Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Darkness Rising.(PG-14)

[Zeta Sukuna]

@Gardevoyeurism(sp?): It's not the best RP, but you're SU is accepted... congratulations. I will post a sign up tomorrow, and we will begin... I will still take SU's until all six are taken.

 

[Gorgormcgor]

So... am I declined or did you not see it? Just wonderin as you didnt say anything.

 

[Zeta Sukuna]

@Gorgormcgor: It's okay... you're accepted...

 

[Vyro]

Can you reserve me? Please....

 

[Sweet Dreams]

This rp reminds me of the first one I ever joined on PC. Can I reserve as well?

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((Ooc: I'd have liked to try my hand once more at being male, but seeing how there was only one other girl...))

Name: Jaw
Species: Mawile
Age: 17
Gender: Female

Personality: Most Pokemon, if asked to describe her in as few words as possible, would probably comment "'She's very sharp'". She had shrewd mind, wit and a cutting tongue that she used often and without thought. Jaw didn't quite care what others thought about her, if they get hurt because they can't take care of themselves, or if she hurt their feelings by merely talking to them. After all, if somebody was stupid enough to be hurt by, or even believing mere sounds, they deserved it. She didn't mean half the things she said, and downright opposed the other half; which is why she took a dislike to anybody who took things at face value. Since most people do, she declared in her mind that most people were gullible idiots. When she needed to, however, she could act completely innocent, sweet-faced and helpful. Heck, she could even act completely hysterical or empty-headed if the occasion called for it.

Jaw did have a streak of mischief in her when she was in a comfortable environment. Doing things like swinging around so that the large, vicious-looking mouth protruding from the back of her head rested inches away from somebody else's face, and yawning, brought delight to the girl. However, in whatever she did, Jaw was lively and even, if you looked closely enough, passionate. She was never half-hearted about what she did or was forced to do, including lying. Or joining a rescue team as a form of community service. One could also say that she had "nerves of steel", or in other words, she was inwardly extremely stubborn.

Appearance: From afar or her right, she looked like any other female Mawile, with, perhaps, an attitude problem, visible in her stance. When viewed from any other direction, her two large scars could be seen. One ran down from under her left "fringe", cutting across the nearest corner of her eye, before it stopped halfway down her steel cheek. The other, rather larger scar, was situated on her large jaw that doubled as a considerably weighty ponytail. It cut down from the left corner of her mouth, cut across the circle, curved back, and ended at the left foremost upper fang near the front of her mouth. This did mean she had a very impressive snarl, though. Also visible when she moved was the fact that, even for a level that was higher than most Mawile her age, her agility was very high for her species, although her defensive stats were below average.

History: Jaw did not sign up to be part of a rescue team of her own free will; after all, why would she? Instead, she had been caught stealing a rather valuable antique. Although she had put up a good fight, they managed to restrain her and she was sentenced to a year of community service via the guild. Because of this, she was the newbie, and people tried to approach her at first. The scars, the stare, the snarl and the tongue soon warned people off. So, she was a quiet, solitary, dark and bitter figure, although she did complete her missions with proficiency.

Before the guild, though, she had grown up an orphan. Her parents had left her on the doorway of an orphanage, as was the custom. Yet, instead of a lady opening the door to find yet another abandoned child and leading them in to a new, entirely legal life, a stranger scooped her up from the doorway. This was an Absol, and became the father-figure in the young girl's life. The Absol had realised that he was growing old, and wanted to leave something - a heritage - behind in this world. He himself had only survived through stealing food, water, and precious items to sell, so he taught the Mawile the tricks of his trade. He died, ten years later, leaving Mawile alone in the world at the age of eleven. She made her own living by putting her skills on hire, finding and stealing specific items for a price. Both scars were gained at the age of twelve, when she was still rather naive and had agreed to let the person hiring her pay after she retrieved the valuable. In the end, a couple of hired goons; a Sandslash and Machoke, roughed her up.

She was stealing for somebody else when she was caught, keeping in mind that the first rule of the job was; tell them who, and very unfortunate events may befall you.

Extras: (Any additional stuff)

RP Sample: Cara scowled to herself as she stepped off the ship, wondering what insanity had convinced her to leave her comfortable, if rather rickety house. Oh yes, her own. Muttering darkly to herself about the consequences of her own actions, she examined the idly floating houses and Pokémon Centre that made up Pacifidlog Town. The wood beneath her rocked gently, forcing Cara to question her footing and walk unsteadily through the doors of the Centre before sliding into a seat. She settled herself and started twisting a highly polished, metal ring on her left index finger.

It was her own fault she ended up in the position she was in, and she knew it. She had announced her "great idea" to her mother just two days ago, on account of her mother losing everything she had on an investment that failed to come through. Her plan had entailed her going off on a kind of journey in an attempt to lessen the bills at home, and pick up odd jobs here and there for some cash - of course, she would have to sort out the means of delivery later. When her mother reluctantly let her go, she jumped on the first boat out of the town, not bothering to check where she was going… And so ending up at the popular get-away that was Pacifidlog.

Resting her elbow on the table, she cupped her chin with her hand and gazed out the window into a seemingly endless, blue sky. She wondered how her mother was doing and if she had a new boyfriend yet. The last one stormed out after her mother tried to cook, ending up with a broken oven and a ghastly burnt-to-a-crisp chicken. Remembering the awful smell that wafted through the neighbourhood that day, she drummed her right fingers on the table. The neighbours weren't happy, tittering amongst themselves about how some people shouldn't blow things up and have their partner pay for it to be fixed, and nor should they have children. No wonder the Radcliffe child was such a failure – no proper bringing up. Now, if that girl had been their child, things would be different.

A white cloud drifted by, caught in a breeze and incapable of breaking free. *It's lucky I'm not a cloud. Even being here, out of all places, and trying to make my way, is better than being back there and having mom struggle to make our way.* Cara leaned back, having being brought back to reality by her thoughts, and stretched. She examined the place because she really had nothing better to do and unhooked several black strings from the flaming wristband on her right arm. Connected to those strings were capsules, their two colours, red and white, separated by a thin line on which rested a small, white button. Holding two in each hand, she pressed this button twice, and the capsules first grew in size before opening, a white light forming into Pokémon in front of her eyes.

Dusk, her Haunter, rubbed the back of a non-existent neck with a ghostly claw, swivelling his head as if some form of muscle were really sore. He never failed to impress upon her how cramped it was in a Pokéball whenever he was let out. Her Manectric, Dazz, swiftly leaped onto the spot beside her, curling into a ball and yawning. Slipping into the seat in front of her and mirroring her earlier position was Glimmer, a female Scizor who played at being hostile. Left on the floor, Atra the Absol simply lay down like one of those mythological sphinxes on the cool, tiled floor.

Cara contemplated deeply about how she was going to get a job in a place like this. Her fingers stretched out to begin worrying the silver ring again. This situation was not so hopeless, however, to cause her to slip on a smile when Nurse Joy came by, and so she coldly declined the offer of food.

 

[Darkhaven3]

UNRELATED: Is it okay if I reserve as Snake, the female Lucario? I'll only need to hold a spot until later tonight, and I'll have a full sign-up ready.

 

[Zeta Sukuna]

I added two slots in.

@Darkly: You are reserved, but here's a tip... post a little longer then you do in Trika's RP, and you will be in this.

@Sweet_Dreams: Me likey your sign up... you are accepted.

@Darkhaven3: You are reserved.

 

[Darkhaven3]

NAME: Snake (Lucario)
AGE: 15
GENDER: Female
PERSONALITY: Snake, being brought up a fighter, has always known the cold, sharp edge of the sword and has been trained to play follow the leader, being the true archetype of a very competent, steady combatant. She is resilient and calm in the hottest of battles and understands that she is fallible, usually opting to tactically strategize around a fight rather than run head-first into one. This withstanding, she is cunning, fast-thinking, and downright ruthless when fighting is necessary.

This does not mean that she doesn't know how to be gentle. Her upbringing has also taught her the preciousness of the calm before a storm, and just how much care she must take with the weight of lives she had previously led to ultimate doom. It is a mistake she is sure never to make again, to lead a group of herself, a Linoone, and a Ninetales to what appeared to be absolute death.

Snake cares very little for religion and 'wise tales', being a firm believer in the sciences and logical analysis as opposed to guesswork and divinity nonsense. She is very systematic at times and sometimes void of emotion to others because of this.

APPEARANCE: Given that she is a Lucario, her most distinguishing feature is her sharp, piercing green eyes instead of the usual crimson red; they stand out amidst a cross-pattern of black that cuts through the sonic blue fur of her face. A small scar is scratched into her right cheek, just barely registering amidst the jet-colored fur. A thick coat of banana yellow fur forms a vest about her torso, covering all but a once-very-crooked steel barb, which has since been filed down to a very perfect spike, similar to the ones found on the backs of her paws, which are covered up to the forearm with jet-black fur like the fur markings on her face.

Similarly, stripes of black fur follow her pelvis and shoulders and wrap around her legs, up until just above the knee which is coated by the same sonic blue as her face and biceps. Her long, colorless hair of the same shade as her forearms and legs reaches down to slightly past shoulder level, present in place of the traditional dreadlocks due to being unkempt for so long; and also rather untraditional is the light combat vest strapped around her torso, which is little more than a cloth weave with articulated seams for slightly added protection and light padding. Pockets line the vest, but are mostly empty save for the occasional food item or gummi.

HISTORY: Born (seemingly) in the present day and in the Pokemon realm, but she is actually very unsure about her origins. She seems to have vague recollections of a past life at times, sometimes late at night springing awake, screaming about "the fox girl". Though far from insane, she worries about the loss of memory she has between her birth and her seventh birthday. Thus, being present in the Pokemon Realm at least since then, she has established herself as a very quick worker, making easy work of most Pokemon which stand in her way (in a quiet, assassin-like fashion). She has never failed an assignment yet, and Pokemon that have come between her and an objective are usually never heard from again.

RP SAMPLE:
All was dark. Arlene had passed out cold from the sheer force of the electricity screaming through her body...

It was midnight when Arlene woke finally. She remembered little of what had happened, just... The raw fury that flowed through her, the immense hatred for that metal-clad assailant... Whatever he'd done, he would pay. When at first she opened her eyes, it was hard to tell if she had actually lifted her eyelids, due to the immense emptiness of the sky, the unyielding darkness that surrounded her. She couldn't even tell what direction she was facing at first. But once the feeling came back and the jolt returned in her sensitive nerves, she knew immediately. Snow was all around her, and the frigid cold was almost too much for her fur to keep away. She still remained relatively temperate beneath her pretty orange coat, but where exactly she was relative to her previous location was still a mystery.

She stood tenderly, adamant about being absolutely quiet. She did not want to alarm anyone or anything nearby, if an assailant was still near. She skillfully looked around at first, but suddenly, pain overtook her entire body. Her left leg buckled under just her own weight, and her right side went into spasms. She fell into the snow with a feathery "thud", and the blinding agony gripped her senses for a moment... When it subsided, she reached down, checking for abnormalities in her form. Fear drew her into a recessive state of mind as she passed a cold paw over her leg and noted that one part of her thigh was slightly off-angle; she had somehow broken a leg. And from the feeling in her chest, maybe a rib or two.

She forced herself to stand again, and limped a few agonizing paces over to a better vantage point to view her surroundings, clutching her aching side with one paw. She was barely able to stand, but despite the burning pain shooting at her, stabbing her from every direction, licking at her bones... She was still able to overwatch the area and think tactically. Her belongings were huddled up next to someone else's bag, and the person in question was out cold - or dead - in the snow, silent. Sighing, partially from pain, Arlene knew that whoever it was would not survive long without her help. She struggled along the snow path she had created by unintentionally dragging her broken leg through the loose mush, and carefully lowered herself down onto one knee. In the cold night air, the human in front of her would surely die of pneumonia and hypothermia if she didn't do anything.

Biting the immense, unimaginable pain rocking her to the core, the vixen gripped the boy intensely by the clothing and lifted him up onto her shoulders, at the same time dislodging him from the snow, and painfully carried him over to a nearby alcove formed into a rock face that spiked out of the snow. She then angrily fought against her own body to retrieve their bags, doing the best attempt she could to carry all three at once to their new temporary camp. She collapsed nearby suddenly, shocked as her vision became blurred and surreal... The gasping vixen coughed up a considerable amount of blood before regaining her composure and lifting herself up, and continuing to the campsite; where she promptly dropped everything from her shoulders. She was tired, very hungry, and filled to the brim - to the point where she could no longer withstand - with a fiery anguish unlike any she had ever faced.

Once again, unable to face the terrible agony, she doubled over and collapsed in the snow, though still conscious. Her energy spent, she knew that soon she would be far too weak to move. Whatever was wrong with her was very serious, possibly life-threatening. Once again, a dizzy spell overtook her, and she coughed until she expelled bodily fluids. Thankfully, this time, there was less blood. Or was it that she had lost alot already... And she was running out? Fearful, she struggled to stand again, forcing her weight onto her good leg, and shakily called out to the human boy, "Hey...! Get up!"

 

[Zeta Sukuna]

@Darkhaven3: The history could be a bit longer... but I like it... Accepted.

I will post my sign up later tonight or tomorrow... now that I'm not up to my eyeballs in schoolwork, we can start this thing.

 

[dragpyre]

i'm looking forward to doing this!!!

I can't wait to start

 

[Zeta Sukuna]

(ooc: I finally got a chance to do this... Chapter 1 is coming soon. My character will not be introduced for a while, so you have a chance to do your missions, I will still be reading.)

Name: Keio
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Personality: Keio is not the best pokemon to be around, as he is a little mean and controlling. But at times, he can be nice... especially to the Guildmaster. To new recruits, Keio is really harsh on them, but he views it as to help them grow up and get serious. Keio hates Mesprit for what she did to him last time they met.

Keio is a leader type, and can form up plans in the heat of battle or ambush, but also has absolutely zero sense of direction, he will get lost almost anywhere, and needs help from his comrades to find his way through. Religon is not Keio's favorite thing... Keio is athiest and doesn't believe in Arceus, but others have told him that he was wrong. All he really wants to do is to be a sucessful adventurer.

Appearance: Keio is a Raichu, and has orange fur with three lines of brown fur in the back, and yellow cheek dots... but that's where the similarities end... On Keio's paws is blue fur, and his tail is really long, and has a black line across the edge of it. His left ear has a bite mark from his first ever mission when he fought a Poochyena, and got overconfident.

Keio also wears a backpack to carry all of the items inside, and it has helped and hindered him many times, as it could hold more then the case does, but pokemon have stolen from it.

History: Keio was born from two Raichu's who lived in Treasure Town, and had a good life... until they went to explore the Northern Desert, as a weird idea of a vacation... as Keio's parents were sort of daredevils. Rei ended up falling into quicksand, and fell to the lake in the middle of the desert. Mesprit thought Keio was an intruder and attacked him, but before he was killed, his parents came in and fought off Mesprit, but the will to protect drove both parties to fight hard... but since Mesprit was a legendary pokemon, she easily overpowered them. Suddenly a team of Explorers came in and held off Mesprit, allowing them to get away.

Since that point in time, Keio wanted to be an explorer, to gain the strength of the group of explorers that saved his life, so he asked his dad to teach him how to fight. Keio's dad agreed and trained his son who soon after evolved into a Pikachu. Now he was ready to be in a team of Explorers, and signed up, before having to train for three months on combat skills. Soon enough, he was able to go on his first mission... to rescue a sunkern from a pack of Outlaw Poochyena. Keio and a partner... a Tyrogue went out to fight, but it soon turned out to be a disaster... the Tyrogue partner was killed in an ambush, made by the leader and two followers. Rei fought and defeated the leader and a follower, but the other Poochyena was able to bite through his ear, but in the end, Keio was able to win.

Now on his third mission, he recieved a Thunderstone and evolved into a Raichu, and gained a lot of power... after that mission, the rest were easier then they would've been if he hadn't found that thunderstone. Soon enough, he became a semi- famous explorer, but his parents soon passed away, from old age... now he is a powerful member of the guild.

Extras: Nothing really...
RP Sample: (From GhostPrincess' RP: Goddess of Happiness)

Andy limped closer and closer, arguing with Alex about some random things. "Well, you were the one to bring the rabid Beedrill on us!" Yelled Andy as he remembered the intense pain he recieved that day.

"Oh, yeah? Well you weren't able to beat that high-pitched hunter until a girl beat him up!" Yelled Alex, as the Electrike knew he had this in the bag. "Now, I am going to gloat when we get there!... Whoa, what are those?" Andrew looked over and saw ten creatures that looked like some kind of insect. The hellspawn dashed at the two, but Andy grabbed Alex and jumped away before striking thrice with his wind blade, but the beast was not harmed too much, as the attack was weak.

"Air Cutter!" Yelled Andrew as he waved his hands around the hellspawn, suddenly the air started cutting it, but it was not strong enough to hurt it too badly, and it jumped up before ramming into Andy, but Alex took the chance to run on the creature and electrocute it, hurting it, but not too much, as the creature grabbed Alex and tossed him to the ground, but at that point Andrew grabbed the monster and held it so that it's head was towards the ground, and smashed it's head into the ground, 'killing' the monster. "Phew, that wasn't too bad."

"Umm... I'd take a second look at the monster." Said Alex running up to Andrew in panic. The falcon morph turned around and saw the monster, as if it wasn't even too hurt. The monster clicked it's teeth, before launching needles from it's mouth, all of them hitting Andrew's arm, and poisoning him.

"Urgh, I hate this so much." Said Andrew as he grabbed his arm, and fired a small wind attack, allowing the poison which hasn't spread out of the area, to flow out, along with his blood. "This is the end!" And Andrew used the rest of his energy to make a giant wind blade, and sliced through the monster, and doing some damage to another one. The second monster, and a third then surrounded Andrew, who fell to the ground, exhausted. "I fought too much, I'm too tired to move."

"Andrew!" Yelled Alex as he fired a Thunder, killing the weak hellspawn. "No, this can't be happening." Alex stepped back, as the third monster started walking up to the two. "Th- there's no way we can win!" The monster grabbed Alex and slammed him into a building. "If it wasn't for Marcus, we'd be able to really fight."

"Grr... We still have to try." Said Andrew as he got up, and grabbed a stick. "I can still fight!" And with that, Andrew charged at the monster, before getting hit back by the tail. "Aahhh!" And Andrew went down, but wasn't out.

"Andy, don't get up!" Yelled Alex before firing a thunderbolt, repelling the monster, causing it to drop the Electrike. Alex ran to his friend and tried to get him to run away, as the monster was way too powerful at this point. "I don't think we could kill this monster even at full power. The first one was killed fairly, we got lucky for the second one, as you were barely aiming your attack, but we can't do it."

"N-nonsense, I admit we were lucky to get this far, but we can finish this one off, but we need a plan." Said Andy as he looked at the beast. "It's relatively stupid, so I will distract it, while you charge up the strongest Thunder you ever fired, then hit the monster."

"But, there's no way that would work!" Protested Alex, but Andrew walked up to the monster, rather slowly, so Alex just started charging power. "I just hope this works..." Andrew limped up to the monster, but since even Andy has limits, he fell unconscious, as it was a miracle he didn't fall unconscious earlier. "Of course that happens!" The monster then targets Alex and fires the needles, but the Electrike fired the attack, destroying the needles, and going in the mouth, tearing it's insides up, killing it. "Whoa, that was pure luck th-" Said Alex before falling unconscious.


Chapter 1: The Beginning!

One Post!

In this Chapter you walk to the guild and pick a mission from the board. The next chapter, you will be doing the mission!

Mission 1: A gang of Magmar has been robbing our village for a long time... we need help badly! (3 person mission)

Mission 2: There is a swarm of Beedrill attacking us! Help! (2 person Mission)

Mission 3: We're hunting for a legendary Ghost named Rotom, we need help to find this beast and to battle it. (2 person mission)

RPers, decide who will go where, as all three of these missions are important. Oh, and all of you are considered Level 5, even if you are evolved forms... I mean, in MD1 there was a level 5 Gardevoir! I hope this is okay. (I'd be considered as Level whatever you guys are around in Chapter 3.)

 

[Wolf in the Rain]

As the sun rose above the trees, a beam of light shined through the guild's window, hitting Volt in the face. Volt put a paw in front of his eye's as he got up to block the sun, and proceeded to head to the tub of water in the corner of the room. Once there, he dipped his head in the water, instantly waking him up and wetting down the fur on his head. After shaking his head to get the water off, Volt grabbed the blue bandanna next to the tub and tried it around his neck before heading off to the main room.

When Volt entered the guild's main room, he had expected a lot more Pokemon to be there. Still, it was pretty early in the morning, and Volt assumed that most Pokemon needed time to get to the guild. He then headed to the board and saw that there were three missions posted, but one in particular caught his eye.

It read as followed: A gang of Magmar has been robbing our village for a long time... we need help badly!

Looking at where the village was, this mission would take a day or two. But the fact that it allowed for three people meant that the team could have more strategy to it. Taking the paper off the board, Volt saw Coby fly by, probably to consult the trainies of the guild.

As he flew by, Volt asked "Hey Coby, mind if I take this mission?"

"Mmm...Yea... sure...." the Crobat mumbled as he flew by.

Volt did all he could to hold in a laugh. Since Crobat was usually a nocturnal Pokemon, Coby always had a slow start in the morning. Even when Volt was little, he remembered that every morning, Coby looked like he was run over by a herd of Donphan.

Volt walked over to the center of the room, and at the top of his lungs yelled "HEY! Anyone wanna go on a mission?!"

 

[Sweet Dreams]

((Ooc: Hope this is okay...))

She had awoken several hours before dawn; a habit that was much harder to drop than it sounded. Lying there in darkness waiting for the sunrise, Jaw could only blame herself for ending up in this position. She had tried to do three missions in a single night. The first two were carried out without a hitch, the night was still young - or morning, whichever, and the house was nearby. She had grown overconfident, and it ended up with her being forced into some guild where teams go off and rescue other Pokemon. Could there be a worse place for her?

Finally, she deemed it late enough to get up. Making sure that the small stash of others' possessions was well hidden; spontaneously stealing things that may come in handy being another hard-to-kick habit, she headed towards the board and scanned the missions available. One of the perks of her situation was that she lived in the guild to ensure she didn't run away, so all she had to do was walk into the next room. Some excitable Pikachu stood in the centre of the room, raising its voice to ask if anybody wanted to go with it on a mission. One of the notices pinned up caught her eye, causing her to smirk. It was titled: "A gang of Magmar has been robbing our village for a long time... we need help badly!" How ironic, Jaw mused, deciding to take the mission for the sheer hilarity of it all. A first-class thief being forced to go and catch a lowly gang who probably don't even now the meaning of the word. However, the prospect of possibly working with two sincere, honourable and, above all, naive Pokemon was not pretty. Possibly working with, and possibly sincere and naive.

Jaw gnashed the two thorns protruding from the back of her head in irritation, unintentionally causing a passing oddish to almost wet itself. It squealed and ran off, crying instead. Sneering in disdain, she silently walked up behind a Crobat, who also just happened to be the guild master, and tapped him on the purple wing. The male almost jumped out of his skin. Being a bat, his hearing was usually phenomenal, although, since he was drifting off to sleep, her having had a lot of practice, and other Pokemon masking the sounds that a steel foot made, he hadn't heard her.

'Is this mission full?' Jaw asked coolly. She actually hoped it wasn't, because the others didn't even interest her at all.

'Ah... Volt already took the mission. You should ask...' he yawned, reverting back to sleepiness after the brief shock.

'Volt.' She stated coldly. 'I'm assuming "Volt" is the idiotic male Pikachu, correct?' Just her luck. Not only did the yellow Pokemon seem like the sincere, naive type, he was also unaccountably eager. Boy scouts material.

'Well, now, I don't approve of calling would-be future team-mates "idiotic and..."' Coby tried to stifle another yawn.

'I thought that you told me when I... joined, that I should at least try to be honest here. Well, I'm being honest,' Jaw rolled her scarlet eyes, taking care to emphasise the word "joined".

'No, you're not - where are you going? I haven't finished talking to you!' The Crobat shouted, flustered as the Mawile just walked away in the middle of his speech.

'Well I have,' she said.

Coby stared half-sleepily at her before exclaiming, 'No dinner after the mission, you hear? Room confinement, too,' he added, miffed.

Jaw just approached the Pikachu calmly. 'Sign me up... before I change my mind,' she muttered the last bit under her breath.

Like she had numerous times before, she entertained the notion of escaping in the middle of a mission before dismissing it. She would just be hunted by some rescue team or other, and she couldn't run from them forever. When she got caught, she would really be sent to prison or some kind of rehab facility to "cure" her of her tendency to thieve.

 

[dragpyre]

Waking up, Dante stared at the ceiling for a while. He had been doing this a lot lately, because every mission that he did seemed to spark some sort of feeling in him which he didn't quite understand. Looking outside, he noticed the sun hadn't even fully risen yet, and only a few lush, golden rays lighted up the landscape outside.

Realising that sitting here thinking wasn't getting anything done, he got up, and began to stretch his legs, his cartilage clicking as he did. Gathering up all the stuff that he requires for a rescue mission, such as reviver seeds, gravelrocks and oran berries, he went outside, the sun further risen and its rays lighting up his glossy, golden fur, which he does his best to keep in a pristine condition.

Going to the notice board, a Pikachu was shouting about a rescue mission near it, something about a gang of Magmar ransacking an entire villiage many times. This mission was also on the notice board, and it caught Dante's eye quickly, as it seemed to have been quite a desperate plea.

Approaching the Pikachu, who seemed to be known as Volt, Dante asked,

"Is there still any places free in this mission?"

"Sure, there is!" Volt replied, "You wanna join?"

"Yeah i will. These pokemon seem desperate for help!" Dante said.

"Ok, well if you just sign here."

After Dante had signed, a Pokemon named Jaw approached the guild leader, who is known as Coby the Crobat, and shocked him out of his skin by tapping his shoulder when he was half asleep.

Dante walked off, happy in the knowledge that he could satisfy his addiction to adrenaline with this rescue mission, but he did not trust that Pokemon Jaw. She just seemed too shifty for his liking.

 

[Zeta Sukuna]

@everyone: All of your posts are pretty good... I'm impressed. When a second mission is taken I will start Chapter 2... either that, or tonight.

 

[Darkhaven3]

"You were nervous," an average-height Sableye took note of as herself and a taller Lucario continued their brisk pace towards the central guild room, within which was the all-knowing Notice Board. From here was where Snake had spent most of her teenage (and pre-teen) life through accepting daring rescue missions that at the time seemed far out of her grasp of accomplishing alone, and yet, she had always succeeded. It always brought back memories of her first assignment to view the Notice Board, no matter how many times she found herself standing before it, expecting it to divulge some secret about her childhood.

"I never do well in the drills," Snake noted as the two stopped before the large corkboard display. As she was somewhat tall for her species at about four feet and two inches, she had to stoop slightly to read each announcement in full clarity. Miscellaneous 'escort' assignment notices were posted in haphazard misalignment all over the board and maps and detailed listings of nearby regions were lined up carefully near the edges of the display. Among them, however, three in particular caught her eye - they were written in a cryptic sort of dishevelled handwriting, in red ink, denoting some sort of urgency. The edges of the tattered parchment had been scratched and frayed, as if they had been gotten to the Notice Board without a moment to spare. The air of these three papers stuck to the board stuck out like polkadots amidst the sea of other useless drivel not worth her time.

"See anything good?" Judas, the Sableye, questioned. She had that note of 'I know what you're going to say already' in her voice, one that Snake picked up on immediately. Judas had also spotted the foreboding scrawl of mashed-together red letters amidst those that looked far less important.

The strange text seemed to make Snake quiver ever so slightly in her combat vest, but it was a feeling she quickly shut out and shook away. She turned to face her friend, and nodded. "I think I'll be taking-" she began, reaching for one mentioning a gang of Magmar ransacking a village nearby, but was cut short by the small, shrill voice of a Pikachu. Snake had to lower her ears to protect the small bones of her inner ears from his almost girlish voice. She shook her head, and turned her attention back to the Notice Board. After a brief perusal of the remaining two messages, she decided on the more peculiar sounding one... Which offered two people the chance to help find and extinguish Rotom. Grinning inwardly, Snake picked the letter off of the corkboard and looked it over once more before raising it to the air. With a certain inexplicable calmness in her voice, she called, "Going to find and kill Rotom, who's in?"

 

[Zeta Sukuna]

Okay... like I said earlier... here's chapter 2... you have to have a mission full before posting in it though.

Chapter 2: The Three Missions!!

3 Posts

Ignore the recruit rate: You will not be able to recruit until after Chapter 3

Magmar Mission takers read here!

You have to defeat the Magmar who have taken a base in a distant town... you have to go through the Unknown Forest before fighting the Magmar.

Here are the enemies:

Unknown Forest (2 posts)

Wurmple

Levels: 3-5
Type: Bug
Gender: Either
Recruit Rate: 50%
Encounter Rate: Common

Cascoon

Level: 6
Type: Bug
Gender: Either
Recruit Rate: 23%
Encounter Rate: Uncommon

Silcoon

Level: 6
Type: Bug
Gender: Either
Recruit Rate: 17%
Encounter Rate: Uncommon

Magmar (Scout)

Level: 8
Type: Fire
Gender: Male
Recruit Rate: 0%
Encounter Rate: Two

Hidden Village
(1 post)
Magmar

Level: 7-9----- Leader Level: 10
Type: Fire----- Leader Type: Fire
Gender: Either----- Leader Gender: Male
Recruit Rate: 0%----- Leader Recruit Rate: -100%
Encounter Rate: Common----- Leader Encounter Rate: One


Beedrill Mission Look Here!

You have to save a couple of pokemon in Apple Forest from meeting their fate by three Beedrill.

Here are the enemies:
Apple Forest (Normal Enemies)

Wurmple

Levels: 3-5
Type: Bug
Gender: Either
Recruit Rate: 50%
Encounter Rate: Common

Cascoon

Level: 6
Type: Bug
Gender: Either
Recruit Rate: 23%
Encounter Rate: Uncommon

Silcoon

Level: 6
Type: Bug
Gender: Either
Recruit Rate: 17%
Encounter Rate: Uncommon

Kakuna

Level: 6
Type: Bug
Gender: Either
Recruit Rate: 0%
Encounter Rate: Uncommon

Apple Forest (Event Enemy)

Beedrill

Level: 10 each
Type: Bug/Flying each
Gender: All Female
Recruit Rate: -100%
Encounter Rate: 3

Rotom Mission goers read here!

This mission requires you to go to the Mansion and Meet your contact. He will assist you on fighting Rotom and it's ghost minions. Beware, as it can change it's form at will.

Ally

Andrew (Gengar)

Level: 7
Type: Ghost/Poison
Gender: Male
Recruit Rate: Temporary Ally
Encounter Rate: Temporary Ally

Mansion (Normal Enemies)

Haunter

Level: 5-7
Type: Ghost/Poison
Gender: Either
Recruit Rate: 13%
Encounter Rate: Common

Misdreavous

Level: 4-6
Type: Ghost
Gender: Either
Recruit Rate: 10%
Encounter Rate: Common

Shuppet

Level: 8
Type: Ghost
Gender: Either
Recruit Rate: 0%
Encounter Rate: Common

Mansion (Event Enemy)

Rotom


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Level: 12
Type: Ghost/Electric
Gender: None
Recruit Rate: -100%
Encounter Rate: One

These are your missions... you will gain levels during them... Be careful, and watch your back.

(ooc: If your mission is full, then you may post for chapter 2... if not, then post for chapter 1.)

 

[Gardevoyeurism]

((OOC: I hope this is, you know, barely acceptable.))


It was a bright and sunny day, Lopunny were frolicking with their Buneary friends while sleeping Volbeat rested upon the soft, dewy grass. Among these relaxed, blissful pokemon was Clare - a panicked female Alakazam who appeared to have lost her spoons. As embarrassing as it would be for an individual who happened to be of the psychic type, she bravely approached an Eevee, who she had spotted absent-mindedly gnawing on an oran berry.

"Um, 'scuse me, but have you like, seen any small items of cutlery by any chance?" Clare pleaded for an answer, crouching to bring her short snout to the level of the smaller pokemon's. It was quite an unusual scene, with a four-foot-tall fox asking a smaller vulpine creature for the directions to her own possessions. Understandably, Eevee appeared to be somewhat suspicious of the Alakazam.

The little normal-type pokemon took one look at the psychic, struck her with a quick attack and dashed off as fast as it could. To add insult to injury, the psi pokemon had been rendered unconscious by a scratch from a weak little unevolved creature.

It took her a good four hours to at last regain consciousness, after which she groggily heaved herself into an upright position with a great deal of telekinetic force. Stroking her lengthy whiskers, she examined her surroundings, later closing her eyes in order to utilize her sense of smell. Sensing the presence of other pokemon, she found it to be pure common sense to teleport before she could sustain any more damage.

As to where she teleported to, however, it was now known that she didn't exactly have the best taste in hiding places for she had now found herself in the midst of an alleyway brawl between a group of Machoke and Toxicroak. Although she was quite capable of single-handedly putting this fight to an end, her misguided conscience urged her to teleport to safety, which she did. Clare, exhausted and exasperated, was now back where she started. Setting herself down under a nearby tree, she pondered a solution to her current problem which involved missing cutlery. After a good long think, she at last managed to dig up from the very crypt of her mind a grim realization.

The explorer's guild, which she was currently part of, had a kitchen among its many facilities. From that kitchen, she had borrowed many a spoon, each one she had either lost or broken. Trying to swallow this thought, she rose to her feet, closed her eyes and struck the claw upon the hind toe of her right foot against its counterpart on her left foot.

"There's no place like home... There's no place like home..." A la Wizard of Oz, the psychic had utilized what little power she had to warp herself to the guild's main hall. Just her luck it shall be that she had teleported straight into a Pikachu's cry with her snout practically between the jaws of a Mawile. Though it was far from wise to do so, Clare released a shrill scream before frantically warping from corner to corner, her frail, furry body shivering in fright.

At last, mercifully, after five minutes of screaming and warping about, some degree of reason returned and Clare was back on her feet, standing in front of Coby, the Crobat who led the guild. Giving a sheepish grin, she slowly approached him.

"Hehe... Um, this might seem somewhat out of the blue, but can I like, borrow a couple of spoons?"

Giving her the dirtiest look a pokemon can give, a tired-looking Coby fluttered down to meet her level.

"Don't tell me you've... lost the last pair already..." Drawing a long, deep yawn the Crobat rested his large, purple blob of a body onto a perch.

"...But since you, as an Alakazam, require those spoons to function you may have as many as you need." Yawning once more, the flying-type waved a wing in a mockery of a shooing gesture, to which Clare responded by curtseying, then dematerializing. Relieved that she hadn't tried to drown him in her saliva as she had done many times before, the guild leader gave a sigh, then shifted his focus onto staying awake for the purpose of keeping his guild in order.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen where a Charizard prepared a batch of hot chocolate, Clare by means of telekinesis slipped into her hands a pair of spoons, then warped herself out of the room as quickly as possible lest she be attacked. Reinvigorated, she made her way over to the noticeboard. Now by what had happened earlier that day, she wasn't exactly in the mood to be sent on a mission whatever the priority. However, that didn't stop her from being somewhat curious about what the missions happened to be.

"Uhh... Eek. This seems kinda scary."

A high degree of curiosity mixed with a timid nature can prove to be a dangerous combination. For the mental health of the individual which happens to possess both traits, of course. Especially when they are as easily frightened as this particular Alakazam was. It was quite understandable why a glass-cannon of a pokemon such as herself would be reluctant to throw herself into any of the situation described upon the noticeboard, of course, as Beedrill are primary bug-types, which would make mincemeat out of an unsuspecting psychic. Of course, she wasn't too keen on doing any of these though since she had been eating a hole in the budget by losing and damaging a great deal of the guild's silverware, she thought it to be the least she could do. With her slanted eyes as wide as they could open, Clare appeared to fall into a trance as she stared at the letter with the blaring red text amongst personal ads and pithy complaints about the attitude of certain guild members. This trance was later broken by the voice of a female Lucario.

"Going to find and kill Rotom, who's in?" The Lucario, who Clare recognized as 'Snake', had a strange calmness to her voice as she casually mentioned snuffing the cute electric-type.

Clare, being the ditz she was, decided that she would flap her jaw and in the process make a complete fool of herself in front of the other guild members.

"Kill Rotom? But Rotom is like, so cute!" Clutching her spoons, the diminutive Alakazam levitated ever so slightly to meet the level of the oddly tall Lucario. "Anyways, sign me up - I'm not afraid of ghosts."

Many of the pokemon who happened to be within earshot stared at the floating psychic. Clare was known to be afraid of most things, often running from things she could easily defeat. However, when it came to ghost types she appeared to be oddly comfortable around them, despite the fact that they could easily take her life without the slightest effort.

 

[Zeta Sukuna]

@Gardevoyeurism:

being the ditz she was, decided that she would flap her jaw and in the process make a complete fool of herself in front of the other guild members.

That is funny... I like your post.

 

[Gorgormcgor]

Lashe was abruptly awoken by the sound of his roomate Sal the Persian. Sal was a fun spirited cat, but was very annoying at times.

"Do you mind?" Lashe said angrily. He squirmed up and stared down the culprit.

"It doesnt matter anyway," Sal said "you had to get up in an hour."

"Well you do too." Lashe snapped back. Lashe really knew Sal would just take the day off, being the lazy person he was. "Im gonna head out, I guess" Lashe sighed.

Lashe's bidy slowly expanded taking the physical form of a Scizor. His body then turned the metallic red color. He stretched as his body hovered off the ground, and then he sped out the door. He felt sort of cranky after his morning alarm so he decided he'd relax for awhile until it was time to pick a mission. It didn't matter though, he knew eventually his eager spirit would come over him and he would be unable to help himself. He scoured the board looking for an interesting mission. A Beedrill attack?

"That could be fun" Lashe whispered to himself. He looked left then right and pulled the flyer down. Then buzzed around the guilds ceiling.

"Anyone wanna head Beedrill huntin' "He said in a redneck voice. He giggled to himself and looked around..

PS: I hope Darkly posts his SU soon because I really wanna start.