not involve direct confrontation with another person, she continued walking silently. Although she was already becoming slightly irritated from the noise.
April 17th, 2008, 9:26 PM
Mike waited for London to reply. He was kind of torn as in what to do since this could be something that trainer professionals could handle then just people who really could make this situation worse. Mike didn't want to admit this out loud but without his pokemon, he can't do very much. Still Mike knew he should help this kid out a bit. Still it seems like London had said something and at once Mike focus on just her.
"I don't know. Part of me wants to help him, but..." laughed London softly. "I'm a musician, I'm no Pokémon trainer..."
Mike found this interesting since here was London, talking to a pokemon trainer, or really just somebody that travels with pokemon and battles to some degree while doing research on Legendaries, in a pokemon center but she was a musician. Mike wonder why she even came to a pokemon center to begin with. Still that would have been rude to have asked. Mike also guess that she was just a small time musician but really Mike never really kept up with music and really the one that he does listen for, he doesn't even know how they look.
London then gave Mike one of her smiles and said, "Well?" Mike couldn't help but to kind of like this smile. Still he was beginning to notice that she does it a lot. Mike didn't mind since he tends to do it a bit but for a reason but it seems like London had no problem. Still Mike guess this was something that should be thought about later like the musician issue.
"Well," said Mike trying to think about what to do. THe last thing he wanted to do was leave London alone since that would be rude and really he would prefer to find a quiet place to be then just get caught up in something that could be something bad. Still Mike knew that he had to help. No other older people were coming to help this kid and really he just didn't trust many people younger then him in these kinds of situations. Mike then said, "Well he did ask for experience trainers but really I don't want to leave you nor get in the way of them since I kind of don't see the point of asking any kind of trainer for help." Mike then thought about it some more for a while and said, "If you want to help then I see no reason why not. I mean it is better then just letting them get in trouble by themselves. Also we can go out back after this thing right? The night is still young as they say and really maybe by then these guys," Mike motion to the rest of the noisily trainers in the cafeteria, "They will quiet down and we can just enjoy the quiet a bit better. Still I see no reason why we can't help them if we want to.” Personality Mike was kind of worry too that the noise by the worry trainers from the cafeteria and the pokemon center itself would be heard from even outside.
April 18th, 2008, 6:48 AM
London bit her bottom lip absentmindedly. This boy obviously was in some sort of trouble. And she would feel bad if something happened to...'her' because she hadn't bothered to help him. At this point she gave the big group a brief glance before turning back to Mike. There were plenty of people there to help him...there was no way that she and Mike could make that much of a difference if they abandoned what they were originally going to do and blindly followed this boy. She stood, mulling over the situation for a moment before Mike spoke.
"Well," he began. He, too, was obviously deep in thought about what they should do. As he thought, so did London. "Well he did ask for experience trainers but really I don't want to leave you nor get in the way of them since I kind of don't see the point of asking any kind of trainer for help. If you want to help then I see no reason why not. I mean it is better then just letting them get in trouble by themselves. Also we can go out back after this thing right? The night is still young as they say and really maybe by then these guys," Mike motion to the rest of the noisily trainers in the cafeteria, "They will quiet down and we can just enjoy the quiet a bit better. Still I see no reason why we can't help them if we want to.”
London nodded. When he put it that way, she didn't see much harm in helping him. That is, until she remembered one pressing matter.
"Oh, what time is it?" She glanced up at a clock hanging on the wall. It looked like she still had a fair amount of time before she had to get ready. "I'm sorry, I have this thing later, I might have to bolt in a bit. But..." She looked to the side for a moment, biting her bottom lip once more. "Hold on, I'll be just one second." She held up one finger, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a black cell phone. She clamped her other hand over the ear that wasn't occupied by the phone in an attempt to shut out the noise.
"Hey, Reg! It's London. Um, just wanted to let you know that this...well, we have a bit of a problem. This guy needs help, I might be a little late tonight. Ok, I'll see you in a bit! Mmhm. Buh-bye." Snapping her phone shut, she turned back to face Mike. "Sorry about that," she said, an apologetic tone permeating through her voice. "Are we in agreement, then? We should help this guy?"
April 18th, 2008, 8:31 AM
Mike looekd at London and guess she was a bit uncertain as in what you do. Still maybe something he said kind of made her want to help this kid out. Still something seem to have gotten London attention as of with time when she said, "Oh, what time is it?" then with one quick glance at the clock and pointed her finger up as she made a phone call, "I'm sorry, I have this thing later, I might have to bolt in a bit. But...Hold on, I'll be just one second."
For once in the time that Mike had met London, which was still a few hours ago, he had seem her a bit nervous about something or he would have called it being nervous. Still Mike just waited and listen to what London was calling about.
"Hey, Reg! It's London. Um, just wanted to let you know that this...well, we have a bit of a problem. This guy needs help, I might be a little late tonight. Ok, I'll see you in a bit! Mmhm. Buh-bye." said London to this Reg character that she was speaking to then closed the cell. Mike wonder if this Reg person was somebody close to him or just somebody she knows. Still that wasn't really Mike business to probe into.
London then focus again on Mike and try to speak to him as if she was sorry about something. "Sorry about that, Are we in agreement, then? We should help this guy?"
MIke didn't really mind but just nodded and thought about it for a minute. He then said, "Yeah. Why not try to help out? I mean just because we may not know if we can help doesn't mean we can't at least try. Better then being here that for sure." Mike then looked at the crowd that had gather around the kid and then came up with an idea. He knew that it wouldn't matter if they go up there to question the kid about what was going on since he may be just repeating the same thing and being asked the same questions over and over again so maybe it be best to just follow along. Mike then looked at London and said, "We can just follow along. I mean no need to ask this kid what is going on since he will be repeating over again what is happen. ALso I bet we can get a few tidbits on what is going on from what the others are saying around him." Mike then nodded at London hoping his idea was a good one. "So I guess we are helping this kid out then." He then began to make his way towards the group but slow down so he could let London stay close by.
April 18th, 2008, 8:56 AM
"Yeah. Why not try to help out? I mean just because we may not know if we can help doesn't mean we can't at least try. Better then being here that for sure." This was one point that London definitely agreed with Mike on. She didn't want to be stuck in this room with all the commotion. No, going to help this boy was certainly preferable.
"We can just follow along. I mean no need to ask this kid what is going on since he will be repeating over again what is happen. ALso I bet we can get a few tidbits on what is going on from what the others are saying around him." This, too, sounded good. The kid was probably sick of everyone asking him what was going on, anyway. "So I guess we are helping this kid out then."
"Yep," London nodded, following alongside Mike. Ordinarily, she probably would have had to stand on her toes to see what was going on, but her heels allowed her to just barely see over the top of the person in front of her. She stood towards the back, choosing not to push towards the front like some people had. After all, they were just here to observe and do what they could.
April 18th, 2008, 4:08 PM
OOC: I hope everyone's read a bit of the OOC thread such as some of the notes I've posted (elements, relationships). Because if you haven't, this may continue to get confusing. XD
Those that did not get to speak to Tom and find out of what he's asking of, think of a way to squeeze in. You're smart.
Tom told himself that it would be hard. He thought in his mind that getting help the way he was acting would not get him much help other than a few strange glances, and even if it did, the chaos outside would have quickly drawn everyone else away from him. But he was surprised with the outcome. Instead, he had many come to offer assistance. It was something unexpected, and even more unexpected when he saw little AJ come and offer help. He wanted to ask him what he was thinking being there and not at home, but he didn't have time for that. Time as it was was slipping away quickly.
“We got to go now!” he shouted. “Follow me!”
And he quickly ran out of the Center as fast as he entered. He knew they would follow. He didn't have to look back as he passed many of the vehicles. He ducked under a large trailer, taking a short cut through it. The quickest routes were what he was looking for. The cold cement got a little slippery at one point, but he kept on, and he went on past a red light and through a park and straight to Amanda's hideaway. And then, he went only a bit further and stopped where the tunnel rested. He couldn't believe it; it had ducked so much that he would have to duck under a little just to go deeper in. And not wasting time, he ran down the tunnel as well.
April 18th, 2008, 4:54 PM
“We got to go now!” he shouted. “Follow me!”
Disregarding the questions asked, the boy rushed out of the Pokemon Center, with the hope that someone who listened would follow. While some trainers Maria would expect to ignore him having not fulfilled any demand to answer what was going on, she wasn't like that. While there was a manipulative part of her, she also felt compassionate towards others, and this applied now. Following the boy, Maria just knew that eventually that question of hers would be answered.
Running through the streets, she glanced at the damage so far. Along with rioting ex-trainers, the girl seen that cars were completely flipped over, crushed, and every window seemed to have shattered. People were yelling at each other, throwing fists at each other. A few managed to bring up enough courage to try and help others, only to have slurs and such spewed back at them. The shockwave caused a lot of chaos, to the city itself and the people. Maria honestly did not want to be in the city that much if the shockwave caused this much.
After a few minutes of dodging damaged equipment and vehicles, and treading through the streets and parks of Viridian in serious need of repair, the boy stopped. Apparently they were already through a thick cluster of trees, possibly in the forest. In front of the boy, anyone who followed, and Maria, there was a tunnel slowly being eaten up by the ground. It was sinking, and this was supposedly where the boy needed the group. Due to the size of the tunnel's entrance, the boy needed to duck down, and so did Maria. So what if she got dirty? Honestly, she couldn't bring herself to admit that a person might die because she objected a request. Especially with everything going on. So, the girl decided to do her best, not only for the boy, but to also prevent getting more depressed than she can hide.
April 18th, 2008, 5:03 PM
“We got to go now!” he shouted. “Follow me!”
Ash soon found himself following the recorder with Rayna. Rayna seemed to be running just to follow Ash. Ash stared at her chest and legs when he was running with her and found himself aroused. Something he hadn't felt in a long time. But he quickly thought about something else and shrugged it off.
Ash looked behind him. He and Rayna were the closest to the recorder. All the trainers there looked somewhat different then he last saw them in the crowd.
After dodging various obstacles caused by the force the Recorder stopped at a large tunnel eating its way into the ground. Rayna was shocked at its size and the way it had a large never ending darkness coming from it. Ash on the other hand felt a need to go down there. Ash saw the recorder duck and go into the tunnel. Ash did the same and Rayna slowly followed him. Into the blackness bellow
"Oh Rayna. Will you ever love anyone like me?" Alex asked her passionately.
"Never Alex. You are my one true l...ov..e......." Rayna responded very slowly.
April 18th, 2008, 7:06 PM
"Yep," said London to make MIke know that she agreed to help this kid out which made MIke feel better. That is why he won't be leaving London alone and also doesn't have to really be with some new group of younger kids.
Still it felt so sudden when the kid that was being question just said, “We got to go now! Follow me!” The kid then began to run out of the POkemon Center and though the streets.
Mike ran out of the pokemon center with the boy and a few other people that had decided to help too. Mike was leading the rear because he wasn't sure how fast London could run. Mike knew that he could run faster but also he didn't want to leave London behind since he did notice that she was wearing some pretty high heels. MIke didn't know much about heels but he did pick up that they are hard to run in.
Mike then took a look around them as they ran though the city. Mike had been to many places and seen many things including the video where Sinnoh skies were darken and what could be best said a dark storm on the top of Mt Cornet but never anything like this before. Mike could best call what as happen chaos in its basic form. Cars were turn over and some people were rioting. He expected people to understand a bit better the situation but still MIke did notice this was mostly coming from the younger people. It is amazing how a few more years can do to one's attitude but still it seems like not all were like that. Some people had decided to help the police out in claming down these rioting people.
Mike then notice that they were heading towards the forest that were close to Virdian. Mike didn't know much about this area but could guess this was the famous Viridian FOrest that he heard so much about. Still Mike stopped when they reach a tunnel. He wasn't afraid of a tunnel but really knew better then just walking into one. Mike looked around for a tree and pulled out an escape rope from his bag. He then tied one end to the tree and another end to his belt. This way once they do find the girl then it would be an quick escape.
Mike then said, "Just to help us get out." He then decided to wait for London but also knew that it would be a tight fit for them. Most of the people who went ahead of him and to duck down to get inside.
April 18th, 2008, 7:12 PM
“We got to go now!” shouted the teen, ignoring the many questions thrown at him. “Follow me!” he demanded as he dashed out of the Pokemon Center, running faster than what Cato thought was humanly possible. Cato stared at the others around him, and was stunned to see that they started a dash of their own. He began having second thoughts about this whole situation. Although he was skinny, Cato couldn’t run to save his life.
“Meh, on second thought, I’ll stick around here,” he said casually with a sly grin, although half of the helpers had already bolted outside. Making a 180 degree turn, Cato didn’t hesitate to walk deeper into Pokemon Center. He didn’t even glance at the others, as his mind was made up. Or so he thought.
The building was an incredible mess. Cato hadn’t noticed how bad it was before, but now with things dying down, he was able to take everything into account. Young kids— no older than fifteen— lay against broken windows, their faces leaking tremendous amounts of blood. Nurse Joy leaned over an unconscious body of a young girl, whispering something to her. Cato absentmindedly walked toward the two, wondering if his tent was destroyed or not back in the forest.
“Chansey, why did you leave?” he heard the nurse whimper as she stared helplessly at the corpse. Directly next to the body was a microphone with a cord leading to a hole in the wall. From the looks of it, the microphone had crashed through the wall.
“That’s odd,” he said inquisitively to himself, “the shockwave came from the other direction, so why is this here?”
Nurse Joy had obviously overheard him, as she cleared her voice and turned to him. “It just shot out of the wall and landed in that boy’s hand— you know, the one that was shouting for help? It was weird, almost like it was called to him.”
At that point, Cato once again became interested in this mystery. So many weird things have happened that night, and by the looks of it, that boy was the center of everything. Or perhaps, it was that ghastly tunnel he spoke of. Unfortunately, there was absolutely no way for Cato to find out. He was probably already deep into the bushes, if not at his destination already.
“Researching this phenomenon could have put me on the spot as a famous scientist, and I blew it!” Cato shouted, actually angry that he decided not to help out. He closed his eyes tightly, cursing at himself for missing such a great opportunity. His muscles tightened and his palms balled up into a fist. His brain started racing, and his headache returned with a vengeance. Even with his glasses on, he felt his eyes blur out of focus, but not in the same way as before. This time, the blurriness looked like he was simply moving at extreme speeds.
And that was exactly what he was doing.
The space around him seemed to deteriorate, only to rebuild itself within a couple of seconds. When Cato finally reopened his eyes, he was astonished at the sight before him. He was no longer at the Pokemon Center, and in fact was in a part of Viridian he barely recognized. Actually, he couldn’t even tell if he was still in Viridian or not. The only indicator that he hadn’t traveled too far was the fact that he was mere yards away from a tunnel emitted a ghastly red glow. It was as if the entire structure sat atop a layer of quick sand as it slowly sunk into the depths. Then, without warning, the people from the Pokemon Center burst out of the bushes and rushed into the tunnel, many without even taking a second thought.
“What the hell?” was all Cato could manage to mutter as he tried to contemplate what was going on. Before he had only wished to catch up with these guys, but all of a sudden, he got to the destination before most of them. And if that wasn’t weird enough, the story about the tunnel was true! Cato’s hands sifted through his pockets, but to his dismay, his notepad was no where to be found. Had it been lost in his spontaneous teleportation from the center to the tunnel? Cato knew better not to ask such questions, as with all the weird stuff happening, he feared he’d just get another answer that defied all logic.
“Oh well, the best experiments are done on the scientist himself,” he assured, picking himself up. After a small adjustment to his glasses, the confused teen followed the others into the dark cave.
OOC: If you're a little confused, Random said we could show signs of our characters turning into their respective Pokemon. Cato is becoming an Abra, so that's how he spontaneously teleported to the spot.
April 18th, 2008, 9:08 PM
"H-hey! Wait up!" Yuuki called after the boy, scrambling to his feet and chasing after him.
Geez... he thought How does he expect to get help, if he loses the people helping him before we even get there!
As he ran through the town, attempting to keep up with the boy, he saw the extent of the destruction that mysterious 'wave' had caused. To him, it just caused him to fall over, but now he was seeing that people had gotten seriously injured from it. That wasn't good. He reached into his pocket while he was running, and felt the pokedex in it. Somewhere in all of this, was his brother.
They approached the hole in question. The boy was telling the truth, it was actually sinking... but why? Caves normally didn't do that. He supposed that he would find answers within the cave, and ducked under, following the boy, and hoping that the exit wouldn't get covered over. Oh well, if it did, they could always get a diglett to use dig or...
Oh yah, those weren't around anymore.
April 18th, 2008, 10:26 PM
Tom no longer had to duck. The ground and ceiling separated, and though still pretty low, he would not have a problem walking through. Then again, if he were to be found doing anything it would certainly not be walking, which is why he swiftly tried to navigate the tunnels. So far had been easy. It was a straightforward path, but at the last corner was a dead end. If his sister were or had been down here, she was not anymore. At first, Tom believed that maybe he had skipped an extra tunnel; one he hadn't seen as he tried so blindly to follow the one before him. But no. Though it had been dark, light from the entrance elluminated off of every rock and bounced off neverending. Surely a brightness would have been seen.
But then none of it made sense; where was his sister?
It was the end for him. He brought all of these people down these tunnels to find nothing at all. Worst of all, he still did not know where his sister was. He somehow knew what these people would be thinking. Maybe they followed him for a stupid reason. Maybe he was wasting their time. The more he thought about it, the more he felt bad about himself. But he pushed it back, hiding it behind a bluff. No; there had to be more!
And then there was.
Through the wall, he could briefly hear something. It sounded very much like a tough wind blowing through a muted whistle. It was not a sound that could be heard, but felt. A presence. “Does anybody hear that?” He got closer to the rock solid. A simple tap to the dirty rock changed everything. The entire wall crumbled and left a large gap of nothing and a rock platform seemingly held suspended by...magic? It had its breathtaking elements hanging about, but what made it so much more magical was the rustle and sound of the pink energy given off from a center piece mantel. And atop the center piece, only a few inches off the top and floating, Amanda stood.
The massive size of this unbelievable place did not deter him. Not even the what seemed like endless darkness the gap provided. He backed up and made a running jump, barely reaching the other side of the gap and entering the barrier of pink energy. His sister still hung in air those few feet away. All of a sudden, this bravery he had going down the tunnels was slipping. What am I doing here! he thought. He must have been crazy to actually see and believe it all, but if seeing is believing, then he's become a believer in this magic. He ran to his sister, because that was all he could think of doing that did not seem crazy to him.
April 18th, 2008, 10:50 PM
Ash ran down the tunnels with Rayna along with the recorder until they reached a dead end.
Great. All this for nothing. Though this had been the most fun Ash had for a long time. Ash began pondering while he looked around the tunnel they were in. He slowly looked up and down Rayna and shuddered slightly. Rayna meanwhile was waiting for Ash to look the opposite direction and began looking towards him.
Soon the wall in front of them crumbled and the Recorder ran through it. Ash and Rayna followed him towards a strange rock platform where pink light was being given off. A girl was levitating in the middle there.
"We who are about to die...."
The recorder jumped towards the platform and seemingly hesitated. Ash turned towards Rayna. He nodded towards her and immense bravery flooded through him. Ash jumped straight at the platform and landed with a loud "Thump." He ran towards the Recorder.
"Need any help?" He asked him.
April 19th, 2008, 1:34 AM
Maxwell folded his arms and grinned as the wall crumbled and the bottomless abyss was revealed. He'd been right. This was interesting.
He'd remained seated up until the trainers' departure, though he'd listened closely as the boy told his hysterical tale. There was little to do aside from presuming that his story had something to do with the bump in Maxwell's forehead - if such was the case, waiting for the pain to fade away immediately lost priority in favour of hauling ass to the centre of the action. As soon as the boy and the follower's he'd gathered had begun to leave the building, Maxwell had jumped up and bolted after them. Out on the street, he'd been slightly taken aback - and a good bit disgusted - by the rioting, though it made a good scene. He wished he'd brought his camera along. He could have made a fair amount of wallpapers for his computer. Oh, well.
As it turned out, the cave had been very much real. Though he was less than thrilled by the whole 'sinking into the ground' part, he could never have looked himself in the mirror again if he'd passed on such an opportunity. He'd climbed in like everyone else, doing his best to seem like just another random person up until they were all inside. That's when he gave up on that attempt. As he reached into his suit he did not call attention to it, but he figured someone would eventually notice to it - as he pulled his hand back out, it was holding a handgun. Trainers no longer had their pokémon, but there was no telling what one might encounter in a strange cave like this. Normally, he only carried it as protection from muggers and the like.
All of a sudden, the boy who'd led the excursion took a leap off the edge of the tunnel. Maxwell raised an eyebrow and cocked his gun, keeping it pointed to the ground. He wasn't going to do anything rash - he'd just wait by the edge and see if anything happened out there in the pink glow. Someone else took the leap as well, but nothing happened still. Maxwell smiled - he loved it when others took the risks for him. Hopefully, he'd end up discovering what caused these... anomalies, and find a way to exploit it for profit. Extending his father's business empire would earn him some respect from the old man, and increase his own influence quite a bit, he dared bet.
April 19th, 2008, 7:06 AM
Unlike last time, this will be a decent sign up not modeled after myself.
Name: Katherine (Kat) Wright
Location: Cerulean City, Kanto
Pokémon to Become: Skitty
Appearance/Description: Kat actually already has one Skitty like feature- the color of her hair. It is bubblegum pink. Her eyes are big and brown, and her skin is pretty pale. Kat wears a light blue cami with white polka-dots. She wears blue jeans, and flip flops to match her cami. For jewelry, Kat wears small hoop earings and a pearl bracelet on her left wrist. For makeup, she wears pink lipstick and just a little bit of black mascara. She is rather small for her age in terms of both height and weight, being only 5'1" and around 75 lbs.
Personality: Kat has the personality of an average Skitty. She's extremely playful, to the point where she can be a little immature. She always tries to make people laugh, even though her jokes aren't that good. Overall, Kat is a very happy girl. It takes a lot, let me stress that, A LOT to make her sad, but when she does get sad, she will cry her eyes out. One last distinguishing feature in Kat's personality is her boy-craziness. She is outgoing and tries to flirt with cute guys all the time, even though she can never come up with a good pick up line. But overall, she can be seen drooling over cute guys all the time.
WILL FINISH LATER.
History: (Completely optional, but like the previous, this RP is also dramatically driven, so a good history on some aspects of your character's life wouldn't hurt to add tension or drama as the RP continues. A paragraph or more long please.)
Love: (It's back! Love interests. Simply put whether you are single and interested or not interested or get together with a buddy and RP as a couple in relationship. Mine is going to be Single and Interested, but you are allowed to contact me and ask if you want to RP as my character's love interest.)
Other: (Anything extra that does not fit anywhere else and adds to the sign-up goes here)
RP Sample: (Go ahead; blow me away.)
April 19th, 2008, 7:35 AM
Name: Scott Musgrove
Gender: Male to Male
Location: Kanto, Homeless (Well, on a journey I suppose, but I lived in Pallet Town
Pokémon to Become: Skorupi
Appearance/Description: Scott is quite tall for his age. He stands at about 5 foot 3 but sometimes walks with a slight slouch. He has short, brown hair and glasses which he occasionaly wears for reading ect. He wears a burgandy, denim jacket or a big, puffy coat when its cold over his red and black baseball T-Shirt. He wears baggy, blue denim jeans and black baseball boots.
Personality: Scott is a very bubbly person. He is very easy to get along with and can make freinds easily. If people don't like him then he won't make a big thing about it but he can snap very easily and is quite impatient. He is always talking and is very funny. He is quite intelligent and is top of his class and is also a bit of a show off. At first glance it would seem that he was quite a geek but he is much different and is quite mischevious at times.
History: Scott led a normal life. He grew up in Pallet town and caught his first pokemon when he was seven. When he was eight he enterd the pokiemon league and beat all of the gyms in kanto by the time he was nine. He then went to all the other regions and beat them all on his fourteenth birthday.
But when he was in Johto he ran into an extremly strong Manaphy. His original mean, brutish personality was perminantly changed by heart swap and he became happy and inttleigent. He then went back to kanto to see his mother but then he noticed a mutation on himself and decided to nto go home and just wonder around in Kanto.
Love: Single, Not Intrested
Other: Nothing much here. Oh, one thing, he doesn't wan tanyone to know about the heart swap thing :D
RP Sample: Well, I've been looking through the many amazing RPGs that I have masterfully posted in and I finnaly found a one from all the many, many choices...
Trika stared at the Hitmonlee at the other side of the long field. He shuddered with annticipation as he had not had a proper fight in a long time. Then he thought of his childhood. Maybe he shouldn't battle. He has been ignoring his purpose in life and maybe he should get back to it. He didn't see the outcome in battling the Hitmonlee and he swore not to interfeer and only battle if provoked.
"Flisica. Help please." Said Trika as he closed his eyes. Within a second he was gone and at his camp.
"I was watching on Psycam." Exclaimed Flisica,"I have never really seen you battle before. And I must say, of what I saw, you were amazing."
"Why thankyou." Replied Trika smartly,"Any news then?"
"Yes, acctually." Replied Flisica. A wide grin grew on Trika face as he sat down infront of the many computer screens. "Our scanners detect a rift in time and space has been opened. Some sort of portal to a parallel universe. I really think we should check it out."
"We?" Replied Trika Puzzled,"What do you meen we. You can't leave here remember."
"Ah, but I have perfected water veil. I can go anywhere now." Said Flisica happily.
"Oh, okay then. Activate scanners." The computer screen showed a map of Eretika and were the rift was. He walked over to his desk and opened up a draw. He then pulled out a strange gun. It was black with a green ball shape on the end.
"Oooh," Began Flisica,"Whats that then?"
"It's a gadget i've been working on for quite a while now. I haven't tested it yet 'cause it is quite dangerous but what it bassically does is rip a hole in the fabric of time. We should go to the place where he acctivated the rift and use this there." Explained Trika. Flisicas eyes began to glow and once more they had both teleported.
They were now in Valasto. The ground began to rumble and rocks began to fall from the roof of the cave. "It must be from the rift." Said Flisica,"Quickly. Activate the Dimension Ray." As Flisica said those words, Trika pulled the trigger and a whole appeared out of nowhere. It stood in the middle of the air.
"Here goes." Said Trika nervously. He hesitated to go in the hole so he waited untill Flisica went through. They came out at a place which was completly dark. Trika scanned the area and then he saw the evil Darkly. He pulled out his beam gun and put it on Psybeam mode. He pointed it towards Darkly. "For all the pain that you've caused everyone... We're going to stop it."
April 19th, 2008, 7:53 AM
OOC: Yippie dippie dee, Skye is here, that's me! Okay, got to show form first, don't I? I was actully accepted by Random_Fan via PM, but to clear this up for everyone else first...
Name: Craig Haruyo
Location: Mahogany City, Johto.
Pokémon to Become: Sableye
Appearance/Description: Craig stands at about five feet tall and is thinner than normal. His long hair is a dark shade of hazelnut brown and reaches his neck. His skin tone is an unusually pale white. His face is relatively clean, has only has one or two spots and has no freckles. His eyes are a faint blue with a tint of grey and his hair sometimes covers them. His nose is flat and straight. His ears are small and hide behind his hair. Craig believes it's more of his father's looks than his mother's.
He commonly wears a plain crimson shirt with short sleeves, a navy blue jacket over it, light grey thick jeans with no pockets and plain white sneakers with laces. He enjoys wearing dark sunglasses, but only when he needs them. He also wears black gloves. He has his right ear studded with a small silver trinket. He says he doesn't mind what he is wearing, but he is actully quite insecure about his appearance.
Personality: Craig is the quiet type. He isn't much for conversation, believing there is a difference between being lonely and being alone. Therefore, he has very few friends. He is a great thinker and often questions life, plans inventions and outsmarts opponents. However, while certainly not gullible, he is sometimes overly curious and has a habit of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. He thinks tactically and can spot a problem easily. He is quick to judge people on their appearance, believing people will do the same as him. He enjoys reading and writing (he keeps a journal in his room) and simply spends his free time relaxing in a quiet spot. Craig is easily annoyed by other people and firmly believes ignorance is not bliss. If provoked, he will defend himself, but with a lack of fighting experience, he will rely on intimidation and mind tricks more than actual fighting. To conclude, Craig is the cold, calculating type that people tend to avoid.
History: Craig was born in Blackthorn City on November 19th. As he grew up, people noticed he was rather smart for his age, learning to read surprisingly fast. However, people were also worried about the fact that he didn't socialize much with other children. When Craig was six, his family moved to Mahogany City and he would spend time by the lake by himself, simply thinking, reading or writing. As he continued growing up, this pattern continued as he excelled at his schoolwork, yet was one of the least popular kids. Sure enough, the present day is still the same.
Love: Single and not interested in the slightest.
Other: Craig has had no experience with raising or battling Pokemon.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Crimson blood seeped from the gaping chest wound of her father's limp body. She couldn't move or speak or think. There was nothing in the world but the heavy stench of death and the sound of her rasping breath. The walls of the room, blank and white with no furniture, seemed to close in on her. She wanted to scream, but she couldn't. The body was draped in a long white lab coat, now splattered with dark red. A second man stood above the corpse. He was dressed in nothing but blue, a bold white 'A' leaping from his shirt. The girl couldn't bring herself to look at his face. Time stood still. Everything stopped but the blood.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
The girl woke up in a frantic, cold sweat. She could feel his heart pounding against her chest, as if trying to escape before it burst. She blinked once, then again, forcing herself to calm down. Her bedroom was still the same; lime green walls scattered with posters of Pokemon, thin blue carpet with the coffee stain in the corner by the oak wardrobe. Silver moonlight sifted through her faint lilac curtains and it danced across her floor as clouds floating in front of the view. It took a full minute to calm herself down, the dream feeling so very real. As she tried to return to her sleep, a dark thought sent chills down her spine.
Was it a dream? Or was it a premonition of the future?
Craig Haruyo watched the waves of Lake Rage. Moonbeams shone on the lake surface, a fight raging between silver light and dark water. He considered the recent events as he watched nature. The disappearance of Pokemon, an abnormally sized star extinguishing and many other mysteries were cropping up in his mind over and over. It didn't really concern him; he had never aspired to be a Trainer or a Breeder (unlike everyone else he knew), yet the vanishing Pokemon had definately made people feel a lot more alone. Craig, however, was used to be alone, so he couldn't honestly care less. He had always been different, but it was his choice to be himself and if anyone didn't like it, it was their problem and not his.
So, the night continued as Craig spent his time alone, watching the lake in peace and quiet. It was somewhat haunting without the chirping of Pidgeys or the bobbing of Magikarps. Nonetheless, it was all the same to him. However, his moment of solice was rudely interrupted by a deafening shockwave. He had no time to react as an eruption of force hit him, sending him a few feet into the air. He hit the snowy earth hard and felt a taste of blood in his mouth. After lying there in shock for a while, he sensed things were normal again and stood up. Snow covered the parka he had worn for the winter night and some of it was a faint red from his bleeding gums. Craig didn't care about some minor wound; he was more interested in the shockwave. What could cause such an unusual phenomenon? He listed several solutions in his head, considered each, then discarded each. Eventully, he was left with none and reluctantly accepted he didn't know the answer. With his peaceful night ruined and a question left unanswered, he felt there was nothing more to do than return to Mahogany City.
As he was journeying home by himself, he could tell things were terrible. Cars had been crushed as if they were made of paper, people had been tossed like rag dolls and windows had cracked and shattered in a million pieces. People had been injured, some worse off then others, and things were in chaos. Craig walked through the debris with care until he reached his house. Like every other building he could see, the windows had been wiped out and the car had been overturned and smashed. His mother ran outside and hugged him, but Craig didn't respond much; he was still in partial shock and lost in thought.
"Oh my god, are you okay?" She asked him sincerely. Craig nodded silently. "Well, things aren't great, as you can see. Have any idea what it was?" He shook his head. "Oh. Come inside, boy, come inside." She hurried him indoors, away from the shockwave's haunting aftermath...
OOC: Advice is not only accepted, but encouraged. It makes things better for everyone. I better not have done something wrong.
April 19th, 2008, 1:45 PM
Despite having her feet inhibited by heels, London found she could keep up with the group rather well. The skies were dark, whether because of the sun setting, or some other cause, she couldn't be sure. The city of Viridian was a mess, much unlike Violet had been. Though, things could have changed. She hadn't been home in a few months. The group of people ran swiftly towards Viridian Forest, a place in which many species of Pokémon had once lived and flourished. The thought caused her heart to hurt ever so slightly. Soon, they had stopped at the entrance to a tunnel. People began to pour inside the cavern, while Mike stayed behind, tying some sort of rope to his belt.
"Just to help us get out." London tilted her head.
"An...escape rope, right?' She flashed him a hopeful smile. Though she'd never trained Pokémon, she wasn't completely stupid...she intended on displaying her knowledge. By this time, she and Mike were the last two remaining out of the tunnel. Briefly, she gestured to the open pit. "Shall we head in?" Because they had not yet entered the tunnel, London had no clue what was going on inside...or if everyone was alright.
April 19th, 2008, 2:36 PM
Mike had the rope firmly tied around his belt and soon London came by. She had notice that it was an escape rope that he was preparing. She nodded and said with a smile that MIke was beginning to think could make her famous, "An...escape rope, right?"
Mike was sure that this girl was pretty smart since she wasn't a trainer. MIke only knew that pokemon trainers used escape ropes so there was no reason for her to know about it but that was ok. London then looked at Mike and said,” Shall we head in?"
Mike nodded and soon pulled out a pocket flashlight out of his jacket pocket. It was pretty small but it provided a lot of light. Mike then said, "Just need to get this thing out." He then flickered on the flashlight a few times before he left it on. Mike traveled enough to know that he has to always be prepared for a situation. Even if you do have a pokemon that knows Flash, you can't go without a flashlight.
Mike then said, "I guess I go first." Mike then duck down and prepare to hit the ceiling inside the tunnel but to his surprise it wasn't there or at least his head didn't hit it. MIke moved the flashlight around and just followed the others.
The cave looked very empty and not very noteworthy. Still Mike had to take a glimpse the cave to see if he could find any writings or something. There didn't seem to be any on this tunnel but still further investigation could be done later. Mike then ran down the cave until he heard the name, "Amanda!" being said.
Mike ran deeper into the tunnel until finally catching up with the group that had followed the kid. Still what MIke saw made him wonder what was going on. There was a girl engulf in pink light inside a huge opening. Mike couldn't believe what he was seeing. The only thing that Mike could say that could come close to what he was seeing right now was the Sky Pillar in HOenn since there was such a huge gapping hole.
MIke then saw that three others were inside the pink orb along with the girl and another person that was standing by the edge. Mike couldn't help to notice that the guy that was not in the ledge with the others had a gun in his hand. MIke never approved of guns but really hope that he doesn't plan on using it on the kids. MIke then said, "I better hope you don't plan on using that gun on the kids seeing that we are here to help."
Mike then looked on the other side of the hole and knew that it may not be the best idea to jump to the other side since if this was anything like Sky Pillar then the floor could break apart. Still Mike then said, "Now the question is how to bring the girl down?"
April 19th, 2008, 7:48 PM
Chika: Finish up soon. Post in the OOC thread to let me know when you're done.
Toxic0345: All areas fall in dangerously short levels. Though the writing with the sign-up is average, it is ruined by a not so good RP sample. You don't give much description of where you are and the dialogue is really weird. When I say that, I mean that it is not using proper grammar techniques introducing who is talking and how they are talking. I was not expecting such a contrast with the sample and the sign-up. Lengthen all areas and add a clearer RP sample. If it turns out better, then you may be accepted, but for now, I have to decline you. Sorry. *Declined*
Now, unfortunately since I can't double post in the OOC thread, this news will have to come here. This post initiates the first battle of the RP. Use abilities you can use to your advantage, and if you got none, use your skill as a writer to think of something clever.
Help was evidently needed; Tom did not need to answer the trainer, but nodded anyway. He rushed up to where his sister floated. He knew what he was going to do after this. He would take her home and he would ask no questions. Later, maybe. For now, getting her out of the mess she was in was more important. That was his wish, and it was shattered the next second.
It was as if her body turned to sand. She desintegrated to a pink particle and glided with the rest of the pink. Tom was left horror struck and lost sight of where her particles flew. They were somewhere in the air. What's happening? he wondered. This was not normal.
The pink particles that made up the barrier gathered in a cluster near the ceiling of the cavern and slipped through a crack. The pink was drained and left only a white barrier to keep the platform in suspension. Tom lost his balance as he felt the platform move slightly. It connected to the ledge where the others stood, leaving no more gap of air to fall through. Then the white crawled underneath the rock. It left a terrible stillness. And it left Tom speechless.
But his inability to speech would have to be held for a later time. The ground below him grew weak. Tom backed, afraid that somehow he'd fall neverending down the gap that had been concealed, but it was something more than that. A soft being formed before him. Though it very much resembled a Pokémon, it was not. It was a being made entirely out of dirt. And it resembled a Psyduck.
This shook all boundaries inside Tom. Though only twenty-four hours ago it would have meant nothing, he knew that seeing another Pokémon was something that would not happen in a long time. Though this could not be called a Pokémon, the sheer resemblance to one made him gape in awe. Then similar forms grew from around the cavern in front of the others.
This became something scary now. They were all the dark brown color of the dirt floor, but resembled different Pokémon entirely. Before Tom could get a word out, the dirt-made Psyduck snapped its dirt-brown duck bill shut right over his leg. “Ah!” he cried out, and immediately kicked at it with his other foot. Though effective, it reformed and was ready to attack again.
They all attacked.
OOC: As I said above, I cannot double post for the OOC thread, so I have to say it here. The dirt Pokémon formed in front of you are going to only be the Pokémon you are becoming. They will not have any abilities that the Pokémon they are have, meaning all they really got depending on what you are is bite or scratch. This first battle is meant to be easy as well. The further into the RP we get, the harder they will become, so this should finish quickly.
Let the chaos ensue.
Oh yeah, and Skye: pretty sweet first post. Nothing wrong with it as far as I see.
April 19th, 2008, 8:04 PM
The recorder nodded towards me. Then he touched the girl levitating. Almost immediately she turned to pink sand.
"What the hell?" Ash said outloud. It was very strange to him. He never saw someone turn to dust. It was something reserved for vampires or skeletons. Or something out of fiction, but not in real life where everything was supposed to be real. But who was he to talk. All the pokemon disappearing at one time was straight out of fiction
Suddenly Ash felt the ground change form. He saw a sand figure begin to form infront of him. Ash kept his mouth shut to contain his horror. The strange figure began to form into a small child. Then its features became more prominent. It was a small Riolu.
The Riolu began attacking his leg specifically. "Ow damn." Ash said out loud to the sand figure. It continued attacking his leg with its arms and legs. Ash felt his instincts kick in and he kicked the Riolu
The Riolu instantly reformed itself. Then it continued attacking. Ash continued to kick it but it continued to reform. He knew that some strategy was needed here
Ash moved around the rock he was on. The Riolu jumped at him. Ash ducked and saw the sand figure fall down the never ending gap. Ash felt his lungs puff in and out as he looked down the gap. He could see nothing but darkness.
April 19th, 2008, 8:59 PM
Yuuki reached the end of the passageway, panting and out of breath. Looking up at the boy whom he had been following (Whos name still was unknown to him. Why was he helping a stranger again?) he saw that they were at a dead end. He crossed his arms in an annoyed fashion and glared at the boy.
"Is this some type of joke?" He questioned in an irritated tone "Because it isn't funny! This entire place is sinking. Its dangerous. And theres no other place for your 'sister' to be hidi-"
"Does anybody hear that?" The boy asked, cutting into Yuuki's complaints. To Yuuki''s amazement, the wall before them crumbled to reveal a truly remarkable chamber, suspended over a seemilngly endless pit of nothingness.
"Ok..." Yuuki said, dumbfounded "I take that back..."
The kid must have been crazy to jump over that endless gap, unlike Yuuki, who took one stare down the never-ending void of darkness and instantly deciding not to go to the other side. He had already been crazy enough to come this far, but this was pushing the limits. He watched as the boy approached the centerpiece where his sister (or thats what he assumed she was) was suspended.
April 19th, 2008, 9:06 PM
Proceeding through the tunnel, eventually the group found themselves at a much larger chamber. A wide, bottomless gap managed to separate the recorder and the others from what might of been his target: a girl suspended on a platform somehow suspended in mid-air. Surrounded by a pink-ish barrier, the platform and the girl were across the chasm.
“Amanda!" The recorder yelled, before making a running jump to his sister. Just barely making it across, the other ex-trainer from before did so and also made it across. While Maria wanted to help them further, she wasn't willing to take a risk like that.
It didn't matter, as another matter was at hand. In the result of the recorder coming closer to the girl, she had faded away into pink sand. It was completely fantasy, to Maria. No Pokemon she knew could of done this without using Hypnosis. Even if everyone was in a trance, it would take some damn good telepathic powers to make a dream like this. The barrier lost it's pink color and became a white barrier, as the platform shook slightly. Moving ever so slightly, it eventually connected to the ledge of the chamber Maria was standing on, leaving no risk of falling to her death. That wasn't all though, but the white barrier began to swallow part of the ledge. This just left the girl in awe, wondering just how the hell this could happen with no Pokemon to even cause this event.
Maria in addition also felt the ground below her shift. It didn't, except for several Pokemon figures forming from the ground. Even more amazing, was the fact that a Pokemon came out of the ground. Ok, it wasn't exactly Pokemon, but rather sculptures of them made out of dirt and mud, perfectly replicating the ones they seemed to try and form. Everyone was facing a copy of a Pokemon, which shocked Maria even more. The girl began to doubt she would ever see something that even resembled a Pokemon except for sculptures made out of clay and such in a museum. But from following the recorder, she had ended up in a cave slowly sinking into the ground, and facing a figure of a Pokemon she known by heart.
Ralts. A complete bowl-cut hairstyle and the shard of crystal used as a horn were replicated with the dirt, along with the robes that covered the brown dirt-Ralts' body. All that was needed to complete this was the same cry a Ralts would make, and psychic powers. The latter, wasn't exactly what Maria wanted, if this thing was hostile.
Which of course, it was. This situation was turning scary, as the dirt-Psyduck near the recorder clamped it's bills on his leg. Apparently, this was the OK for every other dirt-Pokemon, including the normally-docile Ralts. Instead of being smart and using a Special Attack, it charged, preparing to scratch the girl in front of it. Normally Maria would just ignore this, as Ralts robes normally also surrounded the hand, making it more rounded. This also was added onto the fact Ralts had no claws or sharp fingernails to scratch, slash, or tear like physically based Pokemon. However with all this chaos, Maria wasn't going to take a chance.
The thing still had the upper hand, as it never bothered to plan a move and instead gone first by just a second. Due to the close distance, the tiny dirt Pokemon scratched at Maria's legs. Not that much damage, except for a small cut. Still, this was an annoyance, as the Ralts was going to start punching and kicking until there was some sort of wound. As such, the Ralts' head had a huge dent in it, being kicked by the girl in front of it. Showing no signs of damage from the now deformed head, it simply reformed. As such, it began to continue it's weak yet annoying onslaught.
"Tch... Apparently you are a bit more annoying than I thought," Maria murmured. To be honest, she had overlooked the obvious fact there would be some trick up these things' sleeves. The dirt-made Ralts continued to try it's hand at punches, which actually hurt, because well it was made from magicial dirt and rock that could reform easily to adapt the situation (plus there's the fact Ralts seem to do have some physical strength from their ability to learn the elemental punches). Apparently, Ralts don't have claws so it was simply relying on the dirt to do damage before.
"Ow..." the girl said as she launched another kick at the Ralts, only causing it to reform again. Brute force wasn't going to work, that was obvious. So right now, she attempted to try and find a way to get it off the edge. This way, maybe she could hopefully get rid of it. It then repeated the offensive once again.
April 19th, 2008, 10:25 PM
Then it seems like it only took one event to make all things go crazy. The boy looked as if he was going to walk up to the girl that was named Amanda, or so Mike guess that what was the girl's name, and then she just began to turn to dust. Before their eyes, the girl began to just slowly become pink dust and it looked as if it was floating upward and the pink light that once engulfed her had turn pure white and then it looked like it became solid.
Still that wasn't the end of it. Small little pokemon made of dirt began to form before everybody that had follow the boy. Mike could see a psyduck, or a small one, before the boy they followed, one girl was faced with a ralts and it seems like everybody else had their own little dirt made pokemon before them.
MIke then looked around and saw that a brown dirt-made absol had form before him. It looked like he was going to attack Mike and Mike should know since he battle with one many times before. Mike looked at the absol and said, "Well this is deja vu."
The absol made out of dirt then charge forth and Mike just simply moved out of the way to dodge the attack but he forgot one thing. Absols had two blades, one on their head and another as a tail. With one swish, the tail swung and hit Mike in the arm. It wasn't very sharp being made out of dirt but it did strach the jacket. Mike expected to feel a jolt of pain but didn't. The absol then made a second leap and this time it just knock the flashlight out of Mike's hands. Mike simply pick up the flashlight and pocket it seeing that it may not be of good use right now.
"Ok, looks like it is harder to take an absol just alone but I kind of did it once before." said Mike as then soon something told him to move again. Working with this feeling, Mike made a step to the left then duck down to avoid both attacks of the absol. Mike knew that absols had many ways to attack but it was that tail and head blade that made them dangerous.
Soon something overcame Mike. It was kind of like the feeling from before but this time it was drawing Mike to another direction. He then remembered London. Mike didn't remember how close she was to him but if she is undergoing the same experience as him then he could only guess what pokemon she has to fight. With that thought in mind, Mike began to make a dash with only one thing in his mind, to help London out. Mike knew that when he sees her that he may have to tackle something down. Then with one look back, it seems like Mike was being follow by the dirt-made absol.
"Looks like I may have to find a way to get rid of you then don't I?" said Mike as he countinue to run. He knew that London must be inside this cavern but he just had this feeling he had to make sure he was close by her.
April 20th, 2008, 1:38 AM
Maxwell completely ignored the nobody's stupid warning, instead concentrating on the events on the platform. The girl suddenly seemed to disappear, disintegrating on the spot. Interesting - the main question was, what would happen to her then? Was it simply some sort of execution device, or did she perhaps teleport? Maxwell wanted that platform, but how in Dante's Inferno was he to get it out before the cave sank? Impossible, most likely. He sighed, looking back out over the abyss. That's when the creatures appeared. From his position, the first one Maxwell noticed was the psyduck-thing on the platform. Not wanting to take any risks, he raised his gun. Suddenly, everything went dark.
Maxwell only had his calm composure to thank for not letting him fall into the abyss out of shock. Whatever was happening, though, was rather painful. It was as if something tried to squeeze his head off while simultaneously sandblasting his cheek. Feeling for his assailant with his free hand, Maxwell discovered that there was some sort of ball clasped over his head. In a frightening display of cold blood, the rich boy put his gun to the enemy's body and pulled the trigger three times. The shots echoed in the cave as the bullets whistled past his head, and the pressure melted away from his neck. He looked down to see that he was now standing in a pile of dirt and sand - and he had no time to clear his confusion before he had to thrown himself on the ground to avoid a flying Riolu-shaped lump of dirt.
"What the hell!?", he exclaimed. Instead of allowing the confused young man to rest, however, the pile of dirt he'd been standing in suddenly rose from the ground and reformed into the shape of a smokeless Gastly. Maxwell raised an eyebrow while trying to get a grasp of the situation. Everything had happened pretty fast, but he thought he was getting the hang of it. Dirt-things attacking everyone, dirt-things impervious to physical damage, so the only way was to drop 'em down the abyss - if that would even work. The question was, how does one drop a creature that could fly?
"Very well, then... if I can't kill you, I'll at least have my revenge for that bite!", he exclaimed, jumping the creature as it advanced, taking a large bite out of the side of its head. Naturally, the result of such a tremendously well-planned action was a powerful - and hard to get rid of - taste of dirt in Maxwell's mouth. Hissing and spitting, Maxwell leant at the cave wall, nearly vomiting and steadily cursing himself under his breath. A few seconds passed in this manner before he came to his senses and turned to face the monster yet again. What he found, however, surprised him greatly. The Gastly-thing was on the ground, twitching, apparently paralyzed. Not one to question Lady Luck, Maxwell gave the thing a swift kick to send it into the abyss. Letting his gaze follow its arcing path, Maxwell could only feel disappointed in the fact that he did not bring a cage.
April 20th, 2008, 7:53 AM
OOC: Sorry about the two day inactivity, family matters. Its hard to write when birthdays in the family happen close together. I'm also not sure about this post. Theres a lot of "What If's" here but I tried my best to make it rather realistic. If anyone has any doubt, I will explain my line of thought behind it. I should be able to post more often...leading to shorter posts that aren't trying to cover a whole lot i've missed.
Lee Hallows - Viridian Pokemon Centre
I had just finished a small prayer when a heard a scream that jolted me out from the next prayer I was starting, I looked from my seat over towards the cafeteria, to see a boy that looked to be about my age panickly crying out for help. I listened for a bit from where I was sitting and sighed. Now It wasn't just all the pokemon going missing now little children too? This entire day had been strange already, and it was getting worse it seems as the night wore on.The boys cries for help did not go in vain, as a small group of trainers (or maybe the right word now was ex-trainers?) slowly gathered around the distressed boy. Myself, I was feeling sorry for him. I really wanted to help him...but before I could go and offer my help, the small group of youngsters, lead by that boy headed out of the pokemon centre. As per usual, i'd been too slow at deciding.
I settled back down but I've noticed the air in the the pokemon centre had warmed quite a bit. Futhermore the whiff of body odor had started to filter about. Feeling uncomfortably warm, I decided there and then that I needed to get a bit of fresh air. As I walked out of the Pokemon Centre my eyes bore witness to what could only be called chaos. All around, every building I could see had no glass window...The footpaths instead glittering with the smashed remains of these windows. Cars were upturned, even a bus was on its side. People outside were arguing, fighting even a few were throwing things. The wail of sirens could be heard in the distance, singeling that the law enforcement were out in force. Suddenly, I don't really care about the fact I'd argued with my father earlier as worry began to eat away at me. What if something had happened to him? There I decided that I needed to head back to the hotel, to see if my father was there and okay. If the world was ending any time soon, I didn't want to be alone.
As I turned to walk off, I saw something out of the corner that made me jump to the side in surprise...right into someone else! I backed off as something dislorged from the persons belt...A pokeball. The person turned around quickly reveilling a rather overweight adult as the pokeball rolled in the gutter and he made a lunge for it with a desperate look on his face. But horrors of horrors, before he could grab it the sound of it falling down the drain into water reached our ears. The man turned to me, grief and loss now masked by a look of wild rage. Uh-oh...
I ran and ran like hell, looking back occasionally. The man chasing me was slowly falling behind, quickly becoming tired. I didn't stop however...that look of rage in the man's eyes was still there. After a while, I thought I'd lost the man and rested. I looked around. The red light nearby cast spooky shadows around. Then I noticed something dark on the cement. Closer examination appeared to be footprints, like somebody had stepped in something or on something wet possibly, they seemed to lead up towards the park nearby, the footprints slowly fading as they got towards the park area. But I didn't have time to ponder as I heard a gnuff angry voice say from nearby "Where's thats damn kid...I'm going to make him pay..." Without hesitation I rushed off in the direction the footprints were leading, not wanting to be caught.
I ran accross the nearby park. Even in the darkness I saw some similaries with it to the one i'd visited earlier that day.I didn't stop to look, since it wasn't really smart to stop running when an angry man is after you. As I got to the end of the park, I noticed a great place I could hide. It was a tunnel of sorts. It actually looked sort of spooky in a way. But I didn't have time to worry about that, I didn't want to be hurt. So, gathering up my courage and went inside.
The tunnel was rather cramped as I travelled down along it. In some areas the roof got so lowthat I had to duck down. As I proceeded further, to my suprise I could see light. Again I reasoned at just scooting it out of this place, but the thought of possibly facing an angry man who could really do some real damage in his rage. So I continued on...."Thank Arceee..."
The words died in my mouth, as I entered into a chamber...My look of relief that had started to form on my face turned to horror...
The chamber, illuminated softly but a combination of pink light from above and white light had other people inside...but I looked on to see them under attack, by what looked to be lumps of dirt and sand. However on another look, They weren't just lumps...They're were in the shape of pokemon...
"De-Demon-s" I stammered, shocked at the sight
But the worse was yet to come...
For as I looked down the dirt in front of me began to shift...and twist and slowly from itself into a shape that I recogized from my teachings by my father.
A Houndour. A houndour made of dirt, sand and pebbles
It lunged for my leg, and I reacted quickly in panic swinging my leg out of the way. However it left me my other leg vulnerable and quickly latched on the my other leg with ferocity i've had never seen. I gasped in suprise mainly as it fortunately was not as painful as I would of expected. I quickly kicked rather clumsily at the earthy houndour and suprisingly it crumbled apart and the animated dirt fell to the floor...only to reform itself again.
I have to think of something...Facing a foe that was kin to dreaded "Devil dog" as the order called it was bad enough...The things I had heard about it from the order were fightening even as a tale but even to face one in battle, may it be dirt or flesh horrified me.
April 20th, 2008, 8:25 AM
It seemed like forever that London followed Mike down the tunnel. Her footsteps echoed all the way down the cavern each time she put her heel down. The sight she saw next shocked her. The boy who had been shouting about some girl approached...well...a girl. As he got closer to her, she evaporated into a pile of pink sand. London felt her breath escape her. This sort of thing didn't happen in the real world, at least, not that she was aware of. It was possible she was dreaming this, that she had fallen asleep when she sat in the armchair and had dreamt waking up and getting pie, as well as the events that followed it. But everything had seemed too real. The dank scent of the cave, her interactions with Mike back at the Pokémon Center...it had all seemed too real to be a dream.
Her thoughts were cut short when the dirt began to form shapes. Shapes that attacked people. Her body trembled as she backed out of the tunnel slowly. Before her, a shape rose out of the dirt. She recognized it as an Eevee, one of the most widely loved Pokémon. London had always been under the impression that Eevees were tame, lovable Pokémon. But as the dirt Eevee launched itself at her, she thought otherwise. The others began to battle their respective dirt shapes, but London didn't have any violent experience. Instead, she turned and bolted down the path. She wanted to kick herself for wearing both heels and a mini skirt. London felt herself fall to the ground, a hole ripping in the fishnets on her right leg. The Eevee leapt at her. In response, London kicked it, sending a heel straight through the dirt monster's face. It fell to the floor. Just when she thought she could relax, the Eevee reformed. At this point, London was backed against the wall, her knees held close to her chest. She whipped her head to the side to see Mike running her way, followed by an even bigger dirt creature.
"Mike!" The voice was meant to be a yell, but it came out as a whimper. She tried to stand, but the Eevee wouldn't let her. Instead, it attacked once more, met with the back of London's hand as she slapped it to the side. Once more it formed, looking at her through angry eyes as it twisted its face into a snarl.
April 20th, 2008, 12:40 PM
Mike continue to run to find London and eventually he saw that he was right. London too was being attack by a pokemon and it was kind of funny, if it wasn’t for the fact that he was being attack by an absol and that London was being attack, because the pokemon that was attacking London was an eevee. Mike never seen an eevee so fierce in battle in all of his travels and really this was a surprise.
Mike then looked back to see that the dirt-made absol still chasing after him. Mike knew that he had to subdue it somehow but the how part was making Mike think. Mike continue to run to make sure that the absol and him had a good distance between him and it.
Mike then got closer to where London was and saw that she wasn’t fairing well against the small eevee even it was just a very friendly pokemon by nature. Mike should have guess that London really didn’t know how to fight against something like this even it was just an eevee. Still that wasn’t the issue to deal with right now. It looked like the little dirt-made eevee was going to attack London.
Mike then dove and grab the little dirt eevee by the tail with one hand and with the other one he place it under the dirt-made eevee’s stomach. He then felt something and looked in the direction that this feeling was coming from. He then at once threw the dirt-made eevee in that direction and saw that it slammed right into the dirt-made absol’s face and made both pokemon fly back. When the absol hit the ground, it turned into a pile of dirt.
Mike then looked at London and offered his hand to help her up. She looked kind of scared. Mike then said in a worry tone, “Are you ok?”
Mike then turn around and saw that the pile of dirt was beginning to reform to become an absol again. Mike was surprise by this and said, “Looks like it kind of gotten worse now.” Mike at once began to think about ways to stop these two dirt-made pokemon and then it hit him. Still it seems like the dirt made pokemon were not going to let him. The dirt-made absol was already advancing towards Mike with a deadly growl.
Mike at once took off his bag from over his shoulder and then threw a rock at the dirt-made absol. He then threw the bag down at London and said, “Look for a sports bottle of water. Hurry.” Mike then threw another rock that made the dirt absol stop and Mike was hoping it would stop the dirt-made eevee.
April 20th, 2008, 1:31 PM
((OOC: Best I could do now... I had to use a ton of time-span, so if I did something wrong, or didn't understand something fully, I will edit if requested.))
Aryn's plan was working, but not in a way she had liked. The only thing she overheard was the same thing; basically pandemonium, and of course, she hated it. I mean, really. Why are people still shouting, sobbing, and getting into fist fights? The hysterical crying was somewhat understandable, but there is no need for any more violence. She had also noticed that people had been lightly, to severely injured by either the broken glass that probably flew through the air at a dangerous speed moments ago, or maybe the cars that were randomly 'tossed' about. Some were trying to help one another, but somehow it lead to more bickering.
All this noise that never seemed for cease for even one moment made Aryn's head throb with pain. Great, the headache is back. Way to make it better. Despite the pure chaos all around, she tried to tune them out and think more about her plan. Alright, just wandering around the streets isn't working... and I swear if someone screams next to me I'm going to lose it... Aryn sighed for being momentarily distracted, and continued. Let's see, gatherings of people are frequently found at Pokemon Centers, but would there really be a reason for anyone to go there? Aryn shook her head slowly. At least it was an idea. Now, where was it?
Despite her astigmatism, she was able to find it just by recognizing the traditional looks of a Pokemon Center. She was to the left of the door, and was about to walk in to give it a try, but then a boy with a worried-like expression darted out of the Center. Wow he could run. Wondering why he'd be in such a hurry, her eyes couldn't help but follow the boy with where he might be going until he was out of view. "Huh, that was odd... wonder what-" She cut herself off as a couple more people ran after him soon after, trying to follow wherever he was going. Being curious wasn't answering anything, although, it seems her plan would come in handy now as a couple of people inside the Center began to talk amongst themselves. She was able to hear since the door was still open from the others running out.
"Oh wow, hope it turns out alright."
"What turns out..?"
"Sheesh, how could you not hear the commotion that went on in the cafeteria?"
"This place is crammed with people! How would I know everything ?!"
"Or maybe because you were crying too hard to notice."
Aryn sighed inwardly as this might just turn into another pointless fist-fight and hold no useful information, but continued to eavesdrop silently while she still could.
"Shut up! Will you just tell me?!"
"Alright, alright. Well, I think that kid needed help with something. Mentioned a 'her' too. Didn't hear much other details than that."
"That's it? Wonder what happens this time... that kid seems lucky though. With whatever he needed help with having to do with her, lots of people look like they're going with him."
"Who do you think it is? Obviously someone close? A girlfriend?"
"Oh geez! Give that a rest, will ya? It's probably a family member... maybe a cousin or a sister or something..."
"Yeah, whatever man. You just always think you're right!"
The conversation ended with pointless and idiotic fight, but she tuned them out after they had guessed who this 'her' was. Honestly, her attention was caught at the guess of a family member; more specifically the sister deduction. It seems she has a soft spot for that. I wonder... is that true..? Lots of strange things happened tonight... it must be pretty bad. Aryn looked down at her charm again, deep in thought. I mean, if she did go, it wouldn't really matter since there were plenty of people going after him. She shook her head. Decisions now final, she was already walking hurriedly to where she could remember him going. She did not run, because she didn't exactly want to be seen following. It's not like she actually volunteered to help the boy out.
However, in a moment she did start to run, since she might forget where he may be going. Also, he had to go around various obstacles in the way, like a huge bus, or a car or two. Aryn was going to have to hope she could faintly see the others behind him, trying to catch up. Aryn thought she saw some people up ahead as she continued to follow, although it seems her astigmatism wanted to get in the way, but continued to try and follow in their direction, slowing her pace.
Within a few moments it seemed she was back in Viridian forest, but this area was unfamiliar, which was somewhat strange since she comes here frequently. She hadn't seen another person for a bit though. This area was also unfamiliar, and almost seemed like it could be a secret spot of sorts. She was about to give up trying, when she thought she saw something move up ahead. Aryn walked over slowly, but stayed somewhat hidden, wondering if it was one of the people that had followed the boy, but it wasn't anything she'd ever expect, despite the strange happenings thus far. A very uninviting and ominous tunnel was ahead. But it was slowly sinking into the ground. Aryn's rubbed her eyes a moment, not believing this. Yeah, it was sinking into the ground. Nothing wrong with vision here. What the hell is this..?! They went in there? How can that even sink anyway?! Despite her not being a people person, she was not heartless, even if she seemed to be. However, she was so surprised about this sinking tunnel, she just noticed that maybe two others were outside of the tunnel for a moment. A boy was putting a good use for an Escape Rope, and tying it around a nearby tree, then his belt. Momentarily, he had a working flashlight as well for the exploration in this tunnel. There was a girl with him too, that followed him in soon after. Quite a lot of volunteers. They both had to duck a bit to even enter. Within seconds of entry, they were out of view.
Silently, Aryn came out of hiding a bit, staring at the tunnel a moment. She wasn't about to do anything rash, or possibly even risk her life without a plan of sorts. Was there really anything she could do? What was the point of really following? Aryn sighed quietly as she stayed near the tunnel for now. It had still continued to sink. She was now somewhat hoping that they would return safely, and once she could think of a way to help... she would at least try.
April 20th, 2008, 2:19 PM
Cato watched the entire ordeal from the sidelines, standing unnoticeably with the some of the other helpers. The frenzied teen, who seemed to be the leader of this entire operation, was doing some incredible things. Not too long ago, when the group reached a dead end, the boy had simply touched the cave wall and it collapsed before him. Just now, he had made a nearly impossible leap and was standing before a magnificent sculpture. Intricate pink lights floated about and a small girl was engulfed by it. It was then that Cato realized this must be the boy’s sister.
The boy stared emotionally at his sister, believing that the nightmare had finally reached its conclusion. He couldn’t be further from the truth. In one false swoop, the pink light evaporated, taking the youthful girl with it. Her body disintegrated into small, almost invisible, pink particles. The leading male was stunned as all his hopes vanished in seconds. But the worst was still to come.
Platform moved from under the boy’s feet, connecting the two ledges, but no one moved yet. The dirt from the ledges suddenly rose in a ghastly manner, all taking various shapes as if they had a mind of their own. The first completed shape was that of a Psyduck, which was closest to the leading male. Everyone let out a small gasp, as they hadn’t seen any thing even resembling a Pokemon in days. Then, without warning, the duck attacked the leader, who quickly retaliated. However, even though his attack hit square on, the dirt recollected and Psyduck moved forward for another strike. Cato focused on the boy’s face and he seemed to be staring at something behind the group. A menacing chill ran up the apprentice’s spine as he slowly turned around, only to come face-to-face with a small army of dirt-Pokemon.
As the surrounding humans took notice of the “creatures,” Cato focused mainly on one that was glaring at him with crimson eyes. He immediately recognized its shape as that of an Abra, which he greatly revered in his research because its final evolution, Alakazam, was the smartest of all Pokemon. However, Cato could easily tell that this dirt-Pokemon held a sort of “primitive nature” in it. And there’s only one thing a primitive species is good at: attacking.
In a wave of terror, the dirt-Pokemon marched forward, each lunging at a respective human. The chaos dispersed the group, and Cato dived to the right as the Abra leapt for him. Although it missed, Cato’s dived caused his glasses to fly off his face and into the endless abyss below. With a cry, the assistant pushed his body forward and with great luck, caught the glasses before they fell too far. With half his body dangling over the edge, Cato wasn’t even close to ready for what had happened next.
A large foot slammed repeatedly on his back, and each time he let out a small whimper. His fragile body ached as the Abra relentlessly attacked, taking neither mercy nor remorse in what it was doing. Cato, although not being the nicest guy around, would never hurt a Pokemon. But this... this abomination was definitely not a Pokemon. Thanks to his quick thinking, Cato snatched magnifying glass that he had brought for his expedition out of his pocket and smashed it against the Abra’s head. As the body stood unhindered, the head went soaring into the deep abyss. As the distance between the two entities increased, the enchantment put on the dirt fell apart until finally, the dirt collapsed into a normal mound atop Cato’s back.
Unwilling to wait and see if the creature was going to reform, Cato got up, slid off his lab coat and threw it into the abyss, taking the dirt mound with it. With his black undershirt revealed, he turned around to see most of the others still struggling with their own dirt-Pokemon. Completely wiped out by his trial, Cato suddenly fell to his knees and began taking deep breathes. The others would have to fight on without his help.
April 20th, 2008, 2:48 PM
The dirt-Ralt's primitive nature was it's downfall. Specializing mainly on offense, the living mound of dirt seemed to lack any intelligence to realize when to back off. As such, Maria quickly learned it wasn't worthwhile trying to force it to retreat. Actually, that was fairly obvious, but rather she also learned it wasn't willing to take any risks. Specifically a lunge at her, like many of the other dirt-Pokemon thought was a good idea, resulting in their downfall.
It didn't matter though, as Maria kicked the creature hard enough that the head simply detached from the rest of the body. The dirt-made Ralts stood still, as if whatever possessed it died or left. The dirt-head was launched slightly, directly into the abyss. It took a few seconds before the dirt-Ralts seemed to change back into it's original form: a pile of dirt. The enchantment casted on the dirt turning it into some sort of demon faded away. The dirt mound didn't seem to want to reform, so Maria just left it there.
The dirt-creatures were constantly fighting the other members of this expedition, only to stop when they were destroyed. Maria was finished with the dirt-Ralts once in front of her, and eyed what else was in the room. Hopefully they could take care of these things on their own, but Maria was willing to help if needed, long as that Ralts dirt-mound didn't come back to life and attack again.
April 20th, 2008, 4:04 PM
OOC: the first part of this post is meant for Skye in order to get his character with the rest of us quickly. Skye, the house Walter is outside of is your house.
Walter was only 14 years old. He was a trainer with an average build for his age and light brown hair. He had been a trainer on a journey through Johto. Everything he ever wished for, everything he ever hoped for was ruined for him when the Pokémon of the world disappeared. Now he is an average person who was lucky enough to have relatives in Mahogany Town that would let him stay, but he could not stay for long. He needed to get back home to Goldenrod City.
“You cannot go back alone,” said his uncle. “Look how dangerous it has gotten out there!”
He was of course speaking of the chaos growing and the overturned cars and hurt people because of the shockwave, if you can call it that. Walter however was determined. He sneaked away from the house and was ready to head back to Goldenrod. Though this was his main goal, he was not a complete idiot. Of course this journey would be dangerous, and he knew he’d need a companion who could come with him. Therefore he needed to find someone who had a relative in Goldenrod who would be happy to travel with him.
His first attempt was with the next door neighbor. He knocked upon the door, waiting for a reply.
There was nothing Tom could do to get the dirt form to stop attacking. It would simply regenerate itself into a form once again and continue to attack. But he realized how closed and narrow his mind was. The others were quickly finding a way to finish them off. Hoping to be as successful, he tried to lead the Psyduck dirt-creature towards a ledge. All he had to do was run.
But he had decided to jump over the mantel that his sister had been over, and this led to something far more unexpected. Much like the aura that had been moments before, the white particles returned. This time, they turned a gold color, and before Tom could jump off the pedestal, it swooped for him and pulled him back. He had no control over it. Immediately, he tried to fight it. This caused the other dirt forms to stop their constant attacks and turn to him.
He heard something strange. He wasn’t quite sure what it was, but it called to him. It calmed him, and for awhile, a blank and calmed expression remained. The light, suddenly so beautiful and mesmerizing, made peace in his soul. He could not explain it any further than that, and this is why he did not want to disturb this entities process.
But then he remembered what the entity had done to his sister. “No!”
It was in that brief moment that he felt a surge within him, tossed outward. It was strong enough to cause a dust up in the cavern, but by far weaker than the last explosive wave most likely caused by his sister. The gold retreated and returned to white, escaping through the walls once again, and the forms of Pokémon fell to pieces.
Tom breathed heavily as he fell off the mantel. It was over, he was sure. He felt it. But then there was another problem; the light that illuminated the room was dying. It was growing ever so darker, and the realization hit him like a rock; the place was sinking into the ground!
Without a moment to spare, he shouted the obvious before taking off. “Run!”
April 20th, 2008, 4:10 PM
“Run!” Ash heard. Ash was watching everyone fighting off their sand creatures. Then a bright light came upon them. Ash didn't need Tom to say twice. He was already running.
Ash began running up the tunnel following Tom. He realised why Tom told them to run. The place was sinking into the ground. It was so obvious. The walls seemed to spew sand out of them. As if the entire chamber was collapsing upon itself to seal them in.
"Ash why dig a ditch. Come on. Play with me...."
"We who are about to die"
Ash shook his head as he continued running
April 20th, 2008, 4:19 PM
London braced herself for an attack, when the Eevee was swiftly thrown by Mike. It collided with the Pokémon that had been chasing him, and the two flew backwards, the larger turning to a pile of dirt. Mike offered her his hand, worriedly asking if she was alright. She nodded, but before she could get up, the Pokémon began to reform, looking even more vicious. London found Mike's bag thrown near her as Mike hit the Pokémon with a rock.
“Look for a sports bottle of water. Hurry.” He threw another rock, causing both Absol and Eevee to stop. London grabbed the bag and furiously dug through it, eventually coming up with the bottle of water he had been referring to. Uncapping the bottle, she doused both their assailants with water, turning them into a pile of mud. Her chest heaved, and she dropped the now empty bottle into the bag. When she had caught her breath, she turned to Mike, giving him a weak, yet appreciative smile.
"Thank you..." she began softly. Whatever she was about to say soon became meaningless as the light that had once poured into the room slowly began to disperse. A distant voice commanded them to run. It hit London that they were in danger.
"We have to get out of here," she said, fear filling both her face and her voice, as she grasped Mike's hand in her own and began to run.
April 20th, 2008, 5:01 PM
In the time Maria looked at how the recorder faired in battle, he had jumped over the mantel his sister was once suspended on. The entire chamber was swallowed in a white light, as it faded and all the sand-creatures (or demons) collapsed and the magic controlling them faded away, like it did with the dirt-made Ralts. The boy then jumped off the platform he was once on, and ran out the cave.
"Crap." Maria thought as she looked out the tunnel leading to the massive room they were in. The light was fading away, showing that the cave was continuing to sink in the ground. The group had spent too much time fighting, and if they didn't hurry, eventually they would be trapped in this chamber and die. Facing the exit, she ran as fast as she could, followed by the others.
Fear consumed Maria as she seen the tunnel's entrance disappear. The entire chamber was sinking, flooding itself with dirt and sand. It was if whatever possessed the dirt here wanted them all to stay with it, forever.
April 20th, 2008, 6:18 PM
WHAT? Yuuki thought to himself, witnessing some very strange things going on. The first would be the girl that he believed to be the boys sister disintegrating into pieces of pink dust, and the second would be dirt-forms of pokemon appearing, and attacking the group that had invaded the chamber. Yuuki was relieved to see that the pokemon were all relatively small, and that they only were using normal attacks against them, making them relatively harmless, until he felt a presence behind him with he was sure was his own pokemon. Something was keeping him from turning to face it. He was afraid of what he would face, because whatever was behind him gave off the feeling of being very large.
"Kahn." a gruff voice behind him went, making him spin around almost immedately out of disbelief. Behind him stood a dirt replica of a Kangaskahn, wich was glaring down at him with an angry look in its eyes. Yuuki was glued to the ground. He couldn't believe what was actually attacking him. Kengaskahn? What were the chances! Before he had the chance to say anything, the pokemon brought its claw down upon him in a mighty scratch attack to his side, which sent him flying across the room, tumbling to the floor. He attempted to get up once again, only to have pain go through his body, too injured from his side to move. Now he was forced to watch as the Kengaskahn slowly approached him, inspecting her defeated opponent. The mighty beast towered over Yuuki's immobile body as he lied on the floor. He couldn't help but notice that its pouch was empty. Was that why it was attacking him? Did it think he did something to its child? It felt like new years all over again. Goodie.
"Kengaskahn." It stated plainly, before raising one of its giant feet over the boy. Yuuki closed his eyes as she brought it down, expecting to be crushed under the weight of the massive pokemon in seconds, but the moment never came. As the foot decended, the pokemon crumbled back to dirt, falling harmlessly on the boy.
Slowly opening his eyes, Yuuki was relieved that the pokemon had not been able to finish its attack, until he heard the boy they had chased down there yell "Run!" and suddenly realized that they could be stuck down there forever. With a sudden burst of strength, he got painfully up, and sprinted twords the caves exit. His body hurt, but he had no intention of being trapped under there forever.
April 20th, 2008, 6:33 PM
Lee Hallows - Inside A mysterious cavern
Suddenly the dirt Houndour, stopped trying to hurt me, it turned around and ran for another of the people in the cave. It never made it. Before it got even halfway, a blast of light engulfed the chamber and every one of the dirt creatures suddenly disintergrated, leaving little trace of thier existance but the piles of thier remains. The mysterious light lighting the cavern had began to dull.
"Run!" I heard from one of the others
As I heard that, sand and dirt began the flood the chamber. Obviously whatever sort of demon or spirit that existed here wanted us dead and buried. I wasted no time in starting to backtrack as fast as possible back up the tunnel towards the surface. Althought I was near exhausted, the thought of being buried alive strove me on, as it seemed the others who were also trying to escape.
April 20th, 2008, 8:44 PM
Mike threw more rocks at the two pokemon that was attacking London and Mike. The dirt made eevee and absol seem to have been frozen by this barrage of rocks. Still it wasn’t stopping them completely since they began to get closer to London and Mike. At least it was keeping them from pouncing which was good for the moment. Still with a stream of water, the pokemon were hit by it and soon began to melt to a pile of mud. Mike just stood there with a rock in hand preparing to throw it incase it did decide to reform but it never did.
Mike looked at where London was and saw that she was putting the water bottle back inside his bag. London then said, "Thank you..." and gave Mike one of her smiles but it didn’t last long because soon that smile was replace by a look of fear.
“What is wrong?” asked Mike. He was wondering what was going on inside her head.
Still before he was able to get a response from her, London just said, "We have to get out of here," She then grabbed Mike’s hand and at once began to lead Mike out of the cave.
Mike then notice that the cave was about to come down on them. He was positive that the walls around them was sinking to the ground and could see what was worrying London. Mike had to say that it wasn’t the first time he has seen this but knew that unlike the last time, there was no coming out of it with being cover in sand. Mike then remember the escape rope that he had tied to him.
Mike then held tightly to London’s hand and said, “Just hold on tightly. I am going to use the escape rope to get us out of here.” Mike could guess that if the walls were coming down on them then so must the entrance but if they could get out of here faster then he was not oppose to using the escape rope to get out of here.
Mike began to run a bit faster so he was almost directly behind London but not to be hit by her running legs and then place one hand around her and with that hand he pulled on the escape rope. At once the escape rope just began to get tighten as it began to pull Mike who was holding on to London forward to make them run faster thus making them coming closer and closer to the entrance that they came in from originally.
April 20th, 2008, 9:00 PM
“Just hold on tightly. I am going to use the escape rope to get us out of here.” Recalling the escape rope made London calm down a bit. She felt Mike's arm encircle her waist and, with one swift tug, the rope that was tied around him begin to tighten. She felt her legs begin to speed up, aided by the gentle pull of the rope. As the cavern began to collapse around them, they headed quickly for the exit. London clutched tightly to Mike's arm as they ran, more for support than anything else. Eventually, she felt fresh air hit her face. Her knees buckled underneath her as she collapsed to the ground. She would never take solid land for granted again.
"You alright?" she turned to Mike. Her face was splattered with dirt, as were her clothes, and her fishnets were ripped in multiple places. Still, she was simply thankful to have made it safely out of the tunnel. "You saved me again. I don't know how I'm going to thank you." At that, she flashed him another smile as she struggled to catch her breath.
April 20th, 2008, 11:20 PM
Aryn stayed somewhat near the tunnel, but had moved to a slightly further location, allowing the foliage around to hide her presence. The tunnel was still in clear view, but it never had stopped sinking for even one moment. However, when she was only a few feet from that ominous tunnel, she could have sworn it sounded like a struggle or two, or more, were taking place. Even for her, it was somewhat difficult for her to not worry; even though they were strangers. That's strange in itself. Something could have been down there, and if there wasn't, they're lives would still be at risk if they did not escape soon. Buried alive... a horrible fate it would be indeed.
Aryn held back a yawn as she leaned her back against a trunk of a sturdy tree. It was probably extremely late now. Her mom was probably worried, since Aryn left right after that strange happening earlier... she'd be in for it. Just thinking about it made Aryn a bit uneasy.
Thankfully, Aryn was brought out of her thoughts as she thought she heard footsteps coming from the direction of the tunnel. A few moments later, the two she saw enter last had escaped from the Escape Rope the boy had set up. Turned out to be very useful, but that's easy to predict. It's still odd, that she might have been worried for these people, but a human life is still something not to be taken lightly. Though, Aryn was sure that the others would return momentarily. If there was any more trouble, they would help each other out. She did not think of it any further, maybe also just hoping they'll be making it out alright.
It was probably very late now, though she still does not want to say she is exhausted per se. The others have probably been through much more. Regardless, she still stayed as silent as possible and began walking in the opposite direction to go deeper into the forest. She was slightly unfamiliar of the area, but she comes into the forest plenty of times, so she'd make it out one way or another.
((OOC: Lame and pretty pointless, but I'm trying to post kind of... faster, I guess. I didn't have to use a lot of time-span, so that made me a little content.))
April 21st, 2008, 9:53 AM
The escape rope then began to pull both Mike and London out of the cave. Mike legs were being being pulled while Mike had his arms around London to make sure that she was being pulled out of the cave. Mike was kind of worry that the exit will close up on them thus making the escape rope useless but their luck held on and soon the fresh air was in Mike's face and they were out of the cave.
London just fell to the ground and looked pretty much relief to be out of the cave. Mike was kind of glad to be out of there too. He knew that he had fought against an absol before but never like that. Still that cave was the first time Mike had ever seen anything like that before.
"You alright? You saved me again. I don't know how I'm going to thank you." London had a smile on her face and was covered in dirt. London didn't looked nothing like she was before with her torn up fishnet stockings. Mike guess he faired better since his clothes were pratically made to get dirty but still he was worry about the jacket kind of but that could be taken care later.
Mike nodded and said, "Yeah. I am doing ok. Have to admit that I didn't see that coming. We went in to help some kid and then we get attack. Nice." Mike then smile back to London and said, "Still no need to thank you. Heck if it wasn't for you then we will still be in that cave and trapped in it." MIke then wonder how the other kids were doing.
April 21st, 2008, 7:43 PM
OOC: I was actually hoping that you all would RP yourselves dramatically escaping the tunnel (I was gone a full twenty-four hours; enough time, I'd think >_>; ) so I'm just going to pretend you all made it out alive to advance to the next chapter.
The exit was in clear view. All was crumbling around them, but it did not matter. The end was within reach, and he believed he'd fit in a tight squeeze. Tom was practically crawling out of the tunnel now, a fear of claustrophobia taking over. He never believed he had such a fear, and certainly did not after what he had done to try to rescue his sister, but it hit him like a bullseye target. He struggled out, and after halfway, he felt the weight of the cave touch his backside. It furthered him into a panic as he slipperily made his way out.
He managed in a sweat. Looking back at the entrance, he saw the last of it disappear on solid ground. The only source of light was the moonlight, much like it had been within the cave. Only now, he was not so sure if it were a good thing. He knew something that hurt him. It stung hard, and though all had made it safely out alive, he couldn't help but cry out.
Her name drifted away in the darkest night.
End of Chapter
OOC: Be aware that though this is the end of the chapter, I don't want everyone to wait until I post the next chapter to RP. I will post the next one tommorrow (in this thread of course), but for the time being, let's RP ourselves back to the Center or comfort each other or have Aryn show her face for once. xD
April 21st, 2008, 7:56 PM
OOC: Alrighty then, I'm going to have London prepare to take off. She'll be around for the next chapter, don't worry.
"Heh, I didn't do anything...it was your escape rope that saved us." At that, she flashed him a cute smile, tongue lightly poking out through her lips as she rubbed the back of her head. She stood, lightly brushing off her skirt. Dirt fell to the ground, scattering across the ground. The ripped fishnets didn't really bother her in the slightest...after all, torn clothing was in, and it would only add to her rockstar image...not like it was only an image. After brushing herself off for a few seconds, she offered her hand to Mike.
"Hey," she began, looking up. "My gig's about to start. I know we said we were going to get some peace and quiet once this excursion was over, but...I really need to go to this." She laughed slightly. "Um...if you want, you can come. Afterwards, we can go outside and just...relax after this whole ordeal." Granted, London hadn't told Mike that her 'thing' was a concert, but she was under the assumption that he recognized her. Inwardly, she hoped he would accept her offer and come. After all, it wasn't everyday you got to hang out with Antimony's lead singer.
April 21st, 2008, 8:49 PM
Mike looked over to the kid that had yelled really loud. MIke guess that the kid took the lost of that girl pretty hard. He wondered if that was his girlfriend or something. Still it wasn't like Mike hated the kid for dragging him out here or anything like that but really Mike didn't know how to comfort somebody that had some sort of problem like that nor did he want to put himself in that kind of situation. Mike was kind of just worry that he may make the situation worse since really Mike had no experience with girlfriends or anything like that before. Traveling always did made things like keeping track of friends hard to do and really Mike never tried to have done something like that with a close friend.
Soon London had spoke, "Heh, I didn't do anything...it was your escape rope that saved us." She then just gave Mike a smile where she stuck out her tongue a bit. Mike just couldn't help to laugh a little from the smile. It was surely something new for him to see such a smile but also it was interesting to see that somebody actually gave him a smile like that. London then cleaned herself up a bit and MIke guess he should do a bit of that himself. Mike then took London's hand and got up. Still Mike knew that London wasn't giving herself enough credit since living though something like this isn't something that not even a pokemon trainer does on an everyday basis.
It was then that London offered Mike something that he was unsure of. "Hey, my gig's about to start. I know we said we were going to get some peace and quiet once this excursion was over, but...I really need to go to this. Um...if you want, you can come. Afterwards, we can go outside and just...relax after this whole ordeal." She then gave Mike a small laugh.
Mike was a bit unsure about this. Mike wasn't sure what kind of gig this was since really he wasn't sure what London actually does. He knew that she was a singer but really guess that she was a singer of a small band or really assumes she sings but really for all Mike knew London does guitar or something. If this was anything that Mike thought it was then it should be no different then like what he been to in a few pokemon centers in the Sinnoh Region where the pokemon centers would host small bands to play in the relaxation area. Except Mike guess this would be in some sort of night club in Virdian. Also Mike knew that he had nothing better to do. Well Mike knew he had to get down and record what happen tonight in his journal but really he was sure he could do that soon.
Also Mike felt like he should really go since it seems like London really wanted him to go. Mike didn't mind since really it was him who originally asked London to go out for some peace and quiet and really he kind of find it funny that it was now her. Still Mike appreciated it that she wants to still go for some quiet time.
Mike nodded and said, "Why not. I guess I don't have anything better to do. Also I guess it sure beats the Pokemon Center right now. Also it sounds good that we may finally get that quiet time." Mike then smiled and said, "Just lead the way."
April 21st, 2008, 9:04 PM
"Why not. I guess I don't have anything better to do. Also I guess it sure beats the Pokemon Center right now. Also it sounds good that we may finally get that quiet time." Mike then smiled and said, "Just lead the way." London grinned and nodded.
"Alright, just follow me." With that she began to walk. Her destination was not too far away, and she would stop periodically to make sure that Mike was still with her. She slowly lead him to the back door. "Ok, just head down the hall on the left, you'll come out near the middle of the stage." She grinned. "I'd take you in the front door, but it's too crowded, plus, you don't have a ticket." With that, she turned, looking back at him to add, "see you in a few!"
"Ugh, London, where were you? You look a mess!" Reggie exclaimed upon her arrival into the dressing room, examining London's dirty, ripped clothes. She laughed slightly.
"Don't worry, Reg! I still look like a rockstar, yeah?" London wrapped her hands around her guitar and gave the boys a thumbs up. "You boys ready to rock?" She grinned and approached the entrance leading onto the stage. With a deep breath, she took a step out onto stage, flanked by her male band members.
"Presenting...Antimony!" A voice filled the arena, eliciting scattered screams from the audience. London swung the guitar strap over her head and began to sing, all whilst strumming her guitar.
April 21st, 2008, 9:40 PM
OOC: I think I am going to have Ash ask Tom's name. I dislike always calling him "The recorder"
Rayna was standing outside the tunnel. She had gotten scared inside and ran out. She was waiting for all of them to come out.
A loud rumbling occurred outside. Ash was sprinting up the tunnel. The warm entrance was his only way out. Ash knew the recorder was behind him. But he needed to think about himself in times such as this. Ash felt sweat run down his forehead as he kept sprinting.
At last when Ash made it to the entrance he dived out just as it collapsed. Ash looked behind him and saw the recorder just squeezed out.
“Amanda!” he cried out into the darkness. Rayna ran to Ash.
"Oh Ash. Are you alright?" She asked him. Ash nodded as he got up and dusted himself off. He had dark patches of dirt on his pants. Nothing that a simple stain remover wouldn't get rid of. Ash was still pretty shook up after he saw the girl turn to sand and he saw the Riolu fight him. It was all to supernatural for his tastes. Ash preferred fiction and not when it showed its face in reality. Rayna was glad that Ash was alright. She had taken a liking to him. Rayna put her arms around Ash and hugged him.
Ash slowly got out of her grasp and walked over to the recorder. He seemed pretty shook up as well. From what Ash assumed, the girl who turned to dust must have been a close relative or a girl friend. "Hey you alright?" He asked him slowly. "Come on. Lets go back to the pokemon center." Ash said to him. "By the way. What's your name?"
April 22nd, 2008, 3:27 AM
Light. Light! It was there! The end of the tunnel was in sight! spurred on by his will to not be buried alive, Yuuki found himself running at speeds he didn't think possible of himself in his current condition. Miraculously, he made it to the end of the passageway, feeling the open night air on him once again. Once he was out in the open though, he collapsed onto the floor, breathing heavily. That Kengaskahn had really taken it out of him, and his body was now starting to feel the effects of running that far while already under a fair amount of pain.
((Short. Sorry, not that creative at the moment))
April 22nd, 2008, 6:06 AM
Hope this is what you meant.
"Alright, just follow me." said London as she began to walk to where ever she was planning to take Mike. Mike just nodded and decided to follow her. He notice that every so often she would look back and as London saw, Mike was still following. He was kind of interested to see what London does anyways. Soon they had reach a building but it was the back door. It was too dark for Mike to see how big the building and the black paint that was on the building was kind of hard to see since it was dark outside.
They were at the back door and London then said, "Ok, just head down the hall on the left, you'll come out near the middle of the stage. I'd take you in the front door, but it's too crowded, plus, you don't have a ticket." London then went in the opposite direction and gave Mike a smile, "see you in a few!"
Mike was kind of wondering what she had planned but still Mike guessed that this was proving to be an interesting night. Mike then yawn but it was very small. Mike knew it was kind of late but really he isn't as tired as he thought he would be. Also Mike knew that he had nothing really that big to do tomorrow.
Mike then stood in the hallway and remembered his journal entry. Mike took a few minutes to write down a few things that had happen so far including some of tonight events at the cave. Still Mike guess that was enough for now so he would finish and elaborate later.
MIke then followed the directions that London had given him. Mike was kind of confuse and said, "Ok. She did say this way. Well I hope so." Mike then walked on until he found himself on the stage, or on the side of the stage from the backstage. It was then that Mike had a good look at the crowd. It was huge and took up a good amount of the floor. Mike then saw London and a few other guys beginning to walk on the stage.
"Presenting...Antimony!" said a loud voice and with that the crowd went wild while London began to sing to some rock.
Mike was amazed, he didn't realize that London was such a famous person if she and this band was able to gather such a large crowd. Mike really didn't expect something like this really and just stood there. Mike guess that he might as well enjoy the show. The music wasn't exactly to what he listen to regularly but he did find it to enjoyable. Mike began to rock his head back and forth while being out of beat of everybody else.
April 22nd, 2008, 1:22 PM
((OOC: It's Tom he's talking to, naturally. If you absolutely abhor my frivolous use of Brick Break on the fourth wall, think of it as Gastly's Hypnosis.))
Maxwell came skidding out on his heels through the sinking entrance. He'd been running for all he was worth, not thinking to stop to crouch before the entrance, so he'd been forced to use a more unorthodox method of transportation to avoid knocking his head off. Straightening his back with a painful crack, he gritted his teeth and put the handgun back inside his suit. Heaving a sigh, he wiped the sweat off his brow and looked back at the cave. It was still sinking. What on earth had happened in there, and what the hell were those golem-things they'd encountered? Oh, and why'd his own golem gone stunned when it was bit? Even more important - how was Maxwell going to turn this into profit?
Hmm, he thought, scratching his chin with a thoughtful expression. Step one was to gather information. Step two... Well, step three was profit. With a mental 'ka-chiiing', his eyes turned to pokédollar signs and he gave a thumbs-up to the empty air before him. Suddenly realizing how stupid he must have looked, Maxwell violently shook his head and turned around. It was doubtful, but maybe, just maybe the kid who had brought the group there from the beginning had some answers. Folding his arms and assuming a serious expression, the junior mogul stepped towards their impromptu leader's back.
"Hey...", he said in a threatening voice, firmly grasping the kid's shoulder. As he stared down at the kid, the shadows around Maxwell's face rearranged themselves in a frightening fashion, as though light was coming from below. His mouth suddenly seemed much wider than before, and his pupil's shrank in an angry fashion. With a background of purple, gently swaying flames the sudden - and very stereotypically animé - scary scene was complete, and Maxwell continued his line, speaking in that same calm, yet threatening tone of voice. "...What the hell was that down there?"
April 22nd, 2008, 2:47 PM
((OOC: Aw, that's no fun(kidding). I just couldn't think of a reason for her to since I'm trying to stay in character... but I'll see what I can get before the next chapter. It turned out unnecessarily long again though. -_-))
Surprisingly, it didn't take Aryn too long to find her way out of the forest, and arrived in Pewter, already on her way home. The only thing that stopped her for a brief moment, was hearing something being shouted from the way she had came. It was not clear from here though, so she brushed it off... for now. Though it was definitely a good thing she arrived quickly. It seems she made a discovery that her vision can randomly, and gradually, worsen. Aryn took long blinks once in a while in an attempt to keep her vision clearer, and it worked for the most part. It was all she needed to do until she made it home. But, as expected, this place was in a mess too. It did not seem as bad from her brief trip to Viridian however, save for the shattered glass shards scattered on the ground from every broken window in the city. If it was any worse than that, she did not care, or paid it no mind.
Momentarily, she was at the front door of her home. Of course the windows were broken, and it sounded like her mother was sweeping the glass that had gotten in. Maybe she didn't see Aryn. She sighed, basically preparing for the worst, before opening the door--that was surprisingly still somewhat sturdy-- and walking inside. She left the door open, and did not walk any further as she stared at the figure in the far corner in the room, sweeping up the glass. At the sound of the door opening, she stared right back. Her mom walked towards her calmly. The room would be awkwardly quiet if it wasn't for her mother's footsteps on the wooden flooring. She must have swept up the glass around here already.
Even Aryn could not handle this awkward silence as it began to worry her. "I--" Whatever she could say was cut off quickly, as her mother's hand rose up and she smacked Aryn on the face. Once Aryn could face her mother's direction, her expression seemed angry, but also sad, obviously mixed with worry as well. Aryn placed a hand on her cheek, where she had been hit; that woke her up. She was about to apologize, but was interrupted again. "Why did you run off like that?! I couldn't find you anywhere after that strange shock wave happened!! Everyone was affected by it, or getting hurt from the glass or... or something! I didn't see you anywhere!! I thought you... I thought you were..." Her mother trailed off for a moment. It seemed like she couldn't continue with whatever dreaded word she was going to say, which was probably obvious, but she continued with differently. "I thought you were severely wounded!"
"I, uh... I'm sorry. That wasn't the best time, you're right." Her mother just turned around, and started walking away to continue cleaning, but stopped a moment. "I imagine something happened to your glasses, so the spare pair is in a drawer in the kitchen. You need to put them in better places so you won't misplace them..."
Aryn thought her mother was done lecturing, but continued with something different, her back still to her. "Oh, yes. Since you were not here after 'that' happened, the museum manager said you'll be helping clean up the museum and the artwork. The other assistants were wounded badly back at Viridian, so they won't be able to help out. The manager claims her was contacted. He is still unsure if he should 'let' you do it all night, or wait until tomorrow. The manager also wants you to give them their new schedules they'll have for after they have recovered, though..."
Despite Aryn's irritation for having to do this favor for the other annoying museum employees, she walked to the somewhat messy kitchen, avoiding any scattered sharp objects, and opened the drawer her glasses were in, and put them on quickly. It helped quite a bit, but before grabbing the schedules that were wrapped in cloth on the counter, she took out her wrecked glasses and threw them away. She also took a couple of soft tissues and put them in her pocket so her other pair of glasses would not be scratched when put away. "Why do I even have to do this--"
"Well, it's either you do that, or you stay here and help out with me..." Her mom was glaring at her from the doorway leading to the kitchen. Her tone of voice creeped her out for some reason. Aryn looked over a bit to where she was, and a shiver ran down her spine. She was probably her exaggerating what she saw, but her mom was obviously still upset. She glared in Aryn's direction, holding the broom in a manner as if she would use that as a weapon, and it was very dark in the room. It was like she could feel an ominous aura from her.
"Uh...um..." Aryn found it hard to respond a moment, but she quickly took the schedules in her hands, and walked out hurriedly. "I'm leaving then." Aryn said quickly as she walked past her, and left the house. Now to go all the way back to Viridian, but that seemed better than staying now.
April 22nd, 2008, 8:09 PM
OOC: Chapter 2 is here, and it's going to really kick off the story. Remember, you decide how much you've changed. Excuse the suck, it was done in an hour (not good for writing, especially for me writing >_>; )
The first day of a new world went by much different than anyone could have expected. Tom in particular had to deal with losing a sibbling to something he does not understand.
The day had begun as a craze of jumble and led to mass chaos as the darkness arrived. Tom had been in the Pokémon Center for the entire day with hardly any breaks, and understood how the world could fair now. His own sister left for home without him, and he was forced to work longer hours. But when the deed was done and he was home, the night did not end. Instead, he was thrown into a small adventure to find his sister, and later found her to be hidden beneath a tunnel sinking into the planet. In fear, he realized he would need help, and gathered the assistance of many trainers at the Center to help.
But this was not enough, as when he and the others entered, they were in a sense ambushed by recreated creatures that no longer exist. They were all forced in a fray, and Tom's sister vanished from sight. When they had won the battle, they had to escape before they would all be trapped together for eternity, and made it out in a sprint. But the loss of his sister was far greater than the great escape he had made.
And then life goes on...
ENTRY TO AREA 34
FORMERLY KNOWN AS MT. MOON
DO NOT ATTEMPT TO RE-ENTER
CLEARED TO ENTER
COMMUNICATIONS LINK SALVAGED
BY POKEMON CENTER COMMUNICATION LINKS
TWO DAYS AFTER
HIKER: “As suspected, there appears to be no life of them here either.”
PC TECHNICIAN: “What can you tell us about the place?”
HIKER: “Not much. It's darker than usual, and definately quieter.”
PC TECH: “So you've found nothing?”
HIKER: “Unfortunately, that is the case. Wait, I think I got something.”
PC TECH: “What do you see?”
HIKER: “It's...” (STATIC PAUSE)
PC TECH: “Hello? Do you read?”
HIKER: (STATIC PULSE) (MAJOR BACKGROUND DISTURBANCES) (STATIC)
PC TECH: “What's going on over there?”
HIKER: (RUMBLE SOUND) “Ahhhhh!” (CUT STATIC)
Better Than Being the Only One
“My name's Tom...”
Though he had answered the trainer who had offered help, he could not stand there much longer. His thoughts ran wild. His sister was gone, and the thought went round and round his head, spinning at wild and uncontrollable speeds. It was neuseating. Then he was forced to turn back to answer to the teen with the weapon. Even without the weapon, the way he looked now, so straight forward and creepy in his anger; it could have scared Tom, but he was not.
Staying would mean they would have to comfort him. He did not want to be comforted at the time. In fact, more than anything in the world, he wanted his sister by his side. He'd do anything for that. So, with his very own straight bluff, he spat words right back to the teen.
“I don't know what it was. I don't care what it was. If you want to know so badly, look for yourself.”
He had no anger in the words. There was no emotion whatsoever. He turned and walked the snowy night, disappearing in the distance.
The night had driven by fast. The morning was new, and for a few blissful seconds, Tom forgot what had happened the night before. He thought he'd go to the kitchen and find his family eating there, waiting for him to get his own fair share of pancakes. Heck, he even figured that the whole disappearances of Pokémon life could have been a dream. But it wasn't, and this morning was very awkward for him.
Tom knew he felt slightly different, but brushed it off as he went straight for the bathroom to have his morning shower. It was there that he got a good look at his feet. “Huh?” His toes were webbed, stuck together in thin sheets of his skin. He didn't notice it right away, but so were his hands. The rest of his body remained the same.
He had to be halucinating. Clearly this wasn't possible. But as he felt the webbed sections, they indeed felt very real. For a long time, Tom did not do anything. He was stuck in the bathroom looking down at his feet. This, he knew for sure, was not normal, nor was it a good sign of any kind. He took a quick shower, noticing how much wonderful it felt. He actually did not want to get out, but forced himself to. He proceeded to pull on a shirt and his sweater and jeans, tying his shoes in the finale. Then he called out through the house.
“Mom? Dad? Anyone home?”
He looked about, but there was no one. Then he found something on the kitchen counter. He grasped it and read the note left behind.
Gone to file report. Amanda will be found, don't you worry Tom.
Mom and Dad
He put the note in his pocket. Normally, having the house to himself was a big deal. It meant he got to do whatever he wanted. Now, it seemed more like a punishment. The last thing he wanted to do while his sister disappeared forever was to be alone. That, to him, was the worse punishment he could have. He pushed himself out the door and onto the streets.
There was gossip in the streets of Viridian. People were talking to each other crazily, angrily, scared, maybe even excitedly. But as he eavesdropped, he realized it was not because of the night before. It was because of what they had now, in appearance. Many of the citizens had noticable differences. Tom was pretty sure he saw someone with vines on their head instead of hair, which was the most obvious and freaky change he had seen, while others had some he did not recognize right away. Anyone could die their hair yellow, right?
He entered the Pokémon Center. He wasn't sure why he had, but did not exit quickly. He made it to the waiting room and sat alone. Trainers he remembered from the day before as well as ones he did not were all there, chattering quietly for those taking a nap. There were bedrooms in the back area, but he figured they were all taken.
Then he spotted his uncle, and ran to catch up to him as he entered the cafeteria.
“Uncle Gregory!” he called out.
His uncle turned. Tom was startled for a moment. His uncles skin had turned to a light green color. It had to be make-up; Tom did not want to accept anything other than that, but knew not to be surprised. It was strange how he easily pushed it aside to ask his simple question.
“What's happened here?”
And his uncle shrugged. “Don't know. You...you got your sister yet?”
Tom looked with averted eyes.
“I guess not. Please...don't ask about all this stuff on me.”
“Someone has to have the answers, right?” Tom asked.
“To all of this. I mean, shouldn't we turn on the TVs and see if there's anything happening...to us?”
“So you've changed a little too?”
Tom showed him his hands, flexing his fingernails through the webbed.
“So the initial shock to you is over, like most of us.”
“I guess...I mean, if I didn't see this when I woke up, I probably would be freaking out by now.”
Gregory nodded. “Would you like to help out?”
“I guess, but how would I help?”
And so, after thirty minutes, he was given the cleaning duty on the main floor. Before starting, he turned on the TV for the few trainers awake. Then he got his mop and swept. But he still listened to the news.
“—many changes we see going on here. A lot of our people are scared and don't know what to do!”
“I hope the situation gets better in your location.” the anchor smiled to the camera, showing a sharp row of teeth before him. “It appears that things are surely going to only get spiced up with these changes we've recorded this morning. No one has been able to come up with an exact reason of why this is happening just yet, but we are getting there. Just stick around for more International News Broadcast for more information.”
Fallen Angel_Messiah Of Black Roses
April 23rd, 2008, 4:51 AM
AJ started to wake up off the couch, he rubbed his eyes as he sat up. Where am I? He groggily asked himself. He could hear the news on the TV, he shifted his head around, trying to find out where the TV was. Looking up a little, AJ could see where it was, satisfied he got off the couch and took a look around, It's the pokecenter... He thought silently. AJ looked around, people he somewhat recognized from yesterday were talking to each other in rather quiet voices.
AJ looked down at himself, he was wearing PJ's he didn't even know he had, strange. Dry his mind reminded him happily, but AJ didn't have time for such small matters, he looked around the room some more. AJ finally spotted his bag, he got up and walked over to it, picking it up. He slung the bag over his back and started to walk to a bathroom to change.
Several minutes later he came out, it wasn't like he had problems dressing himself regulary, but he felt so dizzy today. His shirt was backwards, his jeans were unzipped and his jacket was unbuttoned, his shoe. Untied.
Shaking off the fact that he looked partially rediculous, he walked around a little, regaining his balance. AJ looked around some more and recognized someone he knew a little bit better. " Hi Tommy." AJ said grinning, he thought just Tom was a boring name, but Tommy was much more intresting.
April 23rd, 2008, 6:48 AM
Cato awoke in his tent to the eerie silence of the forest. He still wasn’t used to the quiet, and last night’s adventure didn’t help that at all. He had been woken up many times in the middle of the night due to various nightmares containing those odd dirt formations. One seemed to take a part in every one of his nightmares, and it was the one that bore a striking resemblance to an Abra.
“I wonder if Oak had any weird experiences last night,” Cato pondered as he crawled out of his tent and into the bright sunlight. The night had been particularly cold because he had lost his lab coat, so the sunlight was a nice way to start the morning. Bathing in the luminosity, Cato decided to check his body for any scars he may have gotten during the adventure. To his surprise, the only thing he could tell was different was the color of his skin, which had turned a brownish-yellow, almost as if his pale skin had gotten a tan.
“And the oddities continue,” he whispered, making his way toward Viridian. He wasn’t too surprised to see the people of the town still in a commotion, but little did he know that it was about something completely different. The closer he got to the town, the more the situation unveiled. By the time he reached the Center, which was his destination, he had a complete understanding of what was going on.
According to the townspeople, his sudden tan was nothing compared to some of the changes they faced. Cato had witnessed transformations from simple skin-tone changes to people walking around with stubs on their lower backs, which might as well one day grow into tails. Both hungry for food and knowledge of the current situation, Cato rushed straight into the Pokemon Center.
Unlike yesterday, when the place was filled with people confused as to why Pokemon had disappeared, now the place was packed with people who wanted to know what was happening to themselves. Cato just happened to recognize a few faces from the previous night, but was sure no one could ever notice him and his bleak features. With a sigh, he inspected the lobby and noticed that someone had turned on the TV. Expecting that no one else was actually watching it, the teen stepped up rather close and took a seat on the floor and watched, not even minding the other boy who was sweeping around him.
“Some tells me this is going to be a long day…”
April 23rd, 2008, 8:09 PM
He swept like the good volunteer he was. If it were up to him, Tom would think that he was the only one cleaning the floors. There were no other volunteers he could see, and others that worked there were either late or not coming. The ones that were already on duty were somewhere else, away from the main lobby. It was only him and the mass of trainers and their gossip. But as he swept near the seats, he saw someone familiar. Though not strikingly recognizable, he got a good view of his face and knew it was him.
He had only met him the night before, and even then, he had not really spoken to him completely. The teen had been kind enough to help him. Tom did not remember thanking any one who had risked their lives to help him find his sister, and the thought brought a terrible memory to rise. He was afraid for a second, but held it all back. He needed to get it off his chest and say a thank-you for once. But before he had the chance, right as he was about to let the words escape from his mouth from behind the teen, someone else familiar called to his attention.
It was AJ, the seven year old child he would baby-sit. Once again, they meet in this place. The memory of how he really did not care if he came to help or not scared Tom though. He realized that very easily, he had put this kid in harms way. For that, he cannot forgive himself.
“AJ,” said Tom cheerfully. “What's going on little man!”
He knew that ruffling his hair was not a good idea, but he was so used to doing it. Now though, it felt strange to have that stretchy pull feeling between his fingers. He pulled back and paused, long enough for AJ to get a good view at the webbed hand.
April 23rd, 2008, 8:56 PM
OOC: Sorry for not posting until now, and this post probably will suck a bit. But I just wanted to get it in so I didn't fall too far behind.
Maria woke in her room. It had been a tiresome night yesterday, having gone into a cave and fought what appeared to be dirt-Pokemon. Hell, what happened that day, she didn't even comprehend fully, such as that girl turning into dust or something. All the girl knew was that she was safe and sound, having not been entombed within that sinking cavern, most likely swallowed by the earth right now unless whatever magic from before saved it. But it wasn't her problem right now.
Getting up and out of bed, the girl proceeded into the bathroom to wash up and take a shower. Once done, she took a good long stare at herself in the mirror. Maria had known something was different, and she observed it more carefully. Her eye color had changed from blue to red overnight, and the hair color became green. Maria recalled no such event she bothered putting on contacts or dying her hair. It was strange, but anyone could do this with enough time.
Done with the surprise of the hair color and eye color changing, the girl went and headed outside. The changes she had were nothing. People had fur all over their bodies, others even had vines all over. Limbs started to change form, and one person had cream fur, a stub which could become a tail, and Meowth-like ears. Feeling a bit better over she not being the only one with changes, the girl headed toward the Pokemon Center. If anything, she could get the most information from there, that place being the natural source of knowledge for any trainer, no matter who they were.
Arriving, the girl heard mixed emotions all over, and was pleased a bit. There wasn't much commotion inside, despite all the noise inside that would surely wake up most of the trainers. If they were awake, most likely she would assume it would go like outside, gossip and such about these new changes. It was as if they were turning into Pokemon or even human/pokemon hybrids. It was strange, but seemed kind of possible given what has been happening to the city.
Maria found herself watching the television turned on by the time she had entered the center. Currently it was displaying the news, and were reporting the changes. Most of it was interviewing people and such, although there was a bit about the shock wave from yesterday and other things. Maria sat at a couch at the back, alone for the most part. Few trainers were awake, so she didn't expect many people to be at the lobby of the center right now. So tuning out everyone, the girl focused in to the anchor reporting the news.
April 23rd, 2008, 9:17 PM
Yuuki groaned as he tossed over in his bed, groggy thoughts coming slowly back to him. Had all of that been a dream? Turning over and feeling the soreness of his side, he guessed not. That Kengaskahn which had attacked him had been very real, just as all of yesterdays unbelievable events were. He was surprised that he was able to make it back to the pokemon center in his condition, but the thought of an actual bed had spurred him on. He had called his parents and mentioned that he was going to be spending a bit more time in varidian, wich they believed, not extremely worried for their son, as he could take care of himself.
Getting up from bed, he scratched his forehead, only to make a surprising discovery: His skin was rough. Though it was not a visible thing, anybody who would come in contact with him would be able to tell that his skin was much more rough then a humans should be.
What the... He thought to himself. He was getting slightly worried. He tried to tell himself that it was all in his head, and that he just needed to stay more hydrated. Walking out into the lobby though, he realized it was not all in his head. Other people had changed too, and some were more drastic then others. His heart skipped a beat. Whats going on here! He worriedly thought to himself. Seeing that the news was covering the strange changes people were going through, Yuuki grabbed a chair at a table nearby where Tom and AJ were, hoping to gain some more information on the situation.
Thats when he made yet another startling discovery. When he sat down, he felt a lump of some sort on the end of his spinal cord. It was almost as if it had extended a bit. Reaching behind him, he indeed felt a small stub on his backside.
Oh, great... He dismally thought to himself.
April 23rd, 2008, 10:06 PM
((OOC: Hm... pretty dense is me to misinterpret the 'chapters'. Sorry. The following post may be pretty bad though... I need sleep.))
Aryn had been up far earlier than she preferred, even before her mother would attempt to get her up, however she was probably already gone. Even though she was able to do the annoying favor last night, it had taken up even more valuable time that she could have been resting instead. The result is barely enough sleep. This day was going to be awful, but she'd better hope she'd be careful enough to handle the artwork and artifacts and such at the museum. She was finishing just up her usual morning routine to prepare to go. It wasn't like she had to be in a hurry since she lived closest to the museum... which is actually kind of odd.
Aryn finished getting dressed in her normal favorite, with a small change, --the only difference was that this pair of brown pants were not covered with faded spots-- and walked over to the sink in the bathroom to wash her face with very cold water; that should wake her up. She turned on the faucet and let the water run a few seconds so it was quite cold. She cupped her hands, then leaned her head down closer to the sink before splashing it on her face. It woke her up immediately, but it was very unpleasant. Aryn felt around for a moment to find a dry towel. Once it was found, she quickly dried off her face since she wanted to be rid of the brief feeling of discomfort. When finished, and finally looked at the bathroom mirror, she couldn't help but stare with a dumbfounded expression. Her entire face was no longer pale, and instead it was now a light brown-ish color. She brought a hand up to her cheek and rubbed it firmly, like it was some sort of face paint and it would rub off. But, it was real. The hell..? Aryn thought blankly. She was slightly worried, and yet not really. It's minor, but one thing she also just noticed, was when she brought her hand up, there were light brown blotches in random places on her hands, like it was going to continue to spread. Aryn simply blinked, with a blank expression on her face. "Well, look's like today is a day I'm really gonna need glasses." She said with a sigh. She was definitely not a morning person, so of course she thought her eyes were playing tricks on her. Though, she thought nothing else of it now, and rushed downstairs to finish getting ready.
Once downstairs, she wasn't surprised to not see her mother. If she ever made her angry, she can hold a grudge. Holding back another sigh, she ran to the table in the middle of her room, where her sneakers were sloppily placed by the table's side. Her glasses were rested on top, along with a pair of thin, white gloves, and a plastic tag of some sort with a clip attached. She finished putting on her sneakers and her glasses, then gathered her things on the table before leaving the house and closing the door behind her.
She was immediately walking towards the museum, which would only take a few seconds, or a minute at best if she procrastinated from fatigue. Although, just from exiting her home, she couldn't get her legs to move for a moment, and thought her mouth would fall open a little. If she thought this sudden 'tan' was weird this morning, and wasn't something to worry about, what she saw definitely was. One person looked as if a leaf would be sprouting from their head, and another was beginning to have a very unnatural yellow skin tone. She didn't want to look at this anymore, and quickly walked to the museum, and shut the door behind her quickly, without slamming it. "What the hell is happening to everyone..?!" Aryn said to no one in particular with a hushed tone.
Aryn momentarily forgot about almost panicking for now, since she saw a mini television on the front desk of the museum, the sound of the all-important news echoing a bit in the building. "Why is that--"
"I figured that you wouldn't check it yourself, so I.... brought it here so you.... wouldn't be... out of the 'loop'.... but I'll be... staying to see if... you actually work."
She turned to see her boss; the manager of the museum, sitting lazily in a chair on the opposite side of the desk. For some reason, he kept pausing while talking, and was even speaking somewhat slowly, or in sluggish manner. It was somewhat annoying, and made Aryn want to make him 'spit it out' faster, but just nodded at what he was saying. She clipped her employee tag onto the edge of her shirt, and put the gloves on. These gloves were so her fingerprints would not get all over the artwork and such she would have to touch so she could move them later. "I'll be starting then..." At that, she began her first task of many.
April 24th, 2008, 2:00 AM
Lee Hallows - Outside
I emerged from the tunnel, back to the safety of the surface. Almost immediately i'd taken one long look at those who were also around. I took a particularally long look at one boy who seemed to be more stressed about what had befallen than I, and anyone else for that matter. But I wasn't going to hang around long, all I wanted was just to be any from any craziness for now, just to have time to think. So I quickly hurried back to the hotel I was staying. Sleep was what I needed. Sleep and then some thinking time.
However, my sleep was anything but the refreshing rest I hoped it to be. It was full of dreams, strange dreams, some nightmares, somenot. But in those dreams a dark presence was there. A dark presense. One that couldn't identify.
The sound of loud music from an electronic alarm clock nearby jolted me out of my dreams into conciousness. The light entering the nearby windows was an obvious sign that morning was here. I yawned. For some reason waking up now didn't seem to be right. Thinking that, understandably, i'd not had enough sleep I was about to snuggle back down to catch up on some sleep when I noticed a note beside the bed on the chest of drawers where the clock was, written in my father's neat handwriting.
"Son, an emergency has arisen and I cannot be here at the moment. Meet you in the Viridian City Pokemon Centre this afternoon but until then do not talk to any Order members you see. - Rick"
I got out of bed, still yawning...and headed over to the bathroom, and then I forgot how tired I was in shock. As I raised my toothbrush I noticed a band of something that looked like on my arm, right near my wirst. A ring of something that looked a lot like bone encircled the area just above my wrist. I tried to tug on it, and the pain that registered was enough to know that is was real enough and not a dream. My ears too had changed ever so slightly, becoming just a tad pointed. Not enough for a casual glance to really reveal but enough for one that was looking closely to see. Further inspection reveal another set of bone-like bands down near my ankles. Those I didn't want others to see, so I managed to cover and disguise them somewhat.
The ones on my arm however, were not going to be disguised so easily. With my preference for loose sleeved clothes, I found not even one that could be used as an effective cover for them if I had to raise my arms. As long as I didn't raise my arms up, people wouldn't be able to tell, however. Good enough for now.
As I wandered downstairs to the exit, the noticed a group of people, both hotel guests and staff alike crowded around a television. All of the people there seemed odd looking, some looked like they were wearing facepaint, a few other had strange colour hair. "Was it some sort of celebatory day?" I was thinking until my eyes laid on one young lady who was crying softly. When I saw her eyes as I passed a hankerchief from my pocket to her, I noticed eyes looked very very strange and her ears bigger than what I've seen on a human. The eyes could of been contacts but the ears...
I pushed though the small crowd to see what everyone was so intent on viewing. The boardcast that was on at that time was nothing I could imagine....but strangely not that suprising.
Now I knew why my father had an emergency that he had to see about. The Order would be going bonkers over the news. Then something clicked in me, and for the first time I realised that somehow the events that had happened lately were somehow connected...but how? Again my mind was dwelling back on why. Was it a punishment? A test? I was pretty sure that a mass demonic invasion from the pits of hell was not the answer...this wasn't that sort of thing. This mass change in the populance worried me a lot.
I tried to comfort the young lady for a while and after a bit she cheered up just a little bit and had stopped crying. She smiled shyly as she thanked me for the hankerchief and the comforting words, and for the first time for the year, I felt spiritually lifted.
As I walked out of the hotel and turned to head towards the pokemon centre. I reflected on different things..And I decided there and then. No matter what happened that somehow I would find out just exactly what was causing all this and most importantly why all of these strange things were happening.
April 24th, 2008, 1:50 PM
It was still early morning, but the streets were full of people. Even more people than last night, in fact. Maxwell moved a hand to correct his sunglasses - he no longer wore the clear ones he had the day before. With a grin of anticipated success, he slowly turned his gaze to take in the frantic activity. Workers, workers everywhere - employees of his father's, most of them. The situation was the same in every city and town around Kanto, of course - and in Johto, as well. It had taken quite a bit of effort to get everyone to come to work despite the strange happenings, but promises to cover property damages from the shockwave had gone a long way. Luckily, none of that was anything Maxwell had to worry about. He was just there to watch over a little project of his.
Leant comfortably to the wall of Viridian's Pokécenter, an expensive cellphone to his ear, he listened to whoever was on the other end of the line, at the same time watching the proletarians swarm over the town. Houses, cars and other forms of property were inspected, and the results transferred down the line to carpenters and architects, standing ready with materials to fix what needed fixing - but only for those involved with the company, of course. It was a wonder of organizational efficiency, and would make for some very nice PR. Maxwell could not help but commend his father on his quick decisions. Of course, those repairs had the additional benefit of stealing people's attention away from his father's other affairs.
"The same kind as the one on my collar? Very good. Keep digging", said Maxwell to the person on the other end, and smiled. He stopped smiling, though, as he felt the points of his newly grown fangs prick his lower lip. So far, it was a minor inconvenience, but it was not at all hard to see the pattern in the changes that were occurring over the world. If the transformation continued, which according to Murphy's Law, it certainly would, it would soon turn into a major inconvenience indeed. In response to the problem, masses of psychics had been hired from Saffron to safely identify personnel in important places. To every problem, there was a solution. Maxwell had no doubt that his father's empire would remain, no matter what crises befell the world. "What? Yes, yes, we'll send you heavier equipment soon. It's hard to get it all the way out to the middle of the forest, as you might imagine. Good. I'll be in touch".
Informing his father of the events by the cave did have the desired effect, and researchers were sent out immediately to dig for any trace of the mystery. If the company were to be the ones to present the cure for the current situation, global domination would only be a step away - never mention the fact that Maxwell and his family could get rid of the changes, themselves. He smirked, recalling his father's face from earlier this morning. The old magnate had been covered in irregular, black spots, while Maxwell's mother had sported a red feather collar. He had the fangs himself and, well, let's just say he had a reason for wearing sunglasses that morning. Maxwell's current responsibility lay with staying close to the children from last night, under the pretext of overseeing the reconstruction work. He happily obliged - though the chance might be slim, any chance for more strange action was very much appreciated.
April 24th, 2008, 7:10 PM
Was given permission to bunny a little.
It was the next morning and MIke just rubbed his eyes. He could feel his neck was kind of aching from the night before and really he couldn't but to laugh from the second part of the night. THe part after the attempted rescue mission for that kid. Really the events from last night kind of went a bit fast that Mike was kind of wondering where he was.
Mike looked around and saw kind of a mess around him. It looked like a hurricane hit and he was in the middle of it. Still Mike felt the soft bottom and looked around, while ignoring the mess, to see that he was in a bed. Kind of soft and a bit cleaner. Much different then the rest of the beds around him which Mike was able to see some pass a curtain.
Mike then rubbed his head again and remembered the events from the night before. The last thing he remembered was enjoying the concert that London was performing and then she ended the concert with her band. Mike remembered hearing that they were going to the bus and they let him follow. It did take a while to convince on of the guys in her group to let him on but in the end they were ok with it. Mike follow's London and her friend to the bus which he knew that both of them had plans to sneak out during the after party to get some of the quiet that they both promise each other. Still once Mike got on the bed he just went out like a match.
Mike looked around again and said, "Wow, what a night." MIke then looked around and saw that the bed he was in had a curtain around it and soon his eye went past a mirror. What he saw kind of surprise him. MIke had pure white hair on his head and it was kind of long. Mike looked at it and said, "What in the world happen last night?"
April 25th, 2008, 9:35 AM
OOC: I really meant to post earlier, but Firefox screwed me over. Therefore, this might be a tad short.
Dim sunshine somehow managed to creep through the window blinds of Craig's bedroom. He cursed silently as the beams hit his sleeping eyes. He tried to turn over and revisit his dreams, but his mind was awake and would stay that way. He reluctantly got out of bed, reluctantly journeyed from his room to the landing and reluctantly entered the bathroom. The cold tiles were uncomfortable on his bare feet. He shifted towards the sink and was about to begin brushing his teeth when he noticed his twin in the mirror.
He could easily identify the changes in his appearance. His skin had dropped from the usual ghost white to what you would call 'normal'. His hair had shortened and was more spiky than normal. His eyes had a somewhat mishapened shape and the blue in his eyes had become much more bolder. He even checked his fingernails, which had went sharp like claws. His heart rate exhilirated and he began to panic a little, but he made himself calm down. There would have to be a logical and coherent reason for this, but before he could attempt to figure it out, his mother's voice echoed from the kitchen.
"Dear, are you awake?"
"...Yes." He managed to speak. His voice seemed somewhat higher.
"Have you changed overnight?" Craig blinked, processing that sentence in his brain. Did she say 'changes'? No point lying, then.
"...Yes." His voice sounds nervous, but he quickly regains his confidence.
"Come down." It was an order. He began to leave, but noticed his teeth in the mirror. They had grown jagged and sharp... like an animal's. More changes. Worried but brave, he walked downstairs.
He arrived downstairs to find his mother. She had no apparent changes in his appearance, but he couldn't tell; she might be hiding something. His mother instantly ran to him and checked him over. She looked at him from every angle and position, analysing every detail of him. She frowned a little as she glimpsed at his new teeth.
"...Well, at least it's not as bad as some other people. Mrs. Griffin across the street might be losing his legs from this." Craig gave her a raised eyebrow with frustration. "Oh right, you have no idea. People have been changing overnight and we have no idea why. It's scary." There was a brief silence before Craig nodded quietly. He glimpsed at the news on the television in the living room, the obvious main story being the transformations.
The disappearance of Pokemon.
The immense shockwave.
The strange mutations.
Something was going on and Craig was going to find out what.
OOC: I'm imagining my character as one of the first to transform, but it won't have much effect since he's miles away from everyone else. Heh.
April 26th, 2008, 8:01 PM
“AJ, why don't you go sit down?” Tom said, motioning towards the seats. “I've got to work right now.”
But working was the last thing he had on his mind. If no one else at the Center would do their job, then surely it would be understandable when he decided to put his foot down. It was not that he didn't want to work, he just felt that this time he needed a break. A perfect way to let in some peace would be to accomplish what he had wanted to accomplish before AJ had shown up in front of him. He took a seat right next to the teen who had voluntarily helped him the day before. He wasn't sure what to say, but he had gotten this far already. He might as well go all the way.
“Hey,” Tom began. He got stuck on his words for a second, but continued after finding another start. “I wanted to...thank you for coming. Yesterday, I mean.” It was as far as he got before his mind got cloudy. Yet again, he found himself with nothing to say. “Thank you.”
OOC: speaking to Cato of course.
April 27th, 2008, 11:54 AM
Home is where the heart is
Ash wandered back into the center after that. Following everyone else there. He made it inside to ponder what happened.
The strange Riolu that attacked him. It felt strange to be attacked by something that was a quarter of your size and still feel threatened. He shrugged it off and wandered in.
The first thing he did was order a room on the second floor. Which he wandered into as well. Ash found his shirt a tad dirty yet didn't care either way. He looked at himself in the bathroom mirror when he heard a knock on the door.
Rayna was in the hallway. "I heard from downstairs that your room was here." She said. Rayna hugged Ash down the middle again. Ash almost jumped away.
"Yeah... right..." He spurted out. Then when she let go of him he walked back into the bathroom.
Ash took the floss in the medicine cabinet and began flossing his teeth. One thing he noticed about his teeth were his canines were becoming much wider and longer. While his other teeth seemed to shrink towards each other.
Strange When Ash finished flossing he walked over to Rayna. "I am going to check things out downstairs." He walked down to the lobby.
Ash spotted Tom sitting down talking to someone. Ash almost ran over to the vacant seat next to him
He sat down and instantly tried to start a conversation. "So Tom what are you going to do now?" He said lacking any other way to start a converstation.
April 27th, 2008, 12:22 PM
“Hey, I wanted to... thank you for coming. Yesterday I mean... thank you.”
Cato looked up casually at the person who seemed to be talking to him. He was surprised to see that it was the boy from yesterday; the one who needed help. As someone who rarely helped others, the “thank you” caught Cato off-guard and he took longer than he should have to reply.
“Uh... yeah, you’re welcome, I guess,” Cato said, getting to his feet. He knew that the only reason he actually went was to do research, but judging by the devastated look on the boy’s face, he decided to keep that to himself.
“I hope your sister is okay,” Cato suddenly said, although he probably knew he shouldn’t have. Afraid that he had just brought up some terrible memories, Cato abruptly turned around and walked away from the conversation.
“I’m, uh, going to get some food. Talk to you later... maybe.”
April 28th, 2008, 3:30 PM
That teen surely wasn't one for words. Maybe it was a bit early for Tom to give a thank-you. Early or late, even if he didn't give one, he knew he would contemplate over whether he should have in the future. He was reasured that talking to him was for the best, and not so readily, he picked up his broom to sweep the floors for another round.
“So Tom, what are you going to do now?”
Someone had obviously spoken aloud to him. Tom heard it right beside him. He turned his attention to another of the trainers that had gone with him that night. Would I run into everyone? He thought. Though not particularly a bad thing, he realized that the help he had obtained were from trainers who were now stranded alone in a new world where what they did no longer exists. The only place logical for them to live or stay temporarily was the Center.
“I...” he looked down at the broom in his hand and shrugged. “I'm going to sweep and hope for the best.” He looked at the trainer intently and felt a surge of somekind. Initial headache after shockwave and total nightmare of a reality, he assumed. Or maybe he was getting a little touchy after the previous teen had mentioned his sister. “Thank you too...you know...for being the first one to offer help.”
April 29th, 2008, 6:01 AM
MIke looked at her new white hair. This was something really strange since he didn't remember getting his hair dyed before. Still it didn't look like it was dyed but then Mike never had dyed his hair before. Mike was thinking about any possible way that how this could happen. Still he guess that he might as well figure out his current situation.
Mike looked around and saw that he was still on the bed. A current sperarated this bed from what he could see from the opening, four other bed that were bunk beds but this room wasn't exactlly normal. It kind of looked like a bus. "The last thing I remember was getting on London's bus and then on her bed." Mike then remember that he kind of blacked out, "Was I really that tired from last night?"
Mike then looked at the mirror and then said, "Still where did this come from?" He pulled at the white hair and then said, "She wouldn't do that would she?"
Right now Mike was playing with the idea that London her her band members had played a prank on him while he slept to dye his hair white which was a bit mean but still he wouldn't think London would do something like that. Still Mike only knew London for half a day so who was he to say what she would do. Still he couldn't help to ask where London was right now. He knew it would be wrong to look around which he guess her room, or what you would call this current off area, but it would be also kind of rude to just walk off this bus since he was invited on without telling London.
Mike just laid down on the bed and guess it would be best to wait it out and see if London would appear or not. Also it would be best right now to write this moment down, the white hair part, in his journal. MIke pulled out a notebook and a pair of headsets. With a pen in hand Mike began to write down last nights events in more detail and this appearence of white hair while he listen to the radio for some news.
April 30th, 2008, 9:54 AM
Craig sat in the city park and buried his head in his hands. What in the world was going on, or better yet, what was the world anymore? Everyone was changing, himself included. At least he wasn't a particularly bad case, but he didn't want to change without even knowing what he would become. He assumed his first mission (so to speak) would be figuring out what he was becoming, and then he could try and prevent it. He had already made the connection between people around him, but he didn't want to accept it. However, he was the sharpest knife in the drawer and knew what he might become.
A Pokemon. He had a feeling.
It would seem he would need to find out which Pokemon he was becoming. He didn't have a Pokedex, which would be a problem. It seems he would have to resort to something simpler.
The library was nothing more than you expect. It was a simple small one-floor building with bookcases, tables, chairs, desks... Bland to say the least. Even the wallpaper was a dull beige. Craig felt like this place was like Purgatory; peaceful, but boring.
Nonetheless, he took a quick skim through the library, scanning bookcase after bookcase until he managed to find the section he needed. Pokemon Encyclopedias. Not quite as user-friendly as a Pokedex, but they get the job done. Unfortunately, he would have to look at every Pokemon documented. He sighed.
About an hour of skimming later...
He had narrowed down his search to about four or five possibilities. A peculiar fact is that seemed to be Ghost or Dark types. He wondered if this transformation was reflecting him in a way. Did people see him as a ghostly and dark type of person? He was upset by this for an approximate second, then dismissed the thought. Importantly, he had to think of what this transformation meant and what would happen to him during it. Would it be painful? Which one was he becoming? When he changed, would he remain himself or become a simple Pokemon, with no recollection of his past life? So many question, so few answers. Reluctantly, he decided on his course of action.
He would wait and see what happens.
May 1st, 2008, 4:41 AM
Yuuki sighed at the television screen. So far, it had just said what was going on, yet it failed to present any information as to why this was happening in the first place. Whats more, there was no mention of any way to stop it, witch troubled him, because he didn't want to live the rest of his life with rough skin and a tail.
Why do I get the feeling... He thought to himself That what we did last night had something to do with this? Nah, that cant be. I know some weird stuff happened back there, but it would never cause something like this to happen... Right?
He reached into his pocket and pulled out the pokedex that his brother had given him, and began flipping the screen open and closed again. Somewhere, in the middle of all this, was his brother. He wondered exactly what he was turning into. It was kind of odd to think that his own family members were going through this as well. Oh yes, he nearly forgot to call them. They hadn't heard anything from him since yesterday afternoon.
He walked up to one of the public phones in the pokemon center, and dialed his phone number, calling his parents to say he was all right, and that he would be staying in Varidian a while longer... possibly overnight again. He was going to find out what was happening here, and he felt staying in the city would be the best way to do that. Not to mention, he still had a brother to find.
May 2nd, 2008, 9:23 PM
“I've got to get back to work now,” said Tom. He returned to his sweeps. He didn't know how long he spent cleaning the floors, but it felt like forever. He glanced at the clock hanging over the main counter, though there was no point, as he really did not have a time set until he was off duty. He was on and off when he wanted to be. After so long, he figured the time had come to stop the janitorial duties and returned the equipment to the respective closet, where hopefully someone who was actually paid to do what he did would continue.
He yawned, but instead of heading back to the main lobby he re-entered the back room. A little peace and quiet was not too hard to ask for, or so he thought. He gave himself a considerable amount of time to think through the predicament of the world. Many would say that he wasn't alone in this situation, but they were probably lying. No one, to his knowledge, has seen what he saw the night before.
After about five minutes, Tom felt a little better. He was walking out towards the door to return to people, but something unexpected stopped him. The lights flickered. He turned, questioning what kind of wiring problem the Center was having. Unknown to him, this flicker happened nowhere else. This happened only in the backroom. The lights dimmed, and he was left in darkness.
Tom tried the door. It felt more like a wall made of steel, and now his heart beat began to run. He tried to remain calm and looked over his surroundings. The lights came back on again to reveal the room once more before entering complete darkness once more.
“Hello?” Tom called out.
The room felt calm now. He wasn't afraid of the darkness anymore, and it felt more welcoming. As soon as this feeling over came him, he felt a small gust of wind blow as a line of light appeared in front of him. It glittered and glowed brightly, illuminating the room in its dazzling pink light. But it remained a line, zigzaging slowly across the room and around his body.
“Tom..." came a voice.
It was unmistakable. “Amanda!”
The line never made a complete form, but kept its zigzaging drift as if there were a zero gravitational field. Tom never moved, afraid that by touching the line surrounding him would cause his sister's voice to vanish. But he never lost contact with what appeared to be the head of the line, which navigated so close to his face.
“Your help is needed...” said the voice. “You must come quickly...danger is afoot...a Pokémon needs your help..."
Because this voice sounded so much like his sister, Tom knew that what it said was important. It wanted him to do something and he would do it. His mind said so. “Where?”
“Find the moon rock...” it said. “Time is running out...save this Pokémon...before it destroys itself...”
And then the lights dimmed back on, and the pink energy line dissappeared. The room was back to normal. “Where did you go?” Tom called out. “Hello? Hello!” But no voice returned. He tried the door once again, and it opened easily. He was free to go. Free to go and search for that one specific thing he was told to find. The moon rock. He would need help. People would not come with him if he told them what had just happened though. He would have to find another way of convincing others to join him. He felt as if all of a sudden, he knew what to do. All of these times before when he would bluff his way out of things. Now, he would have to bluff his way into things. This would prove interesting.
He left the backroom, ready to begin the recruitment. His first target was someone he recognized from the night before, seemingly on the phone. Though it appeared rude, he had to do it. “Excuse me, can I ask you a question? A favor, really.”
OOC: He speaks to gamekrazy. >_>
May 3rd, 2008, 11:51 AM
Seeing that the boy from yesterday was heading twords him, Yuuki quickly finished up his phone call.
"Mom... I gotta go... Yes... yes, I love you too.... Ill make sure to check in... Ok... thanks." He finished, hanging up the phone. He turned to the kid from yesterday "Hey, your that boy that we helped out last night, right?" He questioned him, and gave a second to respond "I suppose I can help out... as long as we don't nearly get killed again... What do you need?"
Honestly, under normal circumstances, he would have said no immediately, without even asking what the boy wanted. However, he had a funny feeling that what was happening to him, and the rest of the world, was somehow linked to what happened last night, and if it was, then sticking around this boy may be a very good idea.
May 4th, 2008, 7:21 PM
Tom had managed to start the conversation. Now came the hard part. How was he supposed to get the teen to come with him? For starters, he wasn’t sure where he was supposed to go. His mind spun for only a second, until he remembered something. He was looking for some kind of rock. Pewter City’s Museum would be an excellent place to start. Yes, so now he had a destination. The next part was to somehow come up with a great way excuse to get there.
“I need to get out of town,” Tom said. “I don’t know if you were a trainer or not but…do you have any experience in traveling?” I’ve got the easy part out, thought Tom. His mind twisted and turned as he tried to find yet another sentence to come about, but nothing came. “I just need to get to Pewter City. I was wondering whether you’d have any car or something to get there; I don’t trust walking, and much less walking alone. A world like this, and with what’s happened so far,” —he showed his hands for emphasis— “and I would think a normal everyday walk alone would turn kind of dangerous.”
Fallen Angel_Messiah Of Black Roses
May 5th, 2008, 4:58 AM
AJ sat down at a pokecenter lobby couch, he was trying his best to stay out of the way in general, which was very hard for the young lad. He wondered what exactly was going on in the city, he knew something about pokemon being gone, but that was the very extent of his limited knowledge. AJ looked around him, some people were still asleep while others wern't, he thought about going to the cafeteria but he simply wasn't hungry.
Strange... AJ thought to himself, he was usually alot hungrier in the morning and he hadn't had dinner last night either, AJ frowned. Unsure of what to do next, AJ went from sitting on the couch to laying down, trying to get comfortable. AJ got back up, not feeling sleepy in the least, he groaned, bored out of his mind.
AJ felt around his pockets, looking for something. AJ searched both pockets, nothing, he could've sword he had put that in his pockets... AJ got up and got his bag, looked around and found his gameboy, but he just didn't want to play. It was going to be one of THOSE days...
" Tommmy... I'm boooorrreeddd..." AJ whined, as he didn't have ANYONE else to whine to.
May 5th, 2008, 1:01 PM
((OOC: Should probably do this before I get distracted by something again.))
The museum was a mess, but it should be expected. But Aryn probably didn't expect it to be this much. It probably took her at least an hour just to sweep up the broken glass first. Now she had to find the artwork and artifacts randomly strewn about the museum. She could only hope they were not badly damaged, or she'd be the one to hear it even if it wasn't her fault. Aryn sighed inwardly as she continued. It wasn't exactly easy to feel comfortable at all working with the manager there. He wasn't directly behind her, but it felt like he was breathing down her neck just from his glare from the desk near the entrance. It made Aryn shiver a little bit. If he is so concerned I'll do something wrong, then he should be helping in some way too. Tch, he was always lazy and sluggish anyway... Aryn held back another sigh as she continued. That portable television was distracting as well, but she overheard quite a bit. Even she couldn't help wondering what was happening to everyone around her, including herself. But, whatever it was, others probably had it worse than she had.
After a little bit of searching, she found one of the artifacts, finally. It looked like some sort of hardened lump of dirt at first glance, but once close enough, there was an odd shape embedded into it. Without another thought, she carefully picked it up, and quickly observed it to see if the condition was still alright. Maybe one scratch or two, but it was fine, thankfully. She kept it firmly in one hand as she went to a steel door behind the desk where the Manager was sitting, and held her employee ID to a small scanner of some sort. A small red light changed to green. Aryn opened the door, and left it open as she went inside. This was a small vault they kept artwork if something happened. Before placing the artifact in the spot specifically made for it, she observed it a moment longer. It must have been one of the fossils that they display. Judging by certain parts of it, she guessed it was the Aerodactyl. It was just a guess though, so she could be wrong, she's no scientist. Once she placed it on the proper shelf for it, she couldn't help but stare a little longer. This has probably the closest she has ever been to any pokemon for some time, sort of. However, Aryn suddenly remembered a few people she had seen on her way to the museum, and she also remembered a few things said on the news, that seemed to always be on constantly now.
Aryn's eyes widened a bit. Some of those people... those appearances... they remind me of-- Aryn cut her own thoughts short, and shook her head, as if to be rid of those thoughts. "Ridiculous...!" She quietly said to herself as she exited the vault and let it shut behind her, and intended to continue her work. She won't be telling herself that the sudden conclusion she came up with was true, she was probably tired a little.
Aryn pushed open the small door from the long desk to continue, but she had just noticed that the Manager was no longer there. "Well, at least it will be more comfortable working without him here..." Aryn said to no one in particular. She was about to continue walking, but behind the desk looked like another artifact of some sort. Aryn walked over where she saw it, and carefully picked it up. It just looked like a jagged and dull rock. But, this was indeed part of an exhibit. This was supposed to be something called a 'Moon Stone'. It really must be worse than I thought... usually this exhibit is on the second floor with three others. Aryn sighed at the thought. They'd probably be anywhere in the museum, and were probably the smallest exhibits here.
She went back to the vault and opened it again, and placed the first of the stones in a black box with a soft cushion on the inside. There were three empty spots where you could see the others were placed before. She exited the vault once again, but before continuing, she stared at the condition of the actual museum. "I can just tell this is going to be a long day..." With a heavy sigh, she continued searching for the artifacts and such without another word.
May 6th, 2008, 1:40 PM
Lee Hallows - Outside Hotel, heading for the Pokemon Centre.
Outside, similar scences could be seen around. The last night's chaos was replaced by a much quieter than usual morning. Around the place some people continued on thier normal life, others were cleaning up the broken glass outside thier homes and places of business. Not a lot of businesses were open but looking at those out and about, it was obvious that an air of fear and uncertainy blanketed the area. The changes I could see in most were subtle, there were even some that even look to be unaffected. Some few however were easily noticable and I even though I saw one that was actually quite major. Whatever was affecting everyone seemed to at different rates for each individual, or thats what it looked like. I wasn't really the type to let curiousity bound its way unabated, but there are times for everything.
The Pokemon Centre eventually came into view. The numbers there were not as many as there were last night. Strange how such a place was the heart of a city even after the events that occured lately. I walked inside and took the seat near the reception desk. I looked over at the television set up there, watching and listening. Thoughts floated unbidden to my head about the last 24 hours as I sat there, waiting. I really hoped my father was coming in the early afternoon, but for some reason I doubted that was to happen.
May 7th, 2008, 8:04 PM
Ash slowly began day dreaming. It was the only thing he did nowadays for entertainment.
"Ash. Come on come here with me..."
Ash shook his head again. Flashbacks would regularly cause pain. He didn't know why he always thought of past experiences so much. He looked around, past the large crowds of trainers in the pokemon center. He spotted Tom next to a person at a payphone
Ash stood up and walked over to him. Slowly bumping into meaningless people until he made his way there.
"...I just need to get to Pewter City. I was wondering whether you’d have any car or something to get there; I don’t trust walking, and much less walking alone. A world like this, and with what’s happened so far” Ash made it to him and heard some of this. He cleared his throat
"You need to get to Pewter? I can travel with you if you want."
May 9th, 2008, 4:46 AM
"Pewter?" Yuuki questioned the boy "Well, I come from up there, so yes, I know how to get to it... but I don't have a car or anything. Even If I did, traffic is kind of hectic now, what with everyone going to and from town to check if their relatives are still ok through all of this. Walking seems our only option at the moment. I agree that I don't really trust anything with how things are at the moment..." He touched his rough skin once more, to gain assurance he was indeed changing. "But travel by walking only takes a hour or two, so we should get there alright..."
It looked like Yuuki actually would be going home a bit sooner then he had expected. He didn't know what business this kid had back in his hometown, but at the moment, it was best to stick close to him.
May 9th, 2008, 7:38 PM
Two hours? That was a stretch. Tom wanted to get there now, and the prospect of walking for two hours did not appeal very well. One question that came to mind was, how much time did he have? Whatever it was that told him to find a moon rock did not specifically give him a time limit. And what of the moon rock anyway? Is it simply the flashy term of the moon stone? Or is it the moon stone itself? He thought back, back as far as he could. Something familiar with moon rock came to mind, but he could not think anything solid of it.
He shook his head, unable to process his questions fully. “I just need to get to Pewter. If we can get there in two hours, and it's the fastest way right now, then so be it.” But Tom still had his doubts. He wondered if this person was a good enough companion to have on a journey to Pewter if things got dirty. Had he been a trainer? If he was, good, but if he wasn't, and the timing was bad...
“You need to get to Pewter? I can travel with you if you want.”
What surprise; he remembered this voice, and upon turning to see who it belonged to, it was the same one who had gone to help him the night before! Yes, like him, this person was brave enough to jump an empty gap to help save his sister. Someone that heroic was bound to be a good companion to have.
“Yeah. Alright. But we have to go now,” said Tom. “It's important.”
OOC: In the next post I make, I will be cutting straight to a walk through the Viridian forest leading all the way to Pewter (of course, we will all (those who wish to be involved with the main plot that is) RP our way there). Just a heads up.
Loud and Annoying Pidgey
July 8th, 2008, 12:07 PM
Still Taking Sign Ups?
Name: Damion Parker
Gender: Male To Male
Location: Kanto,Viridian City
Pokémon to Become: Eevee (Will Be Umbreon)
Sorry,Trying To Hurry.
Personality: Damion Is Very Nice If You Get To Know Him,But At Times He Just Wants To Be Left Alone.His History Explains Why,Although He Trys Not To Remember It. He Will Protect His Friends At All Costs,Even If It Means Sacrificing His Own Life. He Is Also Energetic At Times,So He Is Quick To Get Into Trouble.
History: Damion Lost All His Memory Of Anything Before Age 10,Except For One Thing. His Father. His Father Would Make Him Do Everything At Age 8,And If He Didn't Do What He Was Told,He Would He Hit With A Whip. He Always Hid His Sadness,But It Never Worked. At Age 9 He Got Mad,So He Killed His Father Wth A Knife From The Kitchen. He Buried His Father So His Mother Wouldn't Know,But He Told Her He Moved To Cinnabar Island. He Lived In Shame Afterwards,But Still Said Nothing About It.
Love: Single And Intrested
RP Sample: From the RPG "Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Survivors of Tyurma Falls"
Lightning And Blazer Looked At Trika. " There's Some Oran Berrys On The Table. " Said Lightning Smiling. Blazer Turned Back Towards The Window. She Thought About Her Mom As She Looked Out The Window. Just Then Blazer Heard A Voice In Her Head. It Told Her Everything Is Ok. Blazer Was Suprised To See Her Mom Out The Window. (" Ok,Now I'm Seeing Things... ") Thought Blazer Turning Towards The Bedroom. (" I Need To Rest... ") Thought Blazer. Blazer Walked Towards It But Got Stopped In Suprise That The "Vision" Was In Front Of Her. (" Something Is Wrong With Me! ") Thought Blazer As She Turned Back Around And Stormed Out The Door.
July 8th, 2008, 6:13 PM
Considering this thread has been dead for a while... probably not. Oo;
Please don't revive threads over a month old. ^^;