Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Rise of the Wilderness [PG 13]

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Okay, then I suppose we all have no choice but to wait do we?
*twiddles her thumbs*
 
I hope we start soon. :) I'm looking forward to this.
 
well, since it says that sign-ups aren't closed yet, can I join?​

Name: Kyuubi​

Species: Ninetales​

Age: unknown but pretty old, as ninetales are supposed to be able to live for a 1000 thousand years.​

Gender: Female​

Wild or not: No​


Personality: Sincere to all but rather hostile sometimes, Kyuubi may be quick to anger if you disrupt her unexpectedly. She is agile and strong but likes to rely on her mind instead of her strength to get her out of problems. Strong-will, dedication and determination seems to be some of her better traits and she would do anything for a close friend or family member. Having been a traveler since a young age, Kyuubi is sort-of anti-social and doesn't like being with a group though she gets along with others very well.​

Appearance: Like a shiny ninetales, except with blue tipped paws, ears and the fluffy bit of fur on it's head.​

History: Having grown up and around rescue teams of all sorts and giving ideas and suggestions to many of these rescue teams, Kyuubi had an extraordinary knowledge of attack and defense strategies. Her parents, a ninetales and shiny houndoom, were also in a rescue team, going out frequently and leaving her at home to operate the letters and messages sent backwards and forwards. She longed for the compensation and freedom to be allowed to go on a rescue mission with a rescue team and help other pokemon. Acting her best to make sure her parents let her go on a mission, she pariently did as they said, staying at home and being sensible, but then disaster struck. A report came to her home with file saying that her parents had both died during a mission when they had come across a 'Wild' pokemon. Confused to what this meant, Kyuubi set out to find out exactly what was happening.​

At the time, wild pokemon had just began to appear in the dungeons, haunting every crevice and crack, hiding behind every shadow. She watched as the dungeons that were once always accessible to the public be boarded up and closed. Kyuubi continued her journey though, surviving the most harshest problems as the wild pokemon condition continued instead of fading away as they thought it would. Survival of the Utmost was the number 1 tactic as numbers of wild pokemon rose and fell constantly, Kyuubi began to wonder constantly what will become of the world.​


Other: Ghost in the machine? where?​


Rp sample:
~ This is from Ghost Princess's Pokemon: Acies region
Angel blinked suddenly as the dark grunt she was battling with ran away in the middle of their fight. A dusknoir hovered menacingly at the door, suggesting it was what had scared the grunts so much. "that was..." she was rendered speechless, even Sardonyx was quiet. Noticing that the other trainers were lining up to listen to the woman in the white lab coat, she followed them.​

She held many different coloured pendants, each with a different stone. They were ours to choose from, apparently. "Take these, and go on a journey. Make many friends, and strive to be the best. That is the only way you can return to your world. You may keep the pokemon you battled with. They will be your starters, I expect great things from you, don't let me down." the woman said. ​

Angel watched as two of the trainers picked their pendants and began to set off on their own respective journeys. She walked up to the pendants, deciding on instincts, she picked a bright red pendant, the ruby pendant. She took the things the woman had given her, a pokedex, five pokeballs and the newest design of pokemon communicator. Angel bowed to the proffessor, accustomed to formalities.​

She hung the pendant around her neck and held onto the pokeball containing Sardonyx. Strangely, the air was rather too serenely after just having experienced many men and pokemon trample through it earlier. She shrugged, after all, she didn't belong here, of course she'd think differently of it.​

The tall grass clung fervently onto her clothes, dewdrops from unexpected rain from whenever dripping somewhere. The pendant swung around her neck, a continuous motion. Angel stopped in a small clearing and checked her poketch, it was only noon, she should have approximately have traveled at least half of the route by now. A low growl then suddenly interrupted her amusings and a poochyena popped out of the bushes. She smiled sincerely at it, I think I'll catch this little energy ball for my team.​
 
cool, rp wish I could join but I'm already in too many already
 
OOC: (yeah, you heard/read me correctly, OOC!!!)
Dragonqueen0210: Hehe... an... interesting sign up... I like the way you put the password in. Accepted.
Konekodemon:Your post is kinda spam... I don't want this thread to be closed the moment we start roleplaying.
And we are operational! Ahem.
Allonsy! (Toxic_moonlight will probably understand why I said that)
Oh, and I removed that weird comment I placed above the plot in post #1.



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Rayquaza was curled up on the peak of sky pillar, considering the thoughts that had occurred to him. The whole wilderness thing can't have been existent since the dawn of time and just waited to attack pokemon. It just can't. Something tells me that this was… staged somehow. That meteor was the key! Just then, something else that he had thought of came to mind. Wait a minute… if this infection was to find its way to Dialga and Palkia… He cut off this line of thought, shuddering.

It was at this moment that Rayquaza noticed someone was behind him. He turned around, and discovered that it was a Flygon. "Yes? What is it?" He said, crossing his arms.
The Flygon stammered in reply, "I-it's not good news, sir. Tons of wild pokemon are climbing up the tower, and fast. They're at about the 8th floor after the Kangashkan statue."
Rayquaza immediately responded, "And the survival count is…?"
The Flygon shuddered. "Zero. We're the only ones left…
Wait a minute!" He shouted. "That's only one floor below us!"
There was a sudden explosion. "Now it's not even that." Came the grim reply.

It was total havoc. In mere seconds, a swarm of wild pokemon flooded the top floor of the Sky tower. However, most of them were surprisingly weak. They were kamikaze, in every sense of the word. Their main purpose was apparently to get into the heat of the battle and cause as much damage as possible before getting wiped out. But their purpose was useful. It sufficiently weakened at least the Flygon, who collapsed after about a whole minute of fighting. The loss of an ally seemed to push Rayquaza to the limit, and he unleashed a Hyper Beam, hoping to wipe out as many as he could. He only succeeded in wiping out the weaklings that had, as a group, taken out the Flygon. This proved a fatal mistake, as while he was recovering from the power of the blast they struck him down. He cryed out in pain, the cry slowly becoming less and less like a cry and more like an animalistic roar. Scratches and bite marks covered his long, serpentine body.

He was too late.
 
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(OOC: is this post okay or was I supposed to start out differently? and is it okay I took some... liberties with the town?)

Jirachi slowly made her way down the path to town. She reached up to wipe the sweat from her forehead with her right hand, but stopped and examined the injuries done to it. Somehow the Pokemon attacking her had broken through her Protect and sunk its teeth into her hand before Doom Desire could take it down. There was something incredibly wrong with that Pokemon, not just because it attacked her, but the sheer animalistic ferocity of its attack. Jirachi had never seen anything like it. Almost every single week she had been awake before had been in a time of peace...

Jirachi silently walked through the streets. The decorations that had been so proudly hung in jubilation the day prior were now damp and broken. Was this what it always looked like the day after she returned to her sleep? Jirachi kneeled down and picked a mask up off the street and turned it over to find that it was a likeness of her. A child must have left it there after the celebrations were over. She slipped it in her bag and pulled her black cloak over her head, hoping it would shade her face.

A small restaurant sat on the corner and appeared to be open. Jirachi entered and sat at the table nearest the heater. She wanted to take off her wet cloak, but she'd rather not explain why she wasn't asleep. Several Pokemon crowded around a table, apparently in deep discussion, but otherwise the building had no other customers. A young-looking Vilpix refilled the drinks at the other table and then approached Jirachi.

"What would you like?" she asked, looking Jirachi over with sincere curiosity.

"I'll just have a cup of tea," Jirachi said, hoping that she still had a couple Poke in her bag.

"I don't think I've see you 'round here before," the Vulpix said, pouring tan bitter-smelling liquid into the mug on the table.

"I just came for the festivities," Jirachi muttered, picking up the warm mug and holding it between her hands.

"Well those are done now," she laughed. "Unless you want to wait another 1000 years for it to happen again, I suggest you go back home."

"You're telling me," Jirachi sighed, before blinking in surprise and adding, "why would I want to leave? I mean... so soon?"

"Well," the Vulpix glanced around as if afraid someone was listening. "Something strange has been going on with some of the Pokemon here."

Something strange...

"What do you mean?" Jirachi asked.

"It seems like some of them have gone, well, wild."

"Wild?" Jirachi remembered the attack.

"Yeah," the Vulpix took the seat opposite of her. "They've been attacking people. Rescue teams went down into the dungeons to see what was going on, but many of them didn't come back. Some people think that you can become one of them just by getting scratched."

Jirachi's eyes widened and she looked down at her right hand. The bite throbbed painfully as if to say yes, you've been infected.

Without a word, put down her mug and stood up, some of the coffee sloshing out of the cup. She reached into her bag with her left hand and placed a handful of Poke on the table before turning and going out the door.

She walked down the street in a daze. Was it possible that the Pokemon wasn't wild? Could she be immune? What did it feel like to become wild?

Jirachi lifted up her hand and stared at it in the glowing moonlight. The mark hadn't gone away when she tried to heal it. Maybe it was true. Maybe she was turning wild.
 
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[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]Name: Mothrii (Mothra)[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]Species: Mothim[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]Age: 3[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]Gender: Male[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]Wild or not: Wild[/FONT]


[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]Personality: Very Shy, not really social and scared, he is brainy and wise but gets fooled quite easily. Dislikes Trainers.[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif][/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]Appearance:Bit Shiny, has a dark scar on his right wing.[/FONT]


[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]History: Born in Eterna Forest, grew up in Petalburg Woods but was kidnapped by some Poliwhirl to Lake verity in the sinnoh region. He did eventually escape but got hurt along the way (the scar). [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif][/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]Mothrii now is on a journey back to Peltaburg Woods, trying to look for his home and pick up some new friends along the way too but still is frightened that they will hurt him like the Poliwhirl did.[/FONT]​
 
Kagaa's Training

She steered away from villages and towns as much as possible. Ever since the incident that tore away her mate she had been living alone..... training alone.

Kagaa had become something of a wonderer. She serched many different places for the Tyranitar, before finally deciding to take some time off from her serch to train.

If she expected to take on the monster that took out her mate, and kits. She'd have to train and build up her skills. She had long since assumed their death. There were no bodies, but there also wasn't any sign of her mate and she had watched him die.

Currently she was attacking a straw dummy of her own design. It wasn't pretty..... That is her design, not her attacks.

The straw dummy was supposed to resemble Tyranitar, but looked more like a stuffed green Psyduck, with two fat logs for legs, and skinny long branches with the leaves still clinging to them for arms.

And if that wasn't enough, Kagaa had even added a face. Two Oran berries for eyes, and a long bent stick and a few jagged rocks for a mouth.

She ran up to the stuffed green monster, who in her immagination was Tyranitar about to unleash a violent attack and slid by on her side, before turning quickly and smacking it with her tail.

"Not enough huh? You want more?" she growled. "I'll show you what happens to those who threaten my peaceful family life."

She lept back and performed a few dodges, before collecting her energy and performing a large Thunderbolt.

The attack hit the dummy in the head, and spred downward throughout it's whole stuffed body sending straw flying everywhere. The head of the dummy flew up into the air and crashed to the ground.

An Oran berry rolled to Kagaa's foot, still smoking. She picked it up and took a big bite, savoring the taste of rosted Oran. "Not a bad workout for today." she grinned, then polished off the rest.
 
"Kill or be Killed" Weavile told himself. That was they way he was taught to live. That was the way he had lived his whole life. He didn't want to be this way, but that is just the way it is. When he last heard he was offered to go up to Sky Pillar, but he refused. He needed some time to think.

"Why do we behave like this?" Weavile said in a calm voice with no one around. He seemed to be in some sort of deserted cave. He clenched his fist and yelled as loud as he could "WHY?" He slashed the wall of the cave, leaving a huge mark on the side of the entrance.

Many people had been hurt or killled. Many people had lost their homes and their close families. And for what? Because we're wild? Who made us like this? Pokemon weren't ment to be born this way. It's not supposed to be like this. Maybe there are some people out there who can stop it....

He walked slowly out of the cave. The cave was located on a small hill in the middle of almost nowhere. The first thing he had to do was to make sure how the Sky Pillar attempt went. Maybe he wanted it to fail, maybe he didn't want to be wild. "Kill or be killed" He told himself again, as he walked off from the cave entrance.

OOC: I just realized we only have two wild....how is that going to work?
 
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Kyuubi watched from her perch on the back of a Skarmory she had bribed to fly up the sky pillar to the top. They landed with a thud, "you stay here, or I won't give you your poke, got it?" The Skarmory nodded, being one of the few non-wild pokemon left living in the wilderness that only occasionally went into town. Earlier, a huge hyper beam had ripped through the clouds as she was deciphering the weather that was forecoming. It had come from the Sky tower, and she had seen the army of wild pokemon all stomping up the building, one main motive shining in their eyes. Total Destruction.

The summit was a complete mess, dead or dying bodies lay everywhere, pokemon breathing shallowly but lashing weakly out at her as she passed. The huge Rayquaza lay at the end, having passed out after fighting, a couple of wild pokemon, two stunkys and a purugly were shuffling around. They turned around as she neared, eyes of thirst piercing hers. The purugly growled low and deep before unleashing an inhanced slash, she jumped up, landing back a few steps and pelted the purugly with a flamethrower. Utter pain erupted in her right flank as she realised one of the stunkys had poisoned her. "stupid wild pokemon, for idiots they sure have good teamwork" she winced and launched another flamethrower at the stunky, successfully forcing it off the ledge. The other stunky came at her, flanking her injured right as the purugly took her left. "grrrar!" the stunky's night slash took her by surprise as she was slammed into a very solid cloud, also causing her iron tail attack to stab the purugly's neck, killing it instantly. Kyuubi winced as the poison from earlier sapped her energy more, if she wanted to survive this small incident, she'd need to add quickly. Unleashing an overheat to distract the stunky, she ran over to the rayquaza, checking the pokemon all over. The bites and scratches may had infected it but she wouldn't be able to know as it was out cold.

Kyuubi used iron tail on the stunky once again and sent it over the edge and sighed, the mess of wild pokemon was continuing, but she had better get out of here before the Rayquaza woke up and turned out to be a wild pokemon after all. The skarmory was still waiting for her by the time she returned, nervous and shaking, "come on, I need you to take me to the pokemon square as soon as possible" she demanded. The skarmory eyed her up and down, "yo-ou aren't a-a wi-wi-wild poke-ke-mon ri-ight?" he stuttered. She stared at him blankly, "I will be if you don't get me down to pokemon square now!" She raised a well sharpened and lengthy claw, the skarmory gulped as she climbed onto it's back. They then took off, Kyuubi glanced back to see if the rayquaza had woken back saw nothing, she hoped sincerely that whenever it woke up, she hadn't left anything behind to show she had been there.

After near half an hours worth of flying, the skarmory landed at pokemon square and Kyuubi gave him the pokes she owed. "good day doing business with you" She bowed her head and left the skarmory to his mementos. She walked through the streets slowly, many pokemon turned to stare at her wound as she passed them, the long gash by her flank was pretty distinctive. She arrived at her destination, a healing house owned by a Blissey, whom was a close friend of her parents. "ENKAREY!!!" she shouted, the blissey came bundling out of the many items around the room, smiling as it realised who was at the door. "hello Kyuubi! how may I help you this time?" Enkarey asked sweetly. She showed Enkarey her wound, "do you know how to cure wild pokemon injuries?" Enkarey examined her flank, "I think I would know, it will make you immune to it but there is only 10% chance of it working" she explained. Kyuubi closed her eyes to ponder the chance, should she simply lose herself to the wilderness or should she take the chance? Making her final decision, Kyuubi spoke, "I think I'll take those odds, Enkarey"
 
Baby Boy Raccoon said:
[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]Name: Mothrii (Mothra)[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]Species: Mothim[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]Age: 3[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]Gender: Male[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]Wild or not: Wild[/FONT]


[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]Personality: Very Shy, not really social and scared, he is brainy and wise but gets fooled quite easily. Dislikes Trainers.[/FONT]

[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]Appearance:Bit Shiny, has a dark scar on his right wing.[/FONT]


[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]History: Born in Eterna Forest, grew up in Petalburg Woods but was kidnapped by some Poliwhirl to Lake verity in the sinnoh region. He did eventually escape but got hurt along the way (the scar). [/FONT]

[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]Mothrii now is on a journey back to Peltaburg Woods, trying to look for his home and pick up some new friends along the way too but still is frightened that they will hurt him like the Poliwhirl did.[/FONT]​
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I'm sorry, but you are denied. main thing is that, well, this Rp takes place in a completely different universe. To understand what I mean, you should probably look up the pokemon mystery dungeon games. For one thing in this universe is that humans never existed, except in folklore (in much the same respect as we, in our world, think of pokemon. A theory I once heard is that most fiction is from teeny little cracks in the universe, seeping in from parallel worlds, where such things exist) And, in my eyes, a paragraph is 4-5 lines of solid text.

Mira: No, just take out the coffee and that's fine. Because how exactly do you think they'd get a hold of coffee beans? for all we know, they might have never existed! And, look what progress we made during the 20th century. Quite an interesting post, as I might add.

To all: I'm gonna make an OOC thread, but make sure to wait for it to be approved before you search for it. I'll announce here when it's approved.
 
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(OOC: I wasn't sure what else to do... If you don't like it, Dragonqueen, I'll change it.)

Jirachi continued walking through the Pokemon square, not sure where she should go. What would the Pokemon do when they found out she had been attacked? Would they throw her out? Jirachi folded her arms over her chest and continued on when an idea popped into her head. Injuries could be healed, and she remembered that there was always a healing house nearby.

The flicker of hope that had flared up inside of her quickly died when she realized that she hadn't the slightest idea where it would be. She looked around and saw a Bulbasaur walking through the square. She ran over and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Do you by any chance know where a healing house is?" Jirachi asked, keeping her face carefully shadowed.

"Over there," he said, looking her over suspiciously as he pointed in the direction of a small neat-looking home.

"Thank you," Jirachi turned and ran off toward the house.

Jirachi lifted up her uninjured hand and knocked on the door. No answer. She raised up her hand to knock again when the door opened and standing in the doorway was an annoyed looking Blissey.

"Whatever it is it can wait," the Blissey said before Jirachi could even speak.

"But-" Jirachi was cut off by the door beginning to close.

"I'm very busy. Come back tomorrow and we'll talk," the Blissey said sharply, trying to shove the door closed.

"Wait!" Jirachi shouted. She pulled off her hood and lifted up her injured hand. "I was attacked by a wild Pokemon. My encasement was shattered and I cannot return to sleep."

"Good Gardevoir," the Blissey said incredulously. "Come in. I already have a patient who was injured by a wild Pokemon as well, but soon I'll see what I can do for you."
 
Weavile walked for hours. The mountain was large, and it stood above a small village. The village had not been attacked by wild Pokemon yet, but many of the residents had been injured by one. Weavile found a place to rest on a cliff overlooking the town. He saw many stores and houses with windows shut and doors looked. People were becoming aware of the wild Pokemon more and more every day.

He looked up and saw the very top of the Sky Pillar. Even from the position he was at, he could tell that the wild pokemon were successfull in causing damages to the Sky Pillar. As he started to walk down the mountain again, something caught his eye in the village.

"I was attacked by a wild Pokemon. My encasement was shattered and I cannot return to sleep." Someone had said.
It was a small house. A Jirachi was standing at the door talking to a Blissey. Weavile watched their conversation before speeding down the mountain towards the village. If the wild Pokemon were to succeed, they had to destroy all healing houses like that one.

I have to inform the others about this. And with that thought, Weavile continued running to inform the other wild pokemon.
 
(OOC: A Jirachi? Is Jirachi the only one or is there more than one? *confused* >.<)
 
Mira said:
OOC: Umm... I'm just going to say that she's the only one O.O
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OOC: No way! It was gamesharked, I tell ya! Gamesharked! Quick! get the gamer's police! (Just look up "gameshark" on wikipedia if you don't understand.;))
To avoid too much off topic discussion, free constructive criticism for all!(or... maybe just falseswipe...)
Falseswipe: Don't worry about destroying the healing house. I have a plan to make it a whole big accident that the healing house is destroyed, but not just by Rayquaza. He's gonna have a little help...
 
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