Well, this took forever, partly due to me taking a leave in the middle of it all.
I want to simplify things, and I might start with a post and RP of my own just to get things going. I have options though. The first one is from a fakemon RP that's going really well lately. But I'm not sure how to format things o:
art by forum user Royal.
Delirium - a roleplay led by forum user Royal.
blurb text:
Veriti, a beautiful, rich, and incredibly vast region is home to over two hundred unique Pokemon never before documented. However, that all changed about five years ago – Pokemon and humans alike started to become aggressive. Gyms, contests, and training allowances were closed down and stopped. Doctors, professors, and high-ranked professionals of the League set out to find a cure for this Hysteria, but have not yet been successful… (can probably be shortened more if necessary)
Featured post by forum user CDB. His trainer, Brass, is trekking in the wild, meeting fakemon's of the game master's creation!
It was now well into the day, but that didn't make the trek any easier. Brass took every step with the caution of a city dweller, unsure of when he would slip on the ill-placed rock and fall to his earthy demise. Hastecaller had run ahead; he knew the way to Celeste City, though his swarm usually took great care to stay away from human interaction. Not that he heeded the warnings, though - his name was Hastecaller for good reason. He didn't look behind to see if Brass was following; Brass' loud footsteps and occasional mumbling were enough to signal his location to everything in the area.
There was a short series of thumps, and Hastecaller immediately turned toward its source. Brass looked, but he couldn't see anything. Lyla's aura flared as she concentrated her power. Hastecaller's body sparked with electricity, and webs shot out from his mouth. There was a cry and a splash of sand sprayed the trainer and his Pokemon. A pair of brown rabbit Pokemon emerged, both of them stuck in electrified webbing. They struggle to move, but the electricity now coursing through their bodies made it difficult for them to react with any real speed. One of them quickly shook it off and was furiously dashing toward Hastecaller.
Brass spit some sand out of his mouth. He examined the two Gembur; the electrified one had a topaz on its forehead, while the other had an emerald. They seemed young, though, and this was a chance to see Hastecaller's battle capabilities. He gestured for Lyla to fall back and her aura dimmed, but she stayed alert. Hastecaller barely dodged the enraged Headbutt, and the emerald Gembur snarled as it was wrapped up in a String Shot. Before it could break free, Hastecaller bit it hard and instantly regretted his decision. The Gembur was deceivingly sturdy, and this time, it slammed its head into Hastecaller. He reeled back in pain, dashing away before Gembur could Headbutt him again.
In the corner of his eye, he saw the topaz Gembur rushing in for a Headbutt as well; he was pincered between the two charging Gembur and froze, seemingly unsure of what to do. Right when they were about to collide with him, he rolled out of the way, and the two Gembur hit each other head on. They took a second to regain their composure, but Hastecaller was already shooting an Electroweb. The two Gembur were caught in the electrified web, and Hastecaller circled them, string shooting out of his mouth. The sticky combination left the Gembur barely able to move, and Hastecaller trilled triumphantly as he watched them struggle. Instead of making them faint, however, he ripped the webbing apart, and the two Gembur hopped away as fast as they could.
Brass smiled, impressed by Hastecaller's quick thinking. Lyla flashed green and purple; the two would get along just fine. They continued walking; they occasionally ran into some Krihte, but they all treated Hastecaller with reverence. They would pass along whatever news they heard, and through Lyla's rough translation, it seemed that another trainer had beaten Andie, as well as many of the forest's Pokemon. Brass frowned; he never enjoyed the idea of making wild Pokemon faint. They had no access to any reliable source of healing, and their injuries would leave them ill-equiped to defend themselves in the future.
When the sun was beginning to set, Brass found himself nearing the edge of the forest. He had been blindly following Hastecaller and had expected to continue along the rocky part of Route 1, but he realized as they went further into the forest that he was being led to a cabin. The building seemed abandoned to the forces of nature; it was enveloped by vines and fallen leaves, the wood a dark dirty brown. The healing box was still functional, and Brass returned his Pokemon to their Pokeballs to heal them before letting them back out again.
The trees made the night exceptionally dark, but starlight softly filtered through the gaps in the leaves. It was a sight Brass had never been able to experience back in the city. Some Pokemon howled in the distance, their voices echoing each other as they joined together in appreciation of the night sky. Brass left Lyla and Hastecaller to their own endeavors; he fell asleep as soon as he closed his eyes, preparing himself mentally and physically for another long day.
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art by forum user Hands.
Team Spirit - a roleplay led by forum user Red's Hawt Chibi Pelippers.
blurb text:
There are no humans in this world. Pokémon live in cities and houses and use machines and go to work like humans would in our world. However, there are also many pokémon who don't live in cities. Some pokémon from the naturally wild species are trying to find a role in the modern life by using their talents as best as they can. Likewise, there are members of modern species who have decided to live in the wild instead... (can probably be shortened more if necessary)
Featured post by forum user Red's Hawt Chibi Pelippers.
The Feisty Pinsir wasn't too busy during daytime. Like any pub, it still had its regulars coming in at their regular times though. One of the newer ones was currently leaning on the counter with a heavy posture. Eyes closed, wings folded, both red elbows resting against the wood, pincers gripping a tall glass of strong nectar. The barman knew by now not to give her alcohol. Not even in the evenings. The imposing Scizor came here to seemingly meditate before her training. The strong nectar would make weaker pokémon extremely hyper, but this fighter gained focus from it, or so she claimed. Considering how much of the substance he had fed her over the past days though, the barman wondered if she could ever get energized from anything else anymore.
In the corner of the pub was a group of local pokémon. The kind who considered this their bar and liked to look at newcomers with condescending gazes. They usually didn't pose any real problem, but the barman had been having his eyes on them for the last hour, as their gazes had been unusually focused on the red battler at the counter. Probably because there was almost nobody else here right now.
Uh-oh. One of them, a bulky Primeape male, was getting up. He walked slowly towards the counter, a smug grin plastered to his face, his buddies chuckling in the background. The barman let a pair of experienced tentacles sneak onto the table behind the counter while his front tentacles were still polishing a glass like they had been for the past minute. If something happened, he'd be able to jump up and intervene in a split second.
Primeape sat down on a stool, a bit too close to the Scizor for what decent strangers would feel comfortable with.
"Another round, Mitch!" his raspy voice told the barman, who nodded nonchalantly and used some additional tentacles to pour up a number of simple beers for the group.
Scizor hadn't moved an inch.
"Hey, bug lady," Primeape said more loudly. "You still breathing or did that non-alcoholic drink kill you?"
He was rewarded by laughter from his buds in the corner.
She replied without opening her eyes: "Still breathing. And a sip from this drink would likely kill you, sir."
Primeape just laughed. "Hey. You, uh, you like it here? In Petalburg?"
"Not particularly, no," she replied quickly and then actually opened her eyes and turned to face him. Her expression was blank. "I'm sorry, is there a point to this conversation?"
The pig ape looked a little bit taken aback at first, but recovered. "We were simply wondering if this fine lady bug would like to sit with us instead of alone up here, hehe."
More laughter from the corner.
"I see. I'll have to decline that offer." With that, she turned back to her drink and chugged the rest of it down. The barman winced slightly at the sight. That's gotta give even her a rush.
"Ah, don't be like that, lady! We're really nice guys," Primeape said with the greatest tone of sympathy he apparently could muster. He put his hand on Scizor's shoulder.
Uh-oh. The tentacles the barman leaned against the table tensed up, ready to jump. He could see a muscle in Scizor's face twitch. She was predictable after all.
The next thing that happened, however, was that a gust of wind hit all three of them in the face. They blinked, and realized that a pokémon that was most definitely not Urban, now stood beside them at the bar. The Staryu made no further sound nor movement, but remained balancing atop one of the stools.
Primeape looked beyond himself with disgust, a bit too much so to be able to find words quite yet. The barman glanced at Scizor, who actually just sighed. Fine, then.
"Can I get you anything?" he offered the newcomer.
Staryu's core blinked once.
"That means - excuse me sir, do you mind," Scizor said and moved away from Primeape's coarse fist. "It means yes."
She knew this creature, then. "What does, uh,
it drink?" the barman asked.
"
He would probably like a beer. Alcohol soothes him," Scizor said and started moving towards the entrance. "And make it quick, please?"
The large Tentacruel behind the bar nodded and poured a simple lager up in a glass. After putting it on the bar in front of the Freefolker, he observed together with the increasingly enraged Primeape how Staryu dipped one of his arms into the drink and sucked it all up in a matter of seconds. Its core started glowing more intensively, and it gave up a mysterious, sort of bubbly sound before it was gone in another gust of wind, out the door.
"Put it up on my tab, please, Mitch," Scizor said before she left as well.
The barman nodded and finally relaxed. The tentacles that had been ready to jump, slipped back down onto the ground.