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~Reach into Time~ PG-14.

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OOC: I guess joining would be out of the question..?
 
"Smart as they come? Hah..." Jirae said, "I think I'll let Memory be the test of that...in the mean time, this is pretty fun, isn't it..." He watched people running in terror, and the pile of sleeping people on the ground. "Oh, you asked me a question, didn't you." He said, snapping back to focus. "Yeah...I was there. That **** Tentacruel...I had finally found my best friend from way back when I was in elementary school..." He sighed to himself, realizing he was about to start monolouging. "Yeah...so, by chance do any of you know where we are?"
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OOC: In case you forgot, Memory is the super-smart Gardevoir =P
 
Bridget didn't get much thinking done about her situation before all hell broke loose.

Someone screamed, a Night Shade erupted, with three boys and their pokemon terrorizing the city folk into heading for the hills. Crushed back by the sea of people, Bree found herself pinned against a wall, unable to see thanks to the darkness of the Night Shade, and hearing nothing except for screams and the stomping of many feet. People seemed to be ignoring her in their haste to get out of the boys' line of fire. A Gardevoir put several townsfolk to sleep with Hypnosis, and a few unlucky peasants were simply trampled by the crazed mob.

When finally the chaos cleared and the dust settled, all that were left in the street were herself and three boys, one with a Crobat, the other with a Gardevoir, and the last with a Flareon. Calling out Eithne for good measure, she walked towards them, carefully stepping over sleeping bodies.

"It looks like we've travelled in time, almost," she declared to Jirae's last comment. "Although, how we did it, I don't know. And yeah, I was on the ship, although I was in my cabin, so I don't remember any Tentacruel."
 
OOC: I recall. XD As for you, Shattered Moon, you're welcome to join, just make sure you can catch up. Post your sign-up sheet, and I'll er... evaluate'cha.

IC:Julian shut up at this remark. Gardevoir were some of the smartest Pokemon out there.. sure, he was a bright kid, but he'd have nothing on a Gardevoir.

He sweatdropped, and quickly stammered. "Erm, just kidding?" he blushed viciously at being beaten so badly. He regained his composure, and looked the boy in the face once more. "As for your question, I really have no idea where we are. I'm sorry about your friend, I lost my sister and my father to that ****ing tentac*nt too.." He swore bitterly, kicking at the dirt paved road with his foot, creating a swirling cloud of dust that erupted from his foot.

He turned to face all his companions. "But we should get out of here first thing, and find out where the hell we are, yeah? I don't think these people like us very much." He smirked at his own lame joke, and motioned for them to get moving.

"We can talk on the way, so we can learn a little bit more about each other."

As they walked, he heard a girl that he hadn't seen before speak.

"Well, now. Another friend come to join us?" He looked her up and down, along with her pokemon.

I don't think she wants to hurt us.. she's pretty cute, too.

He thought about this fact to himself for a moment, and remembered that she had spoken.

"Back in time? Nah.. that can't be. You don't just... travel through time... right?"

Although he neglected to admit it, he agreed with her completely. This seems way to weird to be the present day. The air was amazingly clean, all this talk of witches, and the like, and not to mention their complete lack of technological knowledge. The idea pestered him like an itch that refused to go away.

Maybe they're just really, um, primitive. Yeah, that's it.

He shook the idea of time travel out of his head, and motioned for the new girl to join them, extending his hand in friendship with a charming smile.

"The name's Julian.. and you are..?"
 
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Lara sweatdropped "Um, okay I was in absolutely no part of this. But what is going on? Why is everyone so...16th century?!"
Nightmare shifted in his pokeball, and let himself out, seeing the sleeping people <'Heh heh...'> He held his stubby hands out greedily at the people as she waddled toward them.
Shade, seeing this decided he had the right to come out as well and walked over to the nearest person and gave them a tight hug.
"Shade!" Lara scolded.
<'What?'> He asked walking over to another person to give them a hug, much like a child walking toward it's mother when it first learns to walk, with arms outstretched.
She didn't quite care about Nightmare, as he finished off the dreams with one swallow, it was more of Shade's needles that she was concerned about.
"Return Shade!" Lara called angrily, returning the Cacturne just as he was about to give another innocent bystander a hug.
"What I want to know..." Lara said clipping Shade's pokeball back onto her waist "Is why these people think we're witches and assassins. I've never killed anyone! I may have hurt them permenantly, but not killed!"
She spoke as if everyone purposely hurt someone permenantly, as this was quite normal for her. The girl got what was coming for her anyway.
Lara blinked her blue eyes. The sun was so bright here! Almost brighter than Cinnabar.
"Woa- hey!" Lara squealed as a man in a hurry pushed her aside.
"That hurt!" She pouted sticking her tounge out at the man, having fell smack dab on her bottom, due to her small and spindly build.
Nightmare, having finished a well balanced meal, waddled up to Lara, liking his stubby hands as he sat beside her.
"I'm not sitting down for comfort." Lara said frustradely as Nightmare promptly ignored her.
 
OOC: I'm guessing that means you understood the horrible pun, too =P
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"Wait a second..." Jirae thought aloud. "Well, wait! If we survived whatever happened, surely our friends and family did too, right?" He said, hopefully. "As for where we are..hmm...Memory!" He called forth the Gardevoir from its Pokeball.
"Gar?" The Pokemon questioned.
"Memory, you read history books all the time...would you say we're in the past? Where are we?!" Jirae asked in a rather intimidating tone. The Gardevoir closed its eyes and began concentrating.
"Garr....Gar, gar, gardevoir gargar devoir gargar!" It exclaimed. It was obvious it knew, but unfortunately Jirae didn't understand a word it said.
"Agh..." Jirae said. "What was the point asking you, I can't understand Pokemon..."
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OOC: Yoshiruru, I believe that's your cue =P. Memory has a rough idea of the time period and place, but Jirae can't understand her. You can understand Pokemon by their feelings or whatever, right?
 
OOC: To an extent. As someone previously said (I'm too lazy to look it up) Pokemon speak in a type of morse code. Everyone speaks it differently, but I can understand my pokemon almost perfectly because it's a roleplay, and apparantly, I can do that. XD I should be able to roughly translate her speech, but for the sake of anti-perfectionism, It'll be a bit jumbled.

IC: Julian froze, his greeting arm extended, as he turned to the Gardevoir in pure, uncensored shock. He couldn't understand it flawlessly, as he'd never met her before, but the general message was clear. The boy stepped back, and turned to Jirae, speaking very slowly.

"She said that we're definetely in the past. She said that sometime during the 5th century, there was a newborn star that was born, and became known as the Polari Sanctum. She doesn't see it."
It was obvious that Jules was having trouble translating the pokemon's speech.
"Something else.. about the 4th.. region? What?" He seemed to not believe what the pokemon was saying.
"I..I'm sure she's saying more, but I can't.. I can't seem to grasp it. Something about so many signs.. and how we're stupid for not being able to tell, I'm paraphrasing here, but that's the general idea."

((OOC: If I may control your pokemon for a brief second, I'd be much obliged. If you wish it to be taken out, inform me. I'm just asking to make sure, it grinds some people's gears like crazy. And yes, I'm pulling these facts out of my *** as I go.))

IC: The Gardevoir Jirae had previously called Memory seemed to be pleased at the boy's translation. While far from perfect, he paraphrased rather well for a human. She nodded her approval, and began pointing up at the twilight sky. As she had said, there was no Polari Sanctum shining bright in the sky..
((</self-centerism>))
 
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OOC: Sure, no problem.
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"So...we're in the 16th century or earlier?" Jirae responded. "Hmm, now that you think about it, I can definitely think of some 'signs' we haven't been paying full attention to..." He glanced back at the people in their weird clothes, lying on the ground. One of them had begun to get up, rubbing his eyes tiredly.
"I'm alive?" The young man said, opening his eyes. "The witches!" He exclaimed, scrambling backward and waking up some other people in the process.
"Lucky you, I'm rather upset at the moment." Jirae said to the awakening people. "Memory, Psychic." The Gardevoir thrusted it's hand outward, focusing its mind. A blast of psychic energy shot forth, which seemed to damage the people both mentally and physically. After just getting up, the people fell back to the ground, their limbs weak.
"Two plus two equals fish..." One man said in a confused daze.
"Memory, thanks for letting us know when we are...but have you any idea where we are?" Jirae asked his faithful Gardevoir. "Oh, and try and tell us so our friend here can understand."
"Gar." The Gardevoir shook its head.
"No? You don't know?" The Gardevoir shook its head again.

((OOC: And now I'm just gonna make your character say something, if that's alright...))

"No, she means that she doesn't want to tell me." Julian said. Memory shook her head to confirm this.
"Why not?" Jirae wondered.
"Gargar." Memory said.
"She wants to tell you." Julian translated. Once again, the Gardevoir shook her head in confirmation.
"M-me?" Jirae said, rather taken aback. "But I can't..."
"Gardevoir!" Memory exclaimed. It was obvious she was determined to get Jirae to listen to her.
"Agh...alright, I'll give it a shot..." Jirae said reluctantly.
"Gar, gardevoir, gargar?" It asked.
"Yes, I can hear you now..." Jirae replied, taking a while to realize what just happened. "Wait, woah! I can hear you now!"
"Yes, you can." Memory smiled. "All you needed to do was be willing to focus. Of course, my slight knowledge of human may have contributed a little, but it was mainly you."
"Alright." Jirae said, focused. "Where are we?"
"I haven't the slightest clue." Memory answered, sweatdropping.
"Y-you're kidding me, right?" Jirae asked.
"Nope. I'd need to survey the entire landscape from a much higher angle to be able to tell anything." Memory replied. "I have a decent knowledge of our time's geography, but things can change over spans of 400 years..."
"Wow..." Jirae said, looking to the sky. "I suppose the best option might be to try and find some other survivors, then? Any ideas...wait, I didn't get any of your names...I'm Jirae."
 
"Greeeat, now we know we're back in time, still don't know where we are, and why these people think we're nutjobs when they're the ones who need to put the peices of their brain back together." Lara said standing up and brushing off her black pleated skirt "We've had fun discovering wecan understand our pokemon, but why are we here? Why US?!"
Lara was extremely angry. She liked order. With order came routine. With routine came knowing what was coming. With knowing what was coming came a sort of safety. But being thrown on a random island with total nutcases, totally blew that idea into the sky.
"I say we get away from these weirdo's before they try to stew us and eat us." Lara said shrugging as Nightmare went for the freshly new dreams.
<'I don't like these people. They creep me out the the total max.'> Sienna said from her pokeball.
<'Well put.'> Jet said snorting at the improper placement of her words.
"I say we find out what's going on. Or does you're Gardevoir know? I can't understand other peoples pokemon, just my own." Lara said to the boy in which the Gardevoir obviously belonged to.

OOC: I've been ignored! 8P
 
OOC:
I say we find out what's going on. Or does you're Gardevoir know?
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Oh snap, did I just get owned? =P
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Jirae sighed. "Don't you get it?" he rhetorically asked Lara. "Think about what he translated from my Gardevoir. Signs." He pointed to the buildings and the people. "Here, we are the freaks. Think about it. We're in the past. They haven't tamed Pokemon or invented Pokeballs yet. Why do you think they're calling them monsters? They probably haven't even coined the term Pokemon yet!" Memory nodded, agreeing with Jirae's suggestion.
"I agree with the incomprehensive one." Memory told Jirae. "We should be getting out of here. Say, could you let out Storm?"
"Sure thing." Jirae replied, releasing Storm from its Pokeball. Memory walked over to Storm and boarded. Jirae took her lead. "We'll be right back." He told the rest of the people, boarding Storm. Storm beated its mighty wings and flew up quite high. It circled the city grounds, giving Memory a good look at the landscape. It then flew back down to the group.
"I don't recognize this as Kanto, Johto, or Hoenn." Memory said. "Judging from the short distance to the coastline, I'd say it's not big enough to be any of them. Quite frankly, I don't think its even big enough to be Orre."
"So it's an island." Jirae deducted. "Couldn't it be Mossdeep or Sootopolis? Pacifidlog?"
"Nope. There's no bigger landform anywhere near here. We're in the middle of the ocean." Memory said. "Actually, that makes sense. The ship was about halfway between Kanto and Hoenn when it was hit. We might be in the same place, just a long time ago."
"Alright." Jirae said. "Memory says that she's pretty sure we're in the middle of the ocean, right where the boat was when it sank, on an island that existed here during this time period. So now we know where and when we are...but why?"
 
Julian was so confused, that he went temporarily insane, and began to speak as fast as he could.

"Well, it could have been many many things, one such possibilty is that the tentacruel rammed the ship with such force that the impact caused a rip in the space time continuum, taking those who were not on the ship at the time into the past, or possibly there could have been a rip already previously there, and the tentacruels sensitive tentacles felt the vibrations and took it as an enemy, or perhaps..."

At this point, Flash took the liberty of "mistakenly" hypnotising Julian, and he fell to the ground, snoring loudly.

"Obviously, the shock of the whole situation had caved in on his mind, and he went temporarily insane, although from what I know about human science fiction, those answers may be plausible."
The Crobat explained in a monotone to the Gardevoir, who relayed the message to Jirae. "His name is Julian, as well. Thought you might like to know." the bat-like pokemon noted.

"If you may translate for us, Lady Memory, I'd like to introduce my friends."

At this point, Flash reached with one of it's bottom "feet" and released his comrades, who immediately referred to an attack position. The crobat explained the situation, and the team of friends relaxed. Each team member took time to introduce oneself, which the Gardevoir reverted to her master, who explained to the rest of the group, as Julian continued to snore on the ground.

Each member of the team introduced itself by way of Jirae, and when it was finally Lash's turn to introduce himself, he wasted no time in attempting to serenade the beautiful Gardevoir before him, before any of his team-mates could stop him.

"Your fiery eyes.. like a million burning suns in the summer of Cinnabar... Your magical emerald locks, dazzling in the moonlight like fiesty fairies..."

He could continue no further before he was subdued and returned to his Pokeball by his team-mates.

Like, total EDIT!
(OOC: Naoko - Lash is the Sneasel. Slash is the Sandslash. Kinda hard to remember, but I couldn't think of any other words that ended in "Ash" XD)
 
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"I don't care if we're the freaks here," Lara said to the boy "What matters to me, is that they're freaks to me, and getting off this island is another top priority."
Nightmare laughed with Shade, who was still confined within his pokeball at the Sandslash's attempt to court the Gardevoir.
<'Woah there she's a little to high on the IQ status for you mate!'> Nightmare laughed, tears of mirth falling from his eyes.
"Sorry about my pokemon they're rather annoying." Lara said returning the laughing Gengar.
<'I object to that rational generalization!'> Jet said in his refined tones.
"Oh alright, the two of them are rather annoying." Lara rephrased "But I have to say that I think that why are we the only ones on the actual island? What about all the other people on the boat? Were they transferred to a different time zone?"
 
Bridget watched as the situation unfolded, wisely keeping quiet; sure, she'd found fellow 21st-century inhabitants, but could she trust them? Hardly. She hadn't missed the boy's expression when he'd given her a once-over; she wasn't Psychic like the Gardevoir, but she could tell a hormone-driven male when she saw one, female intuition willing. Besides, he was, what? Fourteen, tops? She was disinclined to share personal information, for now.

The various hypotheses being thrown into the air were interesting, but seemed hardly plausible. Rift in the time-space continuum? Right. Eithne, sitting on her trainer's shoulder, dutifully translated the pokemon's speech; as they all came from different regions, the sequences they used to communicate were slightly different, choppier in places and smooth in others, like Deirdre's own 'southern drawl', or the pokemon equivalent.

"I agree with the girl," she spoke after Lara, "getting out of here should be top on our list. It would be only logical to assume we're here for a reason, if this is the work of a higher power, like, say, Celebi. But as for what that reason is, I'm at a loss."

"Maybe you're all on a mission!" Eithne declared, wagging her tails excitedly. "Ooooh, this should be fun then!"

"Sure, Eithne, if getting tried and executed as a witch is your idea of fun..." Bridget muttered, shaking her head. "The other people on the boat..." she swallowed, "I figure it's safe to assume they're dead...but then again, I don't know how this whole time-traveling business works. They could be in limbo while we're here or something."
 
"I dunno? Maybe they were all scattered across this strange land?" said Kiro outloud, unknowingly. He then walked over to the girl to flirt with her. Even though he had no chance, he tried hard anyway.

"Well, HELLO there! How are you doing? How about when we get rescued we have dinner sometime?" he asked her, a romantic lok on his face.

His Flareon Ember merely sighed in exasperation and laughed inside his head.

{Well, he is such a fool! If she becomes his girlfriend, then he won't have time for me!} thought the riled up Flareon, with a jealous look on her face.....
 
OOC: Another headache...I've got to come on more often

IC:

I looked around at the ground, where the guard now lay. Their armour hd been no match for Golem's rough and tough fists, and feet, and they were all knocked unconcsious. One was ppooling blood a bit, but then who asked him to get into the way when Golem was breaking down the wall. I had to look away when Golem's fist had connected with his face, sending him soaring.

"Come on, Golem. I think that it's best that you stay out of your pok?-ball. People here seem to fear Pok?mon, and with you here, they can't possibly think of attacking us."

Golem grunted, and we walked through the rubble that had once been the wall, and were met with an unplesant sight. Standing in a complete semi-circle aroumd Golem and me, were the inhabitants of this small town. They were all dressed in old fashioned clothes, and seemed to eye Golem warily. Held in most of their hands were pitchforks, sharp enough to poke a hole through the thickest piles of straw, but was it sharp enough to pierce Golem?

"You! Our town hath not allowed any of thy kin to break in. We shall not allow thee and thy companions to scare us," screamed an old lady, with a red dress, and a white headdress.

My companions? Maybe there are more like me from the S.S.Elixer! I thought, my heart leaping. I would finally be with people I could communicate with.

I decided to play along with me role of a witch.

"Do thee really think that thee an stop me with my servants? Get them oh Master of Earth!" I yelled.

Golem gave me one of those looks that plainly said "I'll get you back for this!", and he ran full speed at one of the people.

The person placed his pitchfork out to stop Golem, but Golem rammed through, and the person just managed to jump out of the way. Having done so, Golem had created an escape route for me. I ran as fast as I could, though the ga between the people, and after Golem, who was now barrelling down the street, creating a perfect pathway for me. People threw buckets, and other such things at me from windows, but I kept running. How I wish I had a flying Pok?mon.

I turned a corner, and almost ran straight into an odd purple flying creature. As I stepped back, I realised that me Golem had also stopped, and we were both staring up at a Crobat.

I looked down, and saw Pok?mon Trainers. They had pok?-belts! Finally!
 
im in
Ni'oske'
11
male
elf
natureilist
Purple Eyes,light green hair,a secret about my character will be realveled later on
Ni'oske' travels alone most of the time but wen his wif others his very silent and look kinda dead the same wen alone
Ni'oske" family has no mother as his mother died wen he was a baby he has a sister who is a white mage
his dad is a well known elf being a legendary swordsman wif the elven blade of Sargaras
he wears a robes made of pure sun energy and crystalised power
 
omg i forget 2 show my rpg lol


Ni"oske' Walked th the palace window shocked at wwhat he had just heard that his father had died in combat against an orcish horde hi vowed 2 get his revenge 4 his father his sister walked up 2 him "r u alright?" she asked
he look at his sister and started crying thats all i have time 4 my dads tight real tight
 
OOC: Juan Jr, I would recommend not Double Posting. It can be taken as a serious offence. they didn't invent the "Edit" button for nothing, you know...

DS
 
Sorry, Juan Jr. You're not even Rping in the same style. You didn't follow the sign-up sheet, your rp sample leaves a lot to be desired, your grammar and spelling is almost non-existant, and this is a Pokemon RP, not a Fantasy. Did you even read the storyline?

Not Accepted.
 
YoshiRiRu said:
Sorry, Juan Jr. You're not even Rping in the same style. You didn't follow the sign-up sheet, your rp sample leaves a lot to be desired, your grammar and spelling is almost non-existant, and this is a Pokemon RP, not a Fantasy. Did you even read the storyline?

Not Accepted.
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OOC: I think the funniest part is that that was a signup for My RP...XD Look at it. Elf Naturalist? What other RP would it be for? Oh, and as a side note, my RP is starting, since I know some of you (yoshiruru and jack) are also in my RP...
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"Quit complaining." Jirae said to the girl who kept whining about getting out of here. "This isn't going to be a problem. It's going to be fun as hell." He surveyed the wreckage the Pokemon had already caused. "If we play this witch card right, we could end up dominating this time period. And better yet...changing history." A somewhat evil looking glare was in his eye as he thought about this concept. Suddenly, yet another person ran in, a Golem at their side.
"They just keep popping up, don't they?" Memory said in a low voice, directed at Jirae.
"Indeed. It's getting rather annoying." Jirae replied in an equally low voice. Confident that everyone here was only concentrated on getting home, he boarded Storm and returned Memory to her Pokeball.
"I'm going to scout out around the area. Come find me if you figure out anything new." He said. With that, Storm took off, flying over the city walls.
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OOC: Jirae begins to show his dark side...dun, dun, DUN! Also, heads up, Jirae may be using the word 'hell' quite a bit. What're ratings for, eh?
 
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