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OOC: Jack: Yeah, BT is right. It's kind of insubstantial.
For one thing, You couldn't surf that. If it's a week long trip by high speed boat, it'd be about a month of surfing to get to Hoenn, and most pokemon don't have that kind of stamina, to be frank.
Also, there was a little bit of too short of a pause between getting on the boat and the thing sinking. It was about half way through the trip. If I were to never have seen you RP before, I would think that you don't take the time to describe your situations. However, I'll give you the benefit of the doubt, and let you aboard. Just make sure to give plenty of description - especially in the beginning, because we're on a solo adventure for now, until we meet up in some big city place.. We'll fill that in as we go.
Accepted!
Let's get this thing started, yeah?
IC: Julian slowly awoke, and yawned widely, stretching his arms and arching his back. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, and looked around. His pokemon... they were gone! He stood up wildly, looking around frantically for any signs of his partners. After a second, he heard someone coming. This was it... these freaks on the island were coming now, and they were going to kill him. He blessed himself, and readied himself for a fight.
"One, two, one two!" A familiar voice barked. He relaxed, and burst out laughing. Out of the brush marched his pokemon, holding various berries and other types of food. Ash was in the lead, drilling them as usual, followed by Splash; The mute pokemon following suit with an intoxicated grin on his face. Behind him were Clash and Flash, patiently bringing food for their friends, with Slash and Lash tailing along at the back, grumbling to each other about the military loser commanding them.
Ash barked a command, and all of his partners dropped their food, and began to eat, making sure to save some for their human friend. He smiled at his loyal companions. No-one could ask for more.
Ash presented himself in a military salute (or as best as a Growlithe could do) and gave a report. "Well, general, we didn't find any hostile humans, but we did encounter several villages along the path, including one large one looking more like a city. My reccomendatiion is that after we eat, we move out at once." The fire pokemon barked, and dismissed itself. Julian could barely stifle a giggle listening to the pokemon's report. Ash had been born and raised in the army, but was honorably discharged for having a weak frame. He referred to Jules as the general, and accepted no disrespect to his CO from the other members of the troupe.
At this point, Slash stood up and flashed a mock salute.
"I agree with Lieutenant Lame." He joked. Ash shot him a venomous glare, which the sand mouse brushed off.
"If anyone who survived the boat crash has any brains, they'd probably head there first. Maybe we'll meet up with someone who actually knows what the hell is going on, here." He sat down, and all the others muttered in agreement.
"You're right, bro. So, as soon as we're done eating, we'll head for this city, yeah?" All his team yelled in agreement, except for Splash, who raised his fists in the air, quacked, and ran around in circles, finally falling down, dizzy.
After they had finished eating, they set off. After a short time, Clash approached him, pessimistic as usual.
"Hey, Julian..."
She queried, looking at the ground as they walked.
"Can I go back in the Pokeball please? Lash is making fun of me again. "
Julian looked up to see the sneasel and the sandslash roaring with laughter, the former making an odd face, and whining in mock sadness,
"My brain or my fists, my brain or my fists?!" To which they would both hold their sides laughing.
Clash got sad, and whispered something to herself, and looked up at Julian, tears forming in her tender eyes. The boy nodded in empathy, and returned the pathetic pokemon to her pokeball. He then walked sternly to the two boys hooting with immature laughter.
"Listen, you guys. You need to ease off of Clash, alright? She's doing the best she can, and you two laughing at her doesn't help at all. "
Lash looked up with an air of fake concern.
"Oh, the poor gal, she just can't decide! 'My brain or my fists!? My brain or my fisssssts?!'" At which Slash burst into uncontrollable laughter once more. Julian looked at them sternly.
"I can lock you two clowns up if you want. It's a long time to wait in that little cramped up ball."
At this, the two jokesters shut up.
Without warning, several men and women armed with primative swords stepped into the clearing. One of the men stepped forward, and barked.
"Attention, criminals! You have been charged of sleeping on the sacred king's clearing, and stealing his food. Relinquish your monsters, and come with us.
Slash stepped back, whispering into Julian's ear.
"We can take these chumps, just give the word, and they're breakfast for my babies." He said, hungrily sharpening his claws. Julian shook his head in disagreement.
"We can, but we won't. We don't want any trouble. Nobody try anything funny. Let's just focus on staying alive." He whispered gravely to his team. He stepped forward, his arms in the air. His team quickly followed suit.
"Come with us, rapscallions!" cried one of the women in the back, who was quickly reprimanded by her husband.
They walked out of the forest, and into the large city. He paid no attention to his surroundings, trying to concentrate on how to get out of the situation. He was eventually separated from his monsters, and thrown into a dingy cell. Shackles lined the wall, and it was extremely moist, making it feel like a wet blanket. He sat down, wondering what he could do without his pokemon. Then, he recalled..
He quickly moved to the back of the imprisonment, trying his hardest not to be noticed. He released Clash (who was still in the pokeball when they were captured) who immediately began bawling at the top of her lungs, reminiscing of her previous torment. Louder, and louder she screamed, until a large man, who was obviously dim-witted, lumbered into the room.
"Uh.. what's-a goin' on?" He mumbled. After repeated attempts to silence his sobbing companion, Julian gave up, and cracked the guard right between the eyes.
SOCKO!!
He hit the floor, and the ground shook a little bit. He took the keys from the man's waist, and rushed out of the cell, dragging his still weeping Medicham with him. He rushed down the prison hallway, unlocking all his friends, and ran towards the wall.
"Uh-oh.." He said.
"Dead end." He turned to see several more guards running after him.
"I'll take this one," Clash said quietly, stepping forward. Using her psychic abilities, she weakened the wall's structure, she blew it down with a crushing Mega Kick, and they all ran out into the bright sunlight, all his Pokemon cheering loudly for the girl, especially Lash and Slash, who were yelling the loudest. He returned his pokemon to their Pokeballs, and slowly blended into the crowd of the bustling city.
OOC: (Whoo.. That's my solo adventure. So we all meet up in this city eventually, and discover that we're in the past. I won't post any more until we all find ourselves in the city one way or another.)
For one thing, You couldn't surf that. If it's a week long trip by high speed boat, it'd be about a month of surfing to get to Hoenn, and most pokemon don't have that kind of stamina, to be frank.
Also, there was a little bit of too short of a pause between getting on the boat and the thing sinking. It was about half way through the trip. If I were to never have seen you RP before, I would think that you don't take the time to describe your situations. However, I'll give you the benefit of the doubt, and let you aboard. Just make sure to give plenty of description - especially in the beginning, because we're on a solo adventure for now, until we meet up in some big city place.. We'll fill that in as we go.
Accepted!
Let's get this thing started, yeah?
IC: Julian slowly awoke, and yawned widely, stretching his arms and arching his back. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, and looked around. His pokemon... they were gone! He stood up wildly, looking around frantically for any signs of his partners. After a second, he heard someone coming. This was it... these freaks on the island were coming now, and they were going to kill him. He blessed himself, and readied himself for a fight.
"One, two, one two!" A familiar voice barked. He relaxed, and burst out laughing. Out of the brush marched his pokemon, holding various berries and other types of food. Ash was in the lead, drilling them as usual, followed by Splash; The mute pokemon following suit with an intoxicated grin on his face. Behind him were Clash and Flash, patiently bringing food for their friends, with Slash and Lash tailing along at the back, grumbling to each other about the military loser commanding them.
Ash barked a command, and all of his partners dropped their food, and began to eat, making sure to save some for their human friend. He smiled at his loyal companions. No-one could ask for more.
Ash presented himself in a military salute (or as best as a Growlithe could do) and gave a report. "Well, general, we didn't find any hostile humans, but we did encounter several villages along the path, including one large one looking more like a city. My reccomendatiion is that after we eat, we move out at once." The fire pokemon barked, and dismissed itself. Julian could barely stifle a giggle listening to the pokemon's report. Ash had been born and raised in the army, but was honorably discharged for having a weak frame. He referred to Jules as the general, and accepted no disrespect to his CO from the other members of the troupe.
At this point, Slash stood up and flashed a mock salute.
"I agree with Lieutenant Lame." He joked. Ash shot him a venomous glare, which the sand mouse brushed off.
"If anyone who survived the boat crash has any brains, they'd probably head there first. Maybe we'll meet up with someone who actually knows what the hell is going on, here." He sat down, and all the others muttered in agreement.
"You're right, bro. So, as soon as we're done eating, we'll head for this city, yeah?" All his team yelled in agreement, except for Splash, who raised his fists in the air, quacked, and ran around in circles, finally falling down, dizzy.
After they had finished eating, they set off. After a short time, Clash approached him, pessimistic as usual.
"Hey, Julian..."
She queried, looking at the ground as they walked.
"Can I go back in the Pokeball please? Lash is making fun of me again. "
Julian looked up to see the sneasel and the sandslash roaring with laughter, the former making an odd face, and whining in mock sadness,
"My brain or my fists, my brain or my fists?!" To which they would both hold their sides laughing.
Clash got sad, and whispered something to herself, and looked up at Julian, tears forming in her tender eyes. The boy nodded in empathy, and returned the pathetic pokemon to her pokeball. He then walked sternly to the two boys hooting with immature laughter.
"Listen, you guys. You need to ease off of Clash, alright? She's doing the best she can, and you two laughing at her doesn't help at all. "
Lash looked up with an air of fake concern.
"Oh, the poor gal, she just can't decide! 'My brain or my fists!? My brain or my fisssssts?!'" At which Slash burst into uncontrollable laughter once more. Julian looked at them sternly.
"I can lock you two clowns up if you want. It's a long time to wait in that little cramped up ball."
At this, the two jokesters shut up.
Without warning, several men and women armed with primative swords stepped into the clearing. One of the men stepped forward, and barked.
"Attention, criminals! You have been charged of sleeping on the sacred king's clearing, and stealing his food. Relinquish your monsters, and come with us.
Slash stepped back, whispering into Julian's ear.
"We can take these chumps, just give the word, and they're breakfast for my babies." He said, hungrily sharpening his claws. Julian shook his head in disagreement.
"We can, but we won't. We don't want any trouble. Nobody try anything funny. Let's just focus on staying alive." He whispered gravely to his team. He stepped forward, his arms in the air. His team quickly followed suit.
"Come with us, rapscallions!" cried one of the women in the back, who was quickly reprimanded by her husband.
They walked out of the forest, and into the large city. He paid no attention to his surroundings, trying to concentrate on how to get out of the situation. He was eventually separated from his monsters, and thrown into a dingy cell. Shackles lined the wall, and it was extremely moist, making it feel like a wet blanket. He sat down, wondering what he could do without his pokemon. Then, he recalled..
He quickly moved to the back of the imprisonment, trying his hardest not to be noticed. He released Clash (who was still in the pokeball when they were captured) who immediately began bawling at the top of her lungs, reminiscing of her previous torment. Louder, and louder she screamed, until a large man, who was obviously dim-witted, lumbered into the room.
"Uh.. what's-a goin' on?" He mumbled. After repeated attempts to silence his sobbing companion, Julian gave up, and cracked the guard right between the eyes.
SOCKO!!
He hit the floor, and the ground shook a little bit. He took the keys from the man's waist, and rushed out of the cell, dragging his still weeping Medicham with him. He rushed down the prison hallway, unlocking all his friends, and ran towards the wall.
"Uh-oh.." He said.
"Dead end." He turned to see several more guards running after him.
"I'll take this one," Clash said quietly, stepping forward. Using her psychic abilities, she weakened the wall's structure, she blew it down with a crushing Mega Kick, and they all ran out into the bright sunlight, all his Pokemon cheering loudly for the girl, especially Lash and Slash, who were yelling the loudest. He returned his pokemon to their Pokeballs, and slowly blended into the crowd of the bustling city.
OOC: (Whoo.. That's my solo adventure. So we all meet up in this city eventually, and discover that we're in the past. I won't post any more until we all find ourselves in the city one way or another.)
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"Crazy people." Jirae muttered to himself, walking down the cobblestone path. "Don't know what a boat is...what rock have they been hiding under?" He knew he was going to get no response, so he just kept walking. A little ways down the pathway, he heard some rustling in the bushes.
"What was that?" He asked himself another question. Suddenly, an Umbreon lunged out at him from the bushes. Caught by surprise, Jirae was hit by the Pokemon's mighty tackle, and fell to the ground as the Umbreon pounced off of him nimbly.
"Argh!" Jirae shouted in pain. "What in the hell? A Pokemon attacking me? Umbreons can be mean, but this is unusual." The Umbreon looked like it was getting ready to pounce again, a primitive look in its eyes. "Go, Blaze!" The Blaziken came out of its Pokeball, exhausted. "Agh! I forgot you were still hurt from our battle with Ben! Return!" Jirae said, promptly returning the Pokemon to its Pokeball.
"UmbeRRRRR!" The Umbreon roared as it lunged at Jirae again. This time Jirae was ready, and swiftly dodged the move. "Go, Razor!" He exclaimed.
"Soooolll!" The Absol let out a battle cry, emerging from its Pokeball. The two four-legged dark types stared eachother down, each seeming equally ready to pounce.
"Razor, Slash!" Jirae commanded. Razor jumped in the air, using the sun above to his advantage. The Umbreon, blinded by the sun, couldn't see well enough to move out of the way. Razor came crashing down on the wild Pokemon, it's head-blade slashing at the enemy. The Umbreon was hurt, a gash at the top of its front right leg.
"Now, to capture it!" Jirae said, reaching to his belt. "Argh! I don't have any spare Pokeballs on me! Guess I'll just have to finish this. Razor!" The faithful Absol promptly rammed the Umbreon at a quick speed, knocking the Pokemon to the ground, unconscious.
"Good job, Razor. Return!" He returned the Pokemon back to its Pokeball. "I better go buy some Pokeballs, so that another incident like that doesn't happen again..."
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OOC: Yeah...head-blade was for lack of a better word...and unconscious is a synonym for knocked out =P.
And I'm aware there's no Pokemarts/Pokeballs, but Jirae doesn't know that.
Also, Yoshiruru...your Pokemon can talk? Huh?
"What was that?" He asked himself another question. Suddenly, an Umbreon lunged out at him from the bushes. Caught by surprise, Jirae was hit by the Pokemon's mighty tackle, and fell to the ground as the Umbreon pounced off of him nimbly.
"Argh!" Jirae shouted in pain. "What in the hell? A Pokemon attacking me? Umbreons can be mean, but this is unusual." The Umbreon looked like it was getting ready to pounce again, a primitive look in its eyes. "Go, Blaze!" The Blaziken came out of its Pokeball, exhausted. "Agh! I forgot you were still hurt from our battle with Ben! Return!" Jirae said, promptly returning the Pokemon to its Pokeball.
"UmbeRRRRR!" The Umbreon roared as it lunged at Jirae again. This time Jirae was ready, and swiftly dodged the move. "Go, Razor!" He exclaimed.
"Soooolll!" The Absol let out a battle cry, emerging from its Pokeball. The two four-legged dark types stared eachother down, each seeming equally ready to pounce.
"Razor, Slash!" Jirae commanded. Razor jumped in the air, using the sun above to his advantage. The Umbreon, blinded by the sun, couldn't see well enough to move out of the way. Razor came crashing down on the wild Pokemon, it's head-blade slashing at the enemy. The Umbreon was hurt, a gash at the top of its front right leg.
"Now, to capture it!" Jirae said, reaching to his belt. "Argh! I don't have any spare Pokeballs on me! Guess I'll just have to finish this. Razor!" The faithful Absol promptly rammed the Umbreon at a quick speed, knocking the Pokemon to the ground, unconscious.
"Good job, Razor. Return!" He returned the Pokemon back to its Pokeball. "I better go buy some Pokeballs, so that another incident like that doesn't happen again..."
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OOC: Yeah...head-blade was for lack of a better word...and unconscious is a synonym for knocked out =P.
And I'm aware there's no Pokemarts/Pokeballs, but Jirae doesn't know that.
Also, Yoshiruru...your Pokemon can talk? Huh?
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OOC: Well, not really. But like most trainers apparantly can, I can understand what they're saying. I personally think it adds more flavor to the Rp to have the pokemon's opinion on the situation, but you can imagine them saying "Slash Slash!" "Sneeeeeezul!" "Medicham.." "..." or whatever you'd like. Look at any other RP (mostly) around here, and some way or another, they have pokemon talking. For example, observe Naoko-chan's Sample RP. She has her pokemon speaking in brackets. I just prefer to type them in quotes, because I write fast, and in bulk, so I prefer to use quotes. Everyone has their own style, and this is the way I do it, yeah?
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"Oooww, I think I broke something." Lara muttered, in a foul mood "Stupid boat I want my money back- hey..."
Lara snapped her vivid blue eyes open as she looked around wildly "Where're those trouble makers?"
She could see that people had come to collect her, who she had no idea, and why they were so peculiarly dressed she didn't know either, but they were making strange noises as Shade attempted to hug them with a creepy, yet cheerful air.
She could see Nightmare peering into a hidey hole, apparently some animal's household, and Lara could barely pity the victim as Nightmare sucked up a dream and ate it contently.
Dash snorted at Shade, who was chasing the people around, as the others pulled some of his needles out of another. Sienna was absolutely dignified, drying herself off and licking her paws, with Jet sitting in the shallow waters and grumpily watching Shade.
"Call off your monsters!" Two of the people being chased called as they ran past Lara.
"Shade stop it!" Lara yelled, picking up a seashell and tossing it at his head.
<'OW!'> Shade yelled, cradling his head <'What was that for?!'>
"Return you two crazy idiots." Lara said, returning Nightmare who looked at her with an innocent face, and Shade who had fake tears streaming down his green face.
<'You know what they say, never take candy from a stranger.'> Jet said sarcastically to Lara who stuck her pink tounge out at him before returning him to his lure ball.
"Come on you two." Lara said swiping Sienna off the sandy ground and onto Dash's back as Dash began to trot ahead of the mob of people.
"No monster!" A man who seemed unable to string a complete sentence together stuttered in a mad sort of gabble.
"What?!" Lara said indignantly "No! I'm not walking through this whole...island...thing!"
"You set fire on trees, trees go Kablooey!" The man yelled flailing his arms all over the place, indicating to the flames of Dash's mane and tail.
"Oh well too bad." Lara said shaking her head as she let Dash lead the way.
The people were somehow amazed at the fact that Dash's mane didn't set fire to the trees, though they brushed against them quite often.
"What?!" Lara asked, uncomfortable by their unbreakable stare "Haven't you ever seen a Rapidash before?!"
She let Dash trot further into the forest, the people followed her quickly, mumbling among themselves.
"They're really weird..." Lara muttered to Sienna who nodded quickly.
<'Weirder than Shade and Nightmare combined!'> She said shaking her pretty head.
Dash soon found her way through the thick trees and into a bustling...city?
"Woah it's like, city of the humanoid primates." Lara said referring to their more old fashioned way of doing things.
<'I say, we hitch a ride outta this wack show as soon as possible.'> Dash said taking a few steps back.
"I say we don't, and check it out. Maybe we could find some food and stuff first before we leave. From the looks of the place itself, I'm going to take a guess and say their ferry isn't the most hygenical." Lara said examining the crowds.
Lara snapped her vivid blue eyes open as she looked around wildly "Where're those trouble makers?"
She could see that people had come to collect her, who she had no idea, and why they were so peculiarly dressed she didn't know either, but they were making strange noises as Shade attempted to hug them with a creepy, yet cheerful air.
She could see Nightmare peering into a hidey hole, apparently some animal's household, and Lara could barely pity the victim as Nightmare sucked up a dream and ate it contently.
Dash snorted at Shade, who was chasing the people around, as the others pulled some of his needles out of another. Sienna was absolutely dignified, drying herself off and licking her paws, with Jet sitting in the shallow waters and grumpily watching Shade.
"Call off your monsters!" Two of the people being chased called as they ran past Lara.
"Shade stop it!" Lara yelled, picking up a seashell and tossing it at his head.
<'OW!'> Shade yelled, cradling his head <'What was that for?!'>
"Return you two crazy idiots." Lara said, returning Nightmare who looked at her with an innocent face, and Shade who had fake tears streaming down his green face.
<'You know what they say, never take candy from a stranger.'> Jet said sarcastically to Lara who stuck her pink tounge out at him before returning him to his lure ball.
"Come on you two." Lara said swiping Sienna off the sandy ground and onto Dash's back as Dash began to trot ahead of the mob of people.
"No monster!" A man who seemed unable to string a complete sentence together stuttered in a mad sort of gabble.
"What?!" Lara said indignantly "No! I'm not walking through this whole...island...thing!"
"You set fire on trees, trees go Kablooey!" The man yelled flailing his arms all over the place, indicating to the flames of Dash's mane and tail.
"Oh well too bad." Lara said shaking her head as she let Dash lead the way.
The people were somehow amazed at the fact that Dash's mane didn't set fire to the trees, though they brushed against them quite often.
"What?!" Lara asked, uncomfortable by their unbreakable stare "Haven't you ever seen a Rapidash before?!"
She let Dash trot further into the forest, the people followed her quickly, mumbling among themselves.
"They're really weird..." Lara muttered to Sienna who nodded quickly.
<'Weirder than Shade and Nightmare combined!'> She said shaking her pretty head.
Dash soon found her way through the thick trees and into a bustling...city?
"Woah it's like, city of the humanoid primates." Lara said referring to their more old fashioned way of doing things.
<'I say, we hitch a ride outta this wack show as soon as possible.'> Dash said taking a few steps back.
"I say we don't, and check it out. Maybe we could find some food and stuff first before we leave. From the looks of the place itself, I'm going to take a guess and say their ferry isn't the most hygenical." Lara said examining the crowds.
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OOC: Naoko, I'm pretty sure there are still Pokemon on the island...I know I included one in my last post.
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"Hmm...Pokemarts, Pokemarts, Pokemarts..." Jirae said to himself as he walked down the cobblestone path, looking for some sign of civilization. "Oh, and probably a Pokemon Center, too...to get Blaze healed up..."
"You there!" A voice came from behind him. It was one of the men from the town before.
"Oh, hey! You're that guy from the city!" Jirae acknowledged. "Do you by chance know where I can find some Pokeballs around here?"
"Pokeballs?" The man questioned.
"You know, like this." Jirae said, releasing Storm from its Pokeball.
"What magic is this?!" The man exclaimed, confused. "How does he call forth a monster from that small object?!"
"Uh...it's a Pokeball. Haven't you ever seen one before?" Jirae asked, equally confused.
"H-hey, guys! He's a witch! I told you he was a witch!" Was the only thing the man said in response. After hearing the call, some men appeared from behind bushes and trees, holding torches and pitchforks in their hands.
"You're kidding me, right?" Jirae asked rhetorically.
"Get him!" One rather obese man yelled from the crowd.
"Storm!" Jirae exclaimed, hopping on his loyal Flygon. The dragon Pokemon beat its mighty wings and lifted itself from the ground, flying well outside the reach of the peasants.
"That monster...it serves him willingly!" A skinny villager noted.
"Don' worry, mates!" A rather drunken-looking man said. "I got 'im in this 'ere photo-takin' memory o' mine!" The man then hiccuped a few times, waving a pitchfork blindly.
"I'd love to stay around," Jirae said sarcastically, "But I don't have 'get attacked by idiots' in my schedule today! So sorry!" Storm then flew higher and away from the mob, towards something on the horizon in the east.
"We'll get you yet, witch!" The original man shouted to the sky, waving his pitchfork.
"Storm! Look! There's a city down there!" Jirae exclaimed to his Pokemon, pointing towards a fairly large city only a little ways away.
"Flyyyy!" The Pokemon replied, diving down towards the city. The Flygon landed on a large square rooftop, and Jirae returned it to its Pokeball.
"Great. Now then, to look around here..." Jirae said, climbing down some stairs on the side of the roof.
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OOC: Yeah, that's the big city that we're all meeting at.
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"Hmm...Pokemarts, Pokemarts, Pokemarts..." Jirae said to himself as he walked down the cobblestone path, looking for some sign of civilization. "Oh, and probably a Pokemon Center, too...to get Blaze healed up..."
"You there!" A voice came from behind him. It was one of the men from the town before.
"Oh, hey! You're that guy from the city!" Jirae acknowledged. "Do you by chance know where I can find some Pokeballs around here?"
"Pokeballs?" The man questioned.
"You know, like this." Jirae said, releasing Storm from its Pokeball.
"What magic is this?!" The man exclaimed, confused. "How does he call forth a monster from that small object?!"
"Uh...it's a Pokeball. Haven't you ever seen one before?" Jirae asked, equally confused.
"H-hey, guys! He's a witch! I told you he was a witch!" Was the only thing the man said in response. After hearing the call, some men appeared from behind bushes and trees, holding torches and pitchforks in their hands.
"You're kidding me, right?" Jirae asked rhetorically.
"Get him!" One rather obese man yelled from the crowd.
"Storm!" Jirae exclaimed, hopping on his loyal Flygon. The dragon Pokemon beat its mighty wings and lifted itself from the ground, flying well outside the reach of the peasants.
"That monster...it serves him willingly!" A skinny villager noted.
"Don' worry, mates!" A rather drunken-looking man said. "I got 'im in this 'ere photo-takin' memory o' mine!" The man then hiccuped a few times, waving a pitchfork blindly.
"I'd love to stay around," Jirae said sarcastically, "But I don't have 'get attacked by idiots' in my schedule today! So sorry!" Storm then flew higher and away from the mob, towards something on the horizon in the east.
"We'll get you yet, witch!" The original man shouted to the sky, waving his pitchfork.
"Storm! Look! There's a city down there!" Jirae exclaimed to his Pokemon, pointing towards a fairly large city only a little ways away.
"Flyyyy!" The Pokemon replied, diving down towards the city. The Flygon landed on a large square rooftop, and Jirae returned it to its Pokeball.
"Great. Now then, to look around here..." Jirae said, climbing down some stairs on the side of the roof.
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OOC: Yeah, that's the big city that we're all meeting at.
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OOC: There are pokemon, for sure. But they haven't been dubbed Pokemon. This was back in a time where Pokemon were just wild beasts - a menace to society. There was no way of capturing, or controlling them - so they were just hunted for game and such. BT described it perfectly.
So the people think that we're witches, or evil beings, because we can control these seemingly vicious beasts. Is that more clear?
EDIT: BT stole the words from my mouth.
Burninating_Torchic said:
So the people think that we're witches, or evil beings, because we can control these seemingly vicious beasts. Is that more clear?
EDIT: BT stole the words from my mouth.
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Naoko-chan said:
OOC: Well, it was just said that there were no Pokeballs. I'm pretty sure there were still Pokemon, but they'd prolly be primitive just like the people. I took your calling them monsters approach and considered it being that they hadn't come up with the term "Pokemon" yet, and just called them "monsters", due to the hostile nature of the wild ones...or something?
EDIT: Aww, Yoshiruru beat me to it =P
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Enough spam! On with teh ROLLPLAE.
IC: Julian stumbled along the bustling road, looking around him in awe. It was definetely an odd place. Most of the people were dressed in rags and tags. It was much, it seemed to him, like a late Pokeroman (OOC:Somebody shoot me for saying that) village.
Kanto was at this point maybe a thousand years ago, why were these people still here?
He became lost in his own thoughts, and bumped into a young lad, a bit older than him, yet about the same height. He looked down and mumbled his apologies, but as he looked up, he gasped in wonder. He was dressed... normal! Well, normal for him at least; People were giving this boy the same looks they were giving Julian himself. Unable to control himself, he bursted out loudly.
"Are you from the S.S. Elixer?!" he yelled with an air of unintended madness. Several people stopped what they were doing, and stared at him. He slowly backed away, and with a roll of the eyes, and an air of disinterest, the people went back to their business. He looked back at the other boy, his eyes wild with anticipation, desperate for someone he could relate to.
IC: Julian stumbled along the bustling road, looking around him in awe. It was definetely an odd place. Most of the people were dressed in rags and tags. It was much, it seemed to him, like a late Pokeroman (OOC:Somebody shoot me for saying that) village.
Kanto was at this point maybe a thousand years ago, why were these people still here?
He became lost in his own thoughts, and bumped into a young lad, a bit older than him, yet about the same height. He looked down and mumbled his apologies, but as he looked up, he gasped in wonder. He was dressed... normal! Well, normal for him at least; People were giving this boy the same looks they were giving Julian himself. Unable to control himself, he bursted out loudly.
"Are you from the S.S. Elixer?!" he yelled with an air of unintended madness. Several people stopped what they were doing, and stared at him. He slowly backed away, and with a roll of the eyes, and an air of disinterest, the people went back to their business. He looked back at the other boy, his eyes wild with anticipation, desperate for someone he could relate to.
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OOC: *Takes out corkscrew gun and, POP!* Lawl. Anyway, YoshiRiRu called them monsters, so I decided to call them monsters...0_o;
IC: "Return Dash, Sienna. You guys attract too much attention." Lara said. The mob that had been following her earlier had disappeared, but being in such an unfamiliar face made her uneasy.
The absence of her beloved pokemon made her even more nervous than before, and by the time she'd wandered into the crowd, being pushed this way and that, she'd ended up no where near where she'd started, and most likely no where near the end of the maze!
Lara pouted and stomped her foot "Hey that's not fair at all! This isn't where I wanted to go!"
A man stared at her clothing as though she was insane, shook his head muttering something about 'youth' and rolled his cart away from her as quickly as possible.
"Wha-" Lara looked down at her ensemble. It was definetly more stylish than his! What was this? A big cosplay convention?!
IC: "Return Dash, Sienna. You guys attract too much attention." Lara said. The mob that had been following her earlier had disappeared, but being in such an unfamiliar face made her uneasy.
The absence of her beloved pokemon made her even more nervous than before, and by the time she'd wandered into the crowd, being pushed this way and that, she'd ended up no where near where she'd started, and most likely no where near the end of the maze!
Lara pouted and stomped her foot "Hey that's not fair at all! This isn't where I wanted to go!"
A man stared at her clothing as though she was insane, shook his head muttering something about 'youth' and rolled his cart away from her as quickly as possible.
"Wha-" Lara looked down at her ensemble. It was definetly more stylish than his! What was this? A big cosplay convention?!
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(OOC: SOrry I am a little late....T__T.....)
IC:
Kiro called out Ember so that he could walk with her, trying to find a place where he could possibly get to a phone, or maybe a PC. After walking for about an hour, he finally stumbled upon a City, but.......It looked a bit wierd, like a 16th century village. He walked inside, Ember at his side, and looked around. He heard whispers sayign things ranging from "witch", to "what is that?", and even "I wish I had one.". He walked around, a little shy at all the staring eyes. Some were glaring, and it seemed like the whole City was staring or glaring at him.
"What the hell man? Haven't they seen a Flareon before? ****, it feels like a freakin' convention!" thought Kiro, anger boiling inside him....
He had finally seen some people who at least looked like they were from his Time Period, a boy yelling "are you from the S.S. Elixir?", and a girl. He ran up toward them, yelling, "hey! HEY! IM FROM THE S.S. ELIXIR! OVER HEEEEERE!". As he reached them, he felt something sharp poke him in the back.......
(OOC: Erm, I certainly missed ALOT! Whatever, I will just keep on posting...>__>..)
IC:
Kiro called out Ember so that he could walk with her, trying to find a place where he could possibly get to a phone, or maybe a PC. After walking for about an hour, he finally stumbled upon a City, but.......It looked a bit wierd, like a 16th century village. He walked inside, Ember at his side, and looked around. He heard whispers sayign things ranging from "witch", to "what is that?", and even "I wish I had one.". He walked around, a little shy at all the staring eyes. Some were glaring, and it seemed like the whole City was staring or glaring at him.
"What the hell man? Haven't they seen a Flareon before? ****, it feels like a freakin' convention!" thought Kiro, anger boiling inside him....
He had finally seen some people who at least looked like they were from his Time Period, a boy yelling "are you from the S.S. Elixir?", and a girl. He ran up toward them, yelling, "hey! HEY! IM FROM THE S.S. ELIXIR! OVER HEEEEERE!". As he reached them, he felt something sharp poke him in the back.......
(OOC: Erm, I certainly missed ALOT! Whatever, I will just keep on posting...>__>..)
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((Sorry for the lag, guys! I had work this evening.))
She couldn't really move. Not really, as in, if she tried her everything hurt.
"Mairead..." she moaned softly, "I feel like one big bruise."
There was little doubt she was one, considering the report Eithne had given earlier; a purple lump on her right thigh, a black eye, and a cut on her leg that could've been infected if Deirdre hadn't declared it clean. The Nidorina had been very good with bandaging, but her paws couldn't do what human hands could--if only there'd been any humans around...
The last thing she remembered was the high-pitched tenor of their captain, sounding the alarm over the intercom, and the boat's terrible tilt. Then, she remembered falling...and waking up here, almost too battered to call out her pokemon. Almost.
Not that being horribly mangled ever stopped Brigdet. No, sir.
The water rushed up the sand rythmically, tickling the soles of her feet. The rocky sand under her was warm, heated by the pounding sun. It sloped upwards towards some bushes, which quickly transformed into a scraggly forest. Mairead, her lower half poking out in arches above the sea, leaned over her trainer. The Milotic's eyes were soft and full of worry, and she made a noise of inquiry.
"I'll be okay," Bree tried, but her voice sounded tired. She moved a finger, but that only resulted in her entire arm freezing up in pain.
"We've found berries!"
Ah, there were Eithne and Deirdre with her salvation. For the first (and possibly last) time in their lives, the Nidorina and the Vulpix had put their differences aside for a common goal. They came out of the underbrush with big leaves wrapped aroung loads of plump berries--the best thing to get her back on her feet, fast.
The twain came up beside her, Dei dropping her leaf at a certain distance before meandering off towards the water. With a derisive snort, Eithne pulled both leaves towards her friend, and, taking a big berry between her teeth, gently set it at Bridget's lips. All ideas of hygiene aside, Bree took the fruit, biting into it, feeling its fresh juices dribbling down her throat.
"Mmm...s'yummy, Eith."
"That's good. (she said something Bridget didn't understand) These are good for pokemon, but I do not know if they are good for humans."
Mairead said something, but the timing was different, so she couldn't quite grasp--pokemon spoke in sequences, like morse code, so they understood each other, but it was so hard for humans--and she wished she could make out what they were saying, because it was about her. She was made to eat both berry bundles, one fruit at a time, and then Mairead bid her sleep, which she did, although she was plagued by visions of a dark, watery abyss.
She woke to the sun still overhead; around her, she heard voices. Stirring, she tried to sit up, and found, to her amazement, that she could--only, a pitchfork was poking into her chest when she tried.
"M'lord, the witch, she has awoken!" The man holding the instrument cried, motioning for another, bigger man to come forward.
"Well, foul creature, tell us--what dark arts are you practicing?"
She blinked groggily at him, and spoke in a growl, "I don't understand what you're saying. Where are my pokemon? Why are you prodding me with those pitchforks? What did I do?"
"M'lord, she speaks in tongues!"
"Quiet, fool! She is clearly possessed by the Demon!"
"Surely, sire, for I have seen the way she so deftly controlled the monsters."
"Look at her uncouth attire!" yelled a woman holding up a torch, "she must be a witch! She wears a man's trousers, and ne'er have I seen such a fabric!"
Witch? Possessed? What?
She got to her feet slowly, wincing at the crowd tried to push her back down; a snarl at them made the recoil in fear. She saw that moth of them were dressed in rough sack-cloth, and all were thin, with hair so dirty she saw the lice moving about, black teeth and hungry eyes. She saw that two of them were holding Dei down, and the Nidorina was making a horrible ruckus. Eithne was being held by another man, with rope around her muzzle and paws. But Mairead--May was by far the worse, for she was laying, unconscious, on hte beach, bleeding profusely from arrow-wounds--arrows!--and deep lashes and burns lefts by the pitchforks and torches. Bree grit her teeth, and tried to think of a plan.
"Let's burn her, m'lord!" One man proposed, and Bridget felt her blood run cold. The man referred to as "m'lord" came forward; dressed in bright velvet clothing, he looked well-fed and well-groomed. He allowed himself to toss the dirtier man aside with a disgusted expression.
"Do you know who I am, child? I am Lord Keith of Belltrane, and I own the fourth district of the city yonder. If you do not cooperate, I shall have you arrested and burned as a witch."
Bridget swallowed. What would Saoirse do? she thought, wishing for the collected pokemon's advice. She felt along her hip, found the Skarmory's pokeball with some relief. She still had one escape--but only if she played her cards right.
"So, witch? I have witnesses here that say you made monsters bring you food and tend to your injuries. Admit that you are plotting with the Demon!"
"Foul knaves!" she spat, trying to remember her boring eleventh grade English classes on Shakespeare. "Unhand me now, or I shall spite you all with a curse! A curse, I say! Or better--a hex! I shall have fire rain down upon your houses! My Dark Lord will not refuse a good servant like me!"
The crowd stepped back, forming a ring around her; even the Lord, Sir Keith, looked frightened.
"My lord...does she speak the truth? Can she?"
"I...do not know. The powers of the Dark One are great."
"Indeed!" she crowed; and with that, snatched up Saoirse's pokeball, throwing it onto the ground. There was the usually bright flash of light, and then, the regal Skarmory stood on the sand, looking a bit shaken.
"What's happening, Bree?" she asked calmly, surveying the scene.
"They think I'm a witch and that I'm in with Evil or something. Act like my minion," she whispered, getting in close to the steel pokemon's dangerous head. The crowd, some of them shrieking in fear, was stepping even farther back.
Saoirse puffed up like a pincushion, her bladelike wings sticking out. A soft tinkling sound confirmed that someone was wetting their pants.
"The witch controls a sword-bird! Oh Lord above, save us!"
Bree blinked, trying to recall why this sounded familiar, and then it hit her.
In ancient times, people used SKARMORY's feathers as swords.
All the armor on their bodies, the knives at their hips--all of them, from a Skarmory's shedding. Saoirse emitted a powerful screech, flapping her razor-wings. Bridget grinned maliciously.
"Fools! Unhand my minions now, or I shall bid my powerful Sword-bird to warn all her kin, never to give their feathers to man. Then, you shall all be helpless!"
The men went pale. Immediately, Deirdre and Eithne were released. She returned them, along with Mairead, to their pokeballs. The crowd watched her, fascinated.
"You--" she pointed straight at a woman with knotted brown hair and a shabby dress, "bring me my bag! Immediately! If I see a single item missing, I shall have you beheaded, and every generation of your children cursed down to the last male heir!"
What a load of bullcrap. At this rate, she was just trying not to laugh at their petrified expressions, as they bustled about, returning the items they'd put in their pockets--her Super Potions, for one, and all her pokeballs, not to mention all kinds of random knicknacks. Eventually, she was able to hoist her bag over her shoulder.
The people watched with wide eyes as she mounted Saoirse and, very carefully, the Skarmory took off, her armored body reflecting the sunlight.
As they flew away from the scene, Bree finally let go of a few choked laughs, then calmed.
"Lord Ken or whatever his name was, said he owned a city nearby. We should go there."
"But first--let's land. You need to heal Mairead, I saw how battered she looked. The Pokeball will hold her in stasis, but it's not enough."
"And those rope marks on Eithne, and Dei's bruises...I don't even understand what was happening back there."
"Don't ask too much questions until you (she didn't understand this part), you'll only give yourself a headache."
Bree sighed, looking around to get a lay of the land; the forest below them, dark and dangerous, some fields beyond it, and then--a huge midieval-style city, complete with stone walls and towers and the whole shebang.
"Saoi, did we travel..."
"Through time? I don't know. It's a possibility, Celebi be merciful. If that's the case, then this forest, or at least part of it, belongs to that Lord, and that city..."
"We're in some kind of kingdom, then. Hey, there's a pocket of thick bushes--land there."
The big bird did, and Bree released her pokemon as quietly as she could, fishing out Potions to tend to them. Only once all three were able to move comfortably, did she finally realize her own injuries.
"Your bandages are red," Eithne admonished, "you should be more careful."
"Sorry, mum," Bridget muttered, taking a moment to rewrap the things. "I owe you one, Dei. You'd have made a good Chansey."
The Nidorina said something she couldn't understand, but it sounded alot like a string of curses.
"So, where to now?" Eithne picked up again, looking around. "The city seems like the only possible destination."
"Won't they be looking for us?"
"After the show you put on, they'll be too scared." Deirdre put in, scuffing the ground with a maniacal grin. She was speaking slowly, so her trainer could make out the sentence structure.
"I suppose they will be too scared of their last male heirs being cursed...so let's go for it." Bree fisted her hands and returned May, Eithne and Dei, climbing back onto Saoirse's back.
"I must admit, I'm intrigued at this situation," Saoi admitted once they were in the air, headed towards the tall stone spires of the city. "If we are in the past...or in some kind of minimalist, primitive society, this feels like an adventure."
"A dangerous adventure."
"Right. We have to be careful. I'll drop you off in this alleyway here. There's a market close by, trade a Potion for some more nondescript clothes and food."
Once she was off Saoi's back, with both feet on the cobblestone street, it struck her that should would be without any external help for some time.
She was flying solo from here on out, or so she thought.
She didn't make ten steps before she heard a voice yell out:
"Are you from the S.S. Elixer?!"
Wait. She fit that description!
"I do!" She yelped back, dashing towards the voice, too relieved to see a friendly face to care about being recognized.
She couldn't really move. Not really, as in, if she tried her everything hurt.
"Mairead..." she moaned softly, "I feel like one big bruise."
There was little doubt she was one, considering the report Eithne had given earlier; a purple lump on her right thigh, a black eye, and a cut on her leg that could've been infected if Deirdre hadn't declared it clean. The Nidorina had been very good with bandaging, but her paws couldn't do what human hands could--if only there'd been any humans around...
The last thing she remembered was the high-pitched tenor of their captain, sounding the alarm over the intercom, and the boat's terrible tilt. Then, she remembered falling...and waking up here, almost too battered to call out her pokemon. Almost.
Not that being horribly mangled ever stopped Brigdet. No, sir.
The water rushed up the sand rythmically, tickling the soles of her feet. The rocky sand under her was warm, heated by the pounding sun. It sloped upwards towards some bushes, which quickly transformed into a scraggly forest. Mairead, her lower half poking out in arches above the sea, leaned over her trainer. The Milotic's eyes were soft and full of worry, and she made a noise of inquiry.
"I'll be okay," Bree tried, but her voice sounded tired. She moved a finger, but that only resulted in her entire arm freezing up in pain.
"We've found berries!"
Ah, there were Eithne and Deirdre with her salvation. For the first (and possibly last) time in their lives, the Nidorina and the Vulpix had put their differences aside for a common goal. They came out of the underbrush with big leaves wrapped aroung loads of plump berries--the best thing to get her back on her feet, fast.
The twain came up beside her, Dei dropping her leaf at a certain distance before meandering off towards the water. With a derisive snort, Eithne pulled both leaves towards her friend, and, taking a big berry between her teeth, gently set it at Bridget's lips. All ideas of hygiene aside, Bree took the fruit, biting into it, feeling its fresh juices dribbling down her throat.
"Mmm...s'yummy, Eith."
"That's good. (she said something Bridget didn't understand) These are good for pokemon, but I do not know if they are good for humans."
Mairead said something, but the timing was different, so she couldn't quite grasp--pokemon spoke in sequences, like morse code, so they understood each other, but it was so hard for humans--and she wished she could make out what they were saying, because it was about her. She was made to eat both berry bundles, one fruit at a time, and then Mairead bid her sleep, which she did, although she was plagued by visions of a dark, watery abyss.
She woke to the sun still overhead; around her, she heard voices. Stirring, she tried to sit up, and found, to her amazement, that she could--only, a pitchfork was poking into her chest when she tried.
"M'lord, the witch, she has awoken!" The man holding the instrument cried, motioning for another, bigger man to come forward.
"Well, foul creature, tell us--what dark arts are you practicing?"
She blinked groggily at him, and spoke in a growl, "I don't understand what you're saying. Where are my pokemon? Why are you prodding me with those pitchforks? What did I do?"
"M'lord, she speaks in tongues!"
"Quiet, fool! She is clearly possessed by the Demon!"
"Surely, sire, for I have seen the way she so deftly controlled the monsters."
"Look at her uncouth attire!" yelled a woman holding up a torch, "she must be a witch! She wears a man's trousers, and ne'er have I seen such a fabric!"
Witch? Possessed? What?
She got to her feet slowly, wincing at the crowd tried to push her back down; a snarl at them made the recoil in fear. She saw that moth of them were dressed in rough sack-cloth, and all were thin, with hair so dirty she saw the lice moving about, black teeth and hungry eyes. She saw that two of them were holding Dei down, and the Nidorina was making a horrible ruckus. Eithne was being held by another man, with rope around her muzzle and paws. But Mairead--May was by far the worse, for she was laying, unconscious, on hte beach, bleeding profusely from arrow-wounds--arrows!--and deep lashes and burns lefts by the pitchforks and torches. Bree grit her teeth, and tried to think of a plan.
"Let's burn her, m'lord!" One man proposed, and Bridget felt her blood run cold. The man referred to as "m'lord" came forward; dressed in bright velvet clothing, he looked well-fed and well-groomed. He allowed himself to toss the dirtier man aside with a disgusted expression.
"Do you know who I am, child? I am Lord Keith of Belltrane, and I own the fourth district of the city yonder. If you do not cooperate, I shall have you arrested and burned as a witch."
Bridget swallowed. What would Saoirse do? she thought, wishing for the collected pokemon's advice. She felt along her hip, found the Skarmory's pokeball with some relief. She still had one escape--but only if she played her cards right.
"So, witch? I have witnesses here that say you made monsters bring you food and tend to your injuries. Admit that you are plotting with the Demon!"
"Foul knaves!" she spat, trying to remember her boring eleventh grade English classes on Shakespeare. "Unhand me now, or I shall spite you all with a curse! A curse, I say! Or better--a hex! I shall have fire rain down upon your houses! My Dark Lord will not refuse a good servant like me!"
The crowd stepped back, forming a ring around her; even the Lord, Sir Keith, looked frightened.
"My lord...does she speak the truth? Can she?"
"I...do not know. The powers of the Dark One are great."
"Indeed!" she crowed; and with that, snatched up Saoirse's pokeball, throwing it onto the ground. There was the usually bright flash of light, and then, the regal Skarmory stood on the sand, looking a bit shaken.
"What's happening, Bree?" she asked calmly, surveying the scene.
"They think I'm a witch and that I'm in with Evil or something. Act like my minion," she whispered, getting in close to the steel pokemon's dangerous head. The crowd, some of them shrieking in fear, was stepping even farther back.
Saoirse puffed up like a pincushion, her bladelike wings sticking out. A soft tinkling sound confirmed that someone was wetting their pants.
"The witch controls a sword-bird! Oh Lord above, save us!"
Bree blinked, trying to recall why this sounded familiar, and then it hit her.
In ancient times, people used SKARMORY's feathers as swords.
All the armor on their bodies, the knives at their hips--all of them, from a Skarmory's shedding. Saoirse emitted a powerful screech, flapping her razor-wings. Bridget grinned maliciously.
"Fools! Unhand my minions now, or I shall bid my powerful Sword-bird to warn all her kin, never to give their feathers to man. Then, you shall all be helpless!"
The men went pale. Immediately, Deirdre and Eithne were released. She returned them, along with Mairead, to their pokeballs. The crowd watched her, fascinated.
"You--" she pointed straight at a woman with knotted brown hair and a shabby dress, "bring me my bag! Immediately! If I see a single item missing, I shall have you beheaded, and every generation of your children cursed down to the last male heir!"
What a load of bullcrap. At this rate, she was just trying not to laugh at their petrified expressions, as they bustled about, returning the items they'd put in their pockets--her Super Potions, for one, and all her pokeballs, not to mention all kinds of random knicknacks. Eventually, she was able to hoist her bag over her shoulder.
The people watched with wide eyes as she mounted Saoirse and, very carefully, the Skarmory took off, her armored body reflecting the sunlight.
As they flew away from the scene, Bree finally let go of a few choked laughs, then calmed.
"Lord Ken or whatever his name was, said he owned a city nearby. We should go there."
"But first--let's land. You need to heal Mairead, I saw how battered she looked. The Pokeball will hold her in stasis, but it's not enough."
"And those rope marks on Eithne, and Dei's bruises...I don't even understand what was happening back there."
"Don't ask too much questions until you (she didn't understand this part), you'll only give yourself a headache."
Bree sighed, looking around to get a lay of the land; the forest below them, dark and dangerous, some fields beyond it, and then--a huge midieval-style city, complete with stone walls and towers and the whole shebang.
"Saoi, did we travel..."
"Through time? I don't know. It's a possibility, Celebi be merciful. If that's the case, then this forest, or at least part of it, belongs to that Lord, and that city..."
"We're in some kind of kingdom, then. Hey, there's a pocket of thick bushes--land there."
The big bird did, and Bree released her pokemon as quietly as she could, fishing out Potions to tend to them. Only once all three were able to move comfortably, did she finally realize her own injuries.
"Your bandages are red," Eithne admonished, "you should be more careful."
"Sorry, mum," Bridget muttered, taking a moment to rewrap the things. "I owe you one, Dei. You'd have made a good Chansey."
The Nidorina said something she couldn't understand, but it sounded alot like a string of curses.
"So, where to now?" Eithne picked up again, looking around. "The city seems like the only possible destination."
"Won't they be looking for us?"
"After the show you put on, they'll be too scared." Deirdre put in, scuffing the ground with a maniacal grin. She was speaking slowly, so her trainer could make out the sentence structure.
"I suppose they will be too scared of their last male heirs being cursed...so let's go for it." Bree fisted her hands and returned May, Eithne and Dei, climbing back onto Saoirse's back.
"I must admit, I'm intrigued at this situation," Saoi admitted once they were in the air, headed towards the tall stone spires of the city. "If we are in the past...or in some kind of minimalist, primitive society, this feels like an adventure."
"A dangerous adventure."
"Right. We have to be careful. I'll drop you off in this alleyway here. There's a market close by, trade a Potion for some more nondescript clothes and food."
Once she was off Saoi's back, with both feet on the cobblestone street, it struck her that should would be without any external help for some time.
She was flying solo from here on out, or so she thought.
She didn't make ten steps before she heard a voice yell out:
"Are you from the S.S. Elixer?!"
Wait. She fit that description!
"I do!" She yelped back, dashing towards the voice, too relieved to see a friendly face to care about being recognized.
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"There must be someone around here from the boat..." Jirae said, stumbling around through the city, trying to blend in, though that was extremely hard as nobody was wearing normal clothes.
"Hey! Look there!" He heard someone call from the crowd. "Is he not the one on the wanted posters?"
"He looks an awful lot like it." Another voice said.
"Here, let's see." The original one said, stepping out of the crowd. It was a middle aged man with brown hair, who seemed nothing out of the ordinary-except that he was one of these people. He held a wanted poster up to Jirae's face.
"He looks a lot like him, but the clothes are much too different." The second man said, a rather skinny fellow, walking up to the other man.
"A disguise?" The original man guessed.
"That's quite a possibility." Said the other. "Sir, you're under arrest for assassinating the king."
"Assassinating the king?" Jirae exclaimed. "I didn't..."
Suddenly, a band of people with torches and pitchforks emerged from the crowd behind him. It was the same band from before.
"There 'e is!" The drunkard exclaimed. "I tol' ye!"
"You're coming with us, witch!" One man exclaimed, waving a torch. Jirae looked around him, and everyone besides his two groups of pursuers had backed away.
"A witch and an assassin?" The man holding the wanted poster said in amazement. "Better watch out for this one, eh?"
"Grab 'is belt! It be the source o' the magic!" The drunkard suggested. People began charging at Jirae, but Jirae managed to call out the first Pokemon whos Pokeball he could grab.
"Scyyyytheeerr!" Blade exclaimed, swinging its arms.
"A monster, a monster!" A man exclaimed.
"Blade, Double Team!" Jirae shouted. The scyther quickly made shadow copies of itself, which began forcing the crowd back in fear.
"Now, wing attack!" Jirae followed up. All of the shadow copies as well as the original rammed their wings towards the people, creating gusts that caused the people to run away frantically. Jirae was alone in the center of the intersection.
"Blade, return." Jirae said, looking around as the shadow copies dissapeared. A little ways down the now clear road, he saw some people that looked actually normal.
"Heyyyy!" Jirae shouted, waving and running towards them. "You-you're from the S.S. Elixer, aren't you!"
"Hey! Look there!" He heard someone call from the crowd. "Is he not the one on the wanted posters?"
"He looks an awful lot like it." Another voice said.
"Here, let's see." The original one said, stepping out of the crowd. It was a middle aged man with brown hair, who seemed nothing out of the ordinary-except that he was one of these people. He held a wanted poster up to Jirae's face.
"He looks a lot like him, but the clothes are much too different." The second man said, a rather skinny fellow, walking up to the other man.
"A disguise?" The original man guessed.
"That's quite a possibility." Said the other. "Sir, you're under arrest for assassinating the king."
"Assassinating the king?" Jirae exclaimed. "I didn't..."
Suddenly, a band of people with torches and pitchforks emerged from the crowd behind him. It was the same band from before.
"There 'e is!" The drunkard exclaimed. "I tol' ye!"
"You're coming with us, witch!" One man exclaimed, waving a torch. Jirae looked around him, and everyone besides his two groups of pursuers had backed away.
"A witch and an assassin?" The man holding the wanted poster said in amazement. "Better watch out for this one, eh?"
"Grab 'is belt! It be the source o' the magic!" The drunkard suggested. People began charging at Jirae, but Jirae managed to call out the first Pokemon whos Pokeball he could grab.
"Scyyyytheeerr!" Blade exclaimed, swinging its arms.
"A monster, a monster!" A man exclaimed.
"Blade, Double Team!" Jirae shouted. The scyther quickly made shadow copies of itself, which began forcing the crowd back in fear.
"Now, wing attack!" Jirae followed up. All of the shadow copies as well as the original rammed their wings towards the people, creating gusts that caused the people to run away frantically. Jirae was alone in the center of the intersection.
"Blade, return." Jirae said, looking around as the shadow copies dissapeared. A little ways down the now clear road, he saw some people that looked actually normal.
"Heyyyy!" Jirae shouted, waving and running towards them. "You-you're from the S.S. Elixer, aren't you!"
Deathspector
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OOC: Flip! I'm so late! Sorry guys. Okay, I'll have to read everything up before writting my post *Goes to read* Okay done...as much as I can now...I've got a head ache...
IC:
The forest around me turned out not to be a forest at all. It was more like a stream of trees that seemed to bar off the sea from the inland. I had no idea how it was, and what sort of natural calamity caused it to be like that, but I'm not worrying. At least my headache was subsiding. It was not as if I felt perfectly well, but I was getting better.
I carefully walked through the trees, and looked around me. I recognised some of the plant life, but most of it was unfamiliar to me. Of course, I wasn't an expert in botany, but I knew enough to tell thhat these trees had been left to nature.
I walked out into the open, and immediately closed my eyes. he sunlight blared into my eyes, sending spasms of pain through my head. I slowly opened my eyes, and looked around.
My mouth dropped open.
And who could blame me? There, about one kilometre from where I was standing, stood a massive stone wall, that stretched almost as far as the beach had. The wall was not only as tall as two storeys, but was also really thick. It was thick enough for four people to walk abreast, comfortably. As I later on found out, there were people ontop of the wall.
It seemed like some sentry, who were protected down to the last millimetre of skin. They had rich and silver mail, chain shirts, with greaves along their legs. They each wore a pair of metallic gloves, and had a helmet that left just enough space for their eyes to dart about. I was really surprised how they noticed me, about fifty metres away.
"There's another one! Those witches! They come from everywhere!" One screamed, in a most recognisable accent. "He has that odd belt around his waist. Guards, ATTACK!"
Suddenly, ten men, dressed in the same armour leaped up from hiding behind rises on the wall, all armed with crossbows. With the bows already nocked. The leader also drewhis crossbow, and they aimed.
"Dammit! Go, Golem!" I yelled, throwing a pok?-ball from my pok?-belt into the air.
The red and white orb snapped open, and released a great quantity of irediscent light. The light swirled around, and took the form of an odd boulder-like creature, with two arms, and two legs, made of the same rock-like material.
The arrows from the crosbows bounced harmlessly off Golem's tough hide, and fell to the ground. Golem grunted, happy that he was finally back in action. It was borin staying in a pok?-ball, after all.
But releasing Golem wasn't the smartest thing I could have done.
"What did I tell thee!" yelled the leader. "He is a witch. Strike him down before he does any damage."
I looked up at the leader, and grinned. I was going to fight...
IC:
The forest around me turned out not to be a forest at all. It was more like a stream of trees that seemed to bar off the sea from the inland. I had no idea how it was, and what sort of natural calamity caused it to be like that, but I'm not worrying. At least my headache was subsiding. It was not as if I felt perfectly well, but I was getting better.
I carefully walked through the trees, and looked around me. I recognised some of the plant life, but most of it was unfamiliar to me. Of course, I wasn't an expert in botany, but I knew enough to tell thhat these trees had been left to nature.
I walked out into the open, and immediately closed my eyes. he sunlight blared into my eyes, sending spasms of pain through my head. I slowly opened my eyes, and looked around.
My mouth dropped open.
And who could blame me? There, about one kilometre from where I was standing, stood a massive stone wall, that stretched almost as far as the beach had. The wall was not only as tall as two storeys, but was also really thick. It was thick enough for four people to walk abreast, comfortably. As I later on found out, there were people ontop of the wall.
It seemed like some sentry, who were protected down to the last millimetre of skin. They had rich and silver mail, chain shirts, with greaves along their legs. They each wore a pair of metallic gloves, and had a helmet that left just enough space for their eyes to dart about. I was really surprised how they noticed me, about fifty metres away.
"There's another one! Those witches! They come from everywhere!" One screamed, in a most recognisable accent. "He has that odd belt around his waist. Guards, ATTACK!"
Suddenly, ten men, dressed in the same armour leaped up from hiding behind rises on the wall, all armed with crossbows. With the bows already nocked. The leader also drewhis crossbow, and they aimed.
"Dammit! Go, Golem!" I yelled, throwing a pok?-ball from my pok?-belt into the air.
The red and white orb snapped open, and released a great quantity of irediscent light. The light swirled around, and took the form of an odd boulder-like creature, with two arms, and two legs, made of the same rock-like material.
The arrows from the crosbows bounced harmlessly off Golem's tough hide, and fell to the ground. Golem grunted, happy that he was finally back in action. It was borin staying in a pok?-ball, after all.
But releasing Golem wasn't the smartest thing I could have done.
"What did I tell thee!" yelled the leader. "He is a witch. Strike him down before he does any damage."
I looked up at the leader, and grinned. I was going to fight...
YoshiRiRu
xX~Lord of the Storm~Xx
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Julian was ecstatic. Finally, people who looked like him! He spotted a girl, and a couple of guys. As they rushed toward him, he noticed a mob chasing one of the boys. They were crying things such as "Witch!" and "Assasin!" waving pitchforks and torches wildly in the air. Playing along, he stepped forth, and released his Crobat.
Several of the villagers yelled, and a large woman in the rear fainted. An older man with graying hair exclaimed
"This one can control the monsters as well!"
Julian whispered to Flash.
"Play along, bro. I'm supposed to be a witch - be evil." The bat nodded, and screamed into the sky, before diving back down, and rushing right over the terrified primitive people. Flash returned to Julian's side, his teeth bared.
"Now, my servant, cast upon them an eternal darkness! Night Shade!" The crobat became very still, and a dark energy eminated from him, casting a night-like darkness over the entire group. Of course it wasn't really eternal darkness, it would only last for a couple minutes or so, but he wanted them to think that so they would release them.
2 more women fainted, a heavy set man began to cry uncontrollably while his frail skinny wife tried to console him, and a man ran away so quickly, he ran into a wall and knocked himself out.
"Leave me and my brethren to our own devices, or next time, the consequences will be far more severe!" He bellowed, and turned on his heel with Flash right beside him, hoping his new-found friends would follow him.
Several of the villagers yelled, and a large woman in the rear fainted. An older man with graying hair exclaimed
"This one can control the monsters as well!"
Julian whispered to Flash.
"Play along, bro. I'm supposed to be a witch - be evil." The bat nodded, and screamed into the sky, before diving back down, and rushing right over the terrified primitive people. Flash returned to Julian's side, his teeth bared.
"Now, my servant, cast upon them an eternal darkness! Night Shade!" The crobat became very still, and a dark energy eminated from him, casting a night-like darkness over the entire group. Of course it wasn't really eternal darkness, it would only last for a couple minutes or so, but he wanted them to think that so they would release them.
2 more women fainted, a heavy set man began to cry uncontrollably while his frail skinny wife tried to console him, and a man ran away so quickly, he ran into a wall and knocked himself out.
"Leave me and my brethren to our own devices, or next time, the consequences will be far more severe!" He bellowed, and turned on his heel with Flash right beside him, hoping his new-found friends would follow him.
Burninating_Torchic
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"Eternal darkness?" Jirae asked, seeing the people cowering in fear of the night shade. "Either that guy with the Crobat is really dumb, or the people here are gullible as hell...Ah well, can't hurt to play along. Memory!" He exclaimed, calling forth the Gardevoir from its Pokeball.
"Why does he call that beast memory?" One of the people outside the effect of the Night Shade wondered.
"It must have the power to erase our memories!" A woman thought in fear.
"Sure...let's go with that." Jirae said to himself. "Now, my minion of the underworld! Put them to their eternal sleep!" He shouted aloud, putting the emphasis on sleep.
"I haven't the slightest idea what he's babbling about..." Memory thought. "But I can do something about the sleep part." The Gardevoir began waving its hands, waves of psychic energy coming forth. People began falling to the ground in a sleepy daze.
"Let this be a lesson to the rest of you!" Jirae yelled triumphantly. "Quarrel not with the witches, for we wield a power greater then you could comprehend!" This gave all the people who were still awake quite a scare, and they began to run off.
"We'll be back for you, assassin witch!" One man shouted back as he ran off.
"Well then, that was fun." Jirae said, recalling Memory. "Now, tell me," He inquired, walking over to Julian, "Are you really so stupid that you thought Night Shade would last eternally, or was that just some kind of joke?"
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OOC: Don't kill me for that horrible pun near the end! =P Kudos to anyone who can figure out what I'm talking about.
"Why does he call that beast memory?" One of the people outside the effect of the Night Shade wondered.
"It must have the power to erase our memories!" A woman thought in fear.
"Sure...let's go with that." Jirae said to himself. "Now, my minion of the underworld! Put them to their eternal sleep!" He shouted aloud, putting the emphasis on sleep.
"I haven't the slightest idea what he's babbling about..." Memory thought. "But I can do something about the sleep part." The Gardevoir began waving its hands, waves of psychic energy coming forth. People began falling to the ground in a sleepy daze.
"Let this be a lesson to the rest of you!" Jirae yelled triumphantly. "Quarrel not with the witches, for we wield a power greater then you could comprehend!" This gave all the people who were still awake quite a scare, and they began to run off.
"We'll be back for you, assassin witch!" One man shouted back as he ran off.
"Well then, that was fun." Jirae said, recalling Memory. "Now, tell me," He inquired, walking over to Julian, "Are you really so stupid that you thought Night Shade would last eternally, or was that just some kind of joke?"
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OOC: Don't kill me for that horrible pun near the end! =P Kudos to anyone who can figure out what I'm talking about.
Jack_Skellington
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A confused and a bit disturbed look upon his face, Kiro shook off the confusion and distubiness(sp?), and just played along, and then walked in behind Julian, and then whispered into his ear.
"Erm, what the hell was that? Where are we?" he asked, a bit nervous. He then called out Ember and had her walk at his side. The red-and-yellow cat tagged along trembling behind the Trainers, a scared lok on her face......
"Erm, what the hell was that? Where are we?" he asked, a bit nervous. He then called out Ember and had her walk at his side. The red-and-yellow cat tagged along trembling behind the Trainers, a scared lok on her face......
YoshiRiRu
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Julian nodded to Flash in his thanks, and turned to face the boy speaking to him. He scoffed.
"You're just jealous because I thought of it first, bro. Anything I do they'll take as truth, so why not make the most of it? I'm as bright as they come." he boasted casually. He looked around the city, at the terrified people scrambling into their homes to avoid his terrible evil gaze. He stopped, and glared at a middle aged balding man, who screamed, turned tail and ran. He laughed evilly, and continued to strut down the boulevard.
Flash was uneasy. He'd never seen his trainer act like this before. He spoke up timidly. "Hey, Jules.. I thought you wanted to scare them just so you could get away.. it looks like you're enjoying terrorizing them." Julian snapped back "You saw how they treated us! They think we're all witches, so might as well give them what they want!" Looking into the eyes of his crobat, the boy hung his head. The pokemon was right.
"You're right, I'm sorry." He said.
"I guess the moment just took over me." He returned to his companions, who were still reluctantly following him.
"So, all you are from the S.S. Elixir that got thrashed by a tentacruel, right?" He waited silently for their answers, the wind of the empty streets rustling his hair like leaves.
"You're just jealous because I thought of it first, bro. Anything I do they'll take as truth, so why not make the most of it? I'm as bright as they come." he boasted casually. He looked around the city, at the terrified people scrambling into their homes to avoid his terrible evil gaze. He stopped, and glared at a middle aged balding man, who screamed, turned tail and ran. He laughed evilly, and continued to strut down the boulevard.
Flash was uneasy. He'd never seen his trainer act like this before. He spoke up timidly. "Hey, Jules.. I thought you wanted to scare them just so you could get away.. it looks like you're enjoying terrorizing them." Julian snapped back "You saw how they treated us! They think we're all witches, so might as well give them what they want!" Looking into the eyes of his crobat, the boy hung his head. The pokemon was right.
"You're right, I'm sorry." He said.
"I guess the moment just took over me." He returned to his companions, who were still reluctantly following him.
"So, all you are from the S.S. Elixir that got thrashed by a tentacruel, right?" He waited silently for their answers, the wind of the empty streets rustling his hair like leaves.
Jack_Skellington
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"Well, I don't know if it was a Tentacruel or whatever, I was taking a nap, there was an alarm, I was thrown overboard, and then I ended up here!" Kiro yelled in exasparation at the trainer who seemed to be a bit evil. Sighing, he blinked and looked up at the sun. His blue eyes seemed to shine like sapphires as he looked at the giant ball of fire they call the sun as he awaited a response.......
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