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Appearance: With a lithe and agile build, Tetsuji (or Rokusaburo, as his first name) seems slightly on the flimsy side for a young man of his age and stature, standing at 5'9" and weighing approximately 137 lbs. Hair the shade of the night, mostly untamed, is worn carelessly around his head in an untidy manner, slightly defying gravity at times. His hands are those of a normal person's, though perhaps the fingers are a little longer. The veins are clearly visible, his skin rippling with the movement of tense muscle underneath. Rokusaburo's amber eyes have a condescending look to them, and he usually carries a wintery smile, perfect white teeth almost glinting in the light. Somewhat offseting his visage is a slightly beaky nose.
Rokusaburo normally wears a free-flowing, sky blue polo shirt with the design of a Tropius sitting in sand, accompanied by a pair of checkered trousers, two shades of grey forming the square pattern. A dark brown leather belt serves to hold it in place, though it's usually obscured by the shirt. In his hand is a sensu folding fan with a wooden handle, calligraphically decorated, with a hidden compartment for a Pokeball to be held in.
Personality: Rokusaburo is not an easy person to treatise. Rather, he's not an easygoing person at all; arrogant, incurably impolite, and slightly authority-defying, Rokusaburo has a tendency to tell everyone and anyone to shut up when he is annoyed in any way - or swear at them in an increasingly inventive manner. He is inflamed easily, and is almost happy to get himself into a dangerous situation, often using logical fallacies that seem to be true to annoy people. Though proud, he respects those that are truly superior to him, because to do otherwise is a folly. Towards the opposite gender, Rokusaburo flirts often with girls when he has the opportunity and the time to, lending himself to politeness as the situation calls for.
Rokusaburo is angered easily, but not in an overly violent way- it usually ends up with him attacking the offender with his sensu fan somewhat comically. He doesn't usually admit that he's wrong, even if it appears that he is. When that situation happens, he drinks tapioca milk tea, which apparently solves most of his anger management problems temporarily as well.
Rokusaburo's attitude about hacking is quite colourful, to say the least. He believes that Pokemon are what "Kami-sama" has created them to be, and therefore should not be changed. Therefore, he is annoyed by hackers (who he considers to be self-righteous people) and will unleash the consequences described above on them.
History: Tetsuji Rokusaburo was born in a fairly traditional family in Viridian City - his father runs a well-known Japanese restaurant, and his mother is a typical housewife. Rokusaburo is the third of four children, though the eldest son died in infancy and therefore he has only an older sister. As a small child, Rokusaburo was expected to learn calligraphy and often wrote the menus of the day for his father; he also developed a taste for tapioca milk tea, an originally imported product that his father studied as a possible addition to the menu. Rokusaburo is somewhat religious, believing in "Kami-sama".
Rokusaburo's almost complete disregard of authority is because he was wrongfully accused of thieving an apple from a grocery stand at the age of 10; he became very angry and threatened to leave home, but the matter was cleared up by a wandering trainer, who happened to pass by. As a result, he refuses to believe everything that is said the first time unless he has verified it himself.
He was originally training as a chef for his father's restaurant (and had learned many skills already) when he heard about the innovations of the hackers, and made excuses to learn new recipes. His father, somewhat guilty after not allowing Rokusaburo to leave at the age of ten on a journey, allowed Rokusaburo to leave on the grounds that he learn new recipes. Rokusaburo readily agreed, although he probably won't fulfill that request.
Allegiance: Natural
Roleplay Sample: Uh, do I really have to provide this? My work can be seen at Charizard_Man's Kanto Adventures thread, but I'll present a sample here for convenience's sake.
Spoiler:
"This is ridiculous." Edwin looked at the battle between the girl named Starla and Tai. Gee and the Eevee... what was its name now? Ah, yes. Leera. It staved against its opponent, a Pidgey. Both sides were battling fiercely, but Edwin could not see the purpose for it. "What precisely are they doing, anyway? They have nothing to resolve between them; the penalty for knocking another person down..."
-External monologues again?- Bulbasaur smiled, an indication of a smirk on its visage. -Just the right thing to do for a main character.-
"Oh... and what would you be then? A sidekick?" A sign of humor was appearing on Edwin's own.
-A sidekick is in his own way a main character as well.- Bulbasaur said proudly. -And anyway I'm fine with being just a sidekick. We don't have to do as much "character development" as you main characters do. Trust me, Professor Oak watches all kinds of shows and psychological analyses of characters in a story is certainly not outside that domain.-
"So... you mean we're in a story of some kind?" Edwin began to scan the brush around them for possible cameras. Seeing nothing but the other girl and Nina (not to mention Tai and Starla's battleground), he wheeled back in on Bulbasaur, who shrugged.
"I'm pretty sure we're not in a story, Bulbasaur." Edwin remarked dryly to the plant-animal hybrid Pokemon.
-Who said we were? I blame my speculation on Professor Oak. Or Tai's paranoia. Whichever suits you.-
His thoughts wandered over to the other girl that he'd seen a moment earlier, mistaken at first to be a Rocket by Tai. He glanced at where she fell down on the forest floor, but pulled back his gaze, as much in fear of making eye contact as perhaps his wariness of the Ghost-type Pokemon that she happened to possess, though not before he saw the elegant person that was Iris.
Such fragility... Tai is indeed not an artist. An artist knows that someone like her would either be crushingly evil- which I don't think is the case here- or not so at all. Tai is too judgemental on someone's clothing and not enough on the actual person. Still, I'm probably making the same mistake, aren't I? Edwin chuckled to himself. A person to acquaint with indeed, if Tai hasn't ruined our two parties' prospects of meeting on friendly terms already.
But what was this? The battle seemed to be progressing quite evenly, Gee matching against Starla's Eevee Leera quite well. Maybe they would gain respect for each other, and in the process goodwill. I certainly hope so.
Before he finished that thought on his calligraphical paper in his mind, however, webs descended upon them with a vengeance. Sticky, white webs, thick with the power of a Pokemon attack, entrapped them all.
"What is this?! Another Rocket trick!! I should've known you two would pull something like this." He vaguely heard Tai shout something above the insectile sounds that enveloped the surroundings around them. This obviously incited Starla's rage, and she roared something back at Tai.
"Oh yeah, because it's just so probable that an ordinary-looking gal like myself would have legions of Bug Pokemon at my command! Do you see any mind-enslaving devices anywhere in near vicinity? Do you see a remote control in my hand, or anywhere for that mater? And if I were hypothically ordering a signal from a tower, do you think I would order an attack in a place like this where no signal can be gotten? Do I look like the kind of girl who spends her days sitting around practicing the PokeFlute to draw in hordes of harmless little buggies I could squash with my bare foot in the first place?!"
Edwin grimaced. So much sarcasm and attrition today; their conflict was still unresolved, it seems. A friendly rivalry might appear of it, though he had no time to continue to ponder the matter as he was dragged into a Pokemon battle of his own.
The ground was covered with those webs, hampering movement, and trapping them. "So; Let's go, Bulbasaur! We have enough experience with bugs. Vine Whip!"
Four vines whipped out from Fushigidane's bulb, wrapping around the four bugs that surrounded Edwin's group. Taking his Pokedex from his pocket, Edwin scanned the green pod-shaped Bug Pokemon that was the only one he hadn't collected information on yet.
METAPOD. The Cocoon Pokemon.
It prepares for evolution by hardening its shell as much as possible to protect its soft body.
The aforementioned green cocoon and the identical cocoon beside it, both equipped with eyes, were easily grabbed by Fushigidane's vines - but catching the little buggers that could actually move were more of a problem, Edwin thought. After all, it was still annoying as ever and having fought a Caterpie a moment ago stood to consolidate that opinion. Yes, bugs were still bugs. He would deposit the insect Pokemon the first thing when they reached Pewter City.
He cast two red-and-white spheres at the immobile green cocoon Pokemon, the moving ones out of his current reach. They engulfed their targets in a fwoosh of energy.
Meanwhile, Bulbasaur continued its struggle against Caterpie and Weedle, who were tackling Bulbasaur furiously but to no avail. Unfortunately, so also were Fushigidane's efforts mostly useless; Edwin glanced at his Pokedex, flicking to the combat statistics pane, filled with weird characters of some obscure language that he couldn't hope to understand.
"What?" Edwin stared at the device in puzzlement. "Ah. Oops." In his hurry, he had accidentally slid the language filter to some other setting. He slid it back and the scramble of symbols corrected themselves into an understandable language. "There we are."
OOC: I assume these Pokedexes are like the ones in Pokemon Special... right? Right? Also, I'm late because I had too much instant hyperness from Pokemon Special. Along with too much MSG.
BULBASAUR:
LEVEL 12
TYPE 1/GRASS
TYPE 2/POISON
ATTACKS:
TACKLE
GROWL
LEECH SEED
VINE WHIP
WEEDLE:
LEVEL 5
TYPE 1/BUG
ATTACKS:
POISON STING
STRING SHOT
"Tch... Bug types." Edwin had studied the elemental matchup tables for a long time; but even an imbecile could have expected that Bug wins against Grass. And Grass attacks were no doubt uneffective. Hmm.
"Let's give this a try. Hold on there, Bulbasaur. Yes, for just a minute." Edwin snatched the second Pokeball on his belt.
-I hope you know what you're doing, Edwin. I'm immune to Weedle's poisonous attacks, but no such luck against Caterpie.- Bulbasaur looked back at its trainer, still waiting for him to give it a command. -Give me something to fight back with.-
"I know, I know.. I'm trying my best. I'm still new at this. Ah... here we are." The statistics for Edwin's Pidgey appeared on-screen.
PIDGEY:
LEVEL 6
TYPE 1/NORMAL
TYPE 2/FLYING
No surprises there.
ATTACKS:
TACKLE
SAND-ATTACK
"No Gust, huh?" Edwin stared at the Pokedex for a while longer, then returned to the combat. "Alright. We'll just have to do our best, Bulbasaur. Vine Whip!"
-Finally. Took you long enough.- Bulbasaur growled back, somewhat chidingly. -Take less time next time; other trainers won't wait for you.- All four vines retracted, then fired themselves simultaneously at Weedle, who had no time at all to even blink, never mind dodge. It was knocked unconscious as Edwin threw his second last Pokeball; the sphere rolled once, twice, then stopped.
"Just the Caterpie left, then." Bulbasaur nodded reassuringly. "You're low on energy. Let's finish this off now! Use Leech Seed!"
But it wasn't a seed that popped out of Fushigidane's bulb; it was a grey powder, permeating the air around the Caterpie. The silver dust gleamed in the air for a few seconds, then settled onto the surrounding areas of Caterpie before disappearing from view entirely, leaving behind a somewhat sooty Caterpie, snoring away on the grass.
"Hmm? That's a new trick." Edwin grinned with excitement.
-Indeed. I had no idea that I had this ability until now.- Bulbasaur nodded in agreement and acknoledgement. -You might want to... maybe... check your green device-thing.-
Edwin brought up his Pokedex to eye level again. The display of Bulbasaur's statistics pane changed. It now read like this:
BULBASAUR:
LEVEL 13
TYPE 1/GRASS
TYPE 2/POISON
ATTACKS:
POISONPOWDER
SLEEP POWDER
LEECH SEED
VINE WHIP
"Very nice." Edwin bent down to pick up the Pokeballs that he had thrown, the captured Bug Pokemon inside. "I'm definitely ditching the Pokemon in my box when we get to Pewter, though." He looked in the direction of their company, and began to walk.
Prodigy - Ok, that personality section is definitely looking more interesting, just be careful not to go too far the other way ;) Overall, though, I reckon that's good enough and you are Accepted!
Name: Robert Julian Ryan (Goes by Jules, Julian or Jude (Jules among his pirate family))
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance: Julian is a taller man, roughly 6 feet and he weighs about 215 pounds. He has a decent athletic build, some muscle but combined with an average sleek build. It's the kind of body you develop living on a boat your whole life. His face is kind and friendly, it is soft and tanned as well as the rest of his skin once again another trait u end up picking up on a boat deck. His hair is shorter and comes off his head in jagged way poking up off his head. Usually most of his blond hair is tucked under his black bandanna. His eyes are a dark hazel and he has side burns of decent size going down either side of his cheeks.
Julian has quite the eccentric outfit to say the least. On his head is a black bandanna and on his chest is a white loose fitting T-shirt and around his chest going from his shoulder to his hip is a black leather belt-like contraption with slots for 6 Pokemon balls. He wears a simple pair of dark colored pants that are draped over by his white shirt and have a drawstring holding them on. He wears a simple pair of sneakers for shoes, he felt they were most appropriate. In colder weather he will wear a gray zip-up sweatshirt over his white T-shirt. He is also fitted with silver rings on each hand that have a cubone skull and crossbones on them. Around his waist he wears a piece of clothe going from one hip to the other and draping down his leg on one side. He carries his possessions in a knapsack he carries on his shoulder.
Personality: Being raised on a ship surrounded by a bunch of thieves and sailors his whole life rubbed off on Julian in a more positive way than would be expected. He has a sense of humor and sarcasm that could only be picked up from being surrounded by a group of "Scurvy Dogs". He isn't a mean person but he has his moments of greed and frustration where he losses the ability to control himself. Luckily though he has a sense of loyalty, I mean... Who says there is no honor among thieves? When Julian wants something he will fight fiercely for it until he finally sees his wishes come to fruition.
History: Julian was born into a family of sailors and merchants and was actually born on a merchant ship. It was though, on this same voyage, that the ship belonging to his family was boarded and both his parents were killed in the confusion of the attack. A young pirate woman by the name of Bonny found baby Julian in his crib in the captains quarters and instead of just leaving him there to rot she adopted him as her own and took him with her onto the pirate ship. She raised him as her own son and taught him everything he would ever need to know about sailing, and a lot he would need to know about stealing... He slowly became a very adept sailor even if he were forced to stay away from the action of the raids.
On his 13th birthday Julian received two gifts that would change his life forever. One was a state of the art laptop requisitioned from a recent raid and the other was his first ever Pokemon ball. Instead of using the Pokemon ball to actually capture a Pokemon, the inquisitive young Julian decided instead that he wanted to know exactly how they worked. He took it apart to its most basic of parts an began studying each and every one of them. He took his search for knowledge online and through pure luck stumbled on a website known simply as, UpGraededForUmz. He flipped through post after post and found out about the revolution of Pokemon ball hacking. He became transfixed and found a family among the community of hackers.
Two years later at the age of 15 Julian committed his first hack-based crime. He borrowed one of Bonny's Pokemon Balls and reprogrammed it so that the Pokemon inside would be branded with the jolly roger of the pirate crew they belonged to. When Bonny found out at first she was, of course angry, but she was amazed at the skill and precision put into his work. She told other members of the crew and slowly as word spread Julian became the on board Pokemon tattoo artist. Soon enough every Pokemon on crew was covered in symbols and jolly rogers giving them a much more fierce appearance.
Another two years passed and Julian was growing frustrated. It was policy on the ship that a crew member must be at least 18 to take part in a raid, Julian was 17 and felt he was more than ready for an assault. He and Bonny would argue for days whether or not it was right for him to fight and Julian finally decided that no matter what Bonny or the Captain said he was going to fight. The next day the ship was attacked by the Navy of the Kanto Region. Julian was preparing to fight when he felt it, a hard object struck him on the back of his head and he fell unconscious to the ground. When he came to he was on a small dingy not to far off from shore. He paddled the boat and took his possessions into the town ahead. He followed his instincts and did the first thing that came to mind, he walked towards the port. there he saw the oh-so familiar pirate ship covered in chains and caution tape.
"Oh crap..." Julian said to himself. He ran towards the towns jail and sure enough several members of the crew were in a cell, one of these members were Bonny. She told him that she had knocked him out before th fight and sent him to shore in a dingy. All the other Pirates were either killed or got the death sentence during the fight. Julian was grateful for the woman who was like a mother to him and immediately tried his best to find out a way to help her. The guard told him that bail was 1,000,000 Dollars for the remaining crew. Julian swore he would return and help Bonny escape. On his way out of the jail he noticed a poster on the wall, it advertised the Pokemon and gave Julian a perfect idea...
"Time for a little gambling I guess!"
Allegiance: Hackers (But really the Pirate crew XD, whatever it takes to get them free)
RP Sample: You've seen my work on multiple occasions but I will submit one if truly necessary.
Pokemon:
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Wingull
Quiet
Male
Level 5
Moves:
Water Gun
Growl
TimelessParadox - Well, you've certainly submitted an...interesting backstory there XD I don't remember mentioning a monetary reward though...nevertheless, that was definitely a good Sign Up and you are Accepted!
Oh, geez. You managed to randomly choose my least favorite Pokémon -- the one that was described as a paperweight in the anime.
This is going to be freaking epic on so many levels it's going to hurt writing the app. XD
I'll go for a Timid male Togepi. Also, will I be able to choose which special ability it has? Because I'm thinking of making a rather cold character, and there's just something cute and fuzzy about the term "Serene Grace."
Oh, geez. You managed to randomly choose my least favorite Pokémon -- the one that was described as a paperweight in the anime.
This is going to be freaking epic on so many levels it's going to hurt writing the app. XD
I'll go for a Timid male Togepi. Also, will I be able to choose which special ability it has? Because I'm thinking of making a rather cold character, and there's just something cute and fuzzy about the term "Serene Grace."
XD That's the second time in a row I've done that, apparently. Yeah, You can choose your ability if you want. Actually, that can apply to Prodigy's Mime Jr. (Soundproof or Filter) and Katherine's Riolu Steadfast or Inner Focus) as well :D
By the way, Prodigy, I'm still waiting to hear what gender/nature you want for Mime Jr.
...So then I went for a completely different idea from my original, but the Timid Togepi with Serene Grace still works. *thumbs up*
Name: Amy Song
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Appearance: Amy is by no means particularly tall or intimidating. In fact, she's quite the opposite. Small and skinny, she doesn't look like she has any particular form of muscle mass to make her look like anything resembling a fighter. Her pale skin seem more evident of a lack of sunlight than actual heritage, and her round face is often more described as cute than fierce. Moreover, her tea-brown eyes give her more of an innocent appearance, given that they're often wide and occasionally watery (when she wants them to be, at least).
In addition to her natural looks, she gives herself a pixie look through her sense of style. For one, she wears her hair very short, cropped, and dyed a fuchsia-pink. Two sets of earrings (silver studs) dot her ears, and on two of her slender fingers, she wears silver bands. Meanwhile, around her neck is a silver, star-shaped pendant, and her right and left wrists are covered with pink and silver bangles and a yellow watch, respectively. She's often seen wearing a spring green, sleeveless top under a pale yellow, short-sleeved sweatshirt with a white hood. A pair of denim shorts held up by a red belt cover from her waist down to a point halfway down her thighs. To complete the look, she wears a pair of brown boots that come up to her knees, and over her shoulder is a canvas messenger bag. Three fake badges (unofficial copies of the Cascade, Rainbow, and Volcano Badges that she'd picked up in a souvenir shop) are attached to the strap.
Personality: On the surface, Amy appears to be a bubbly and carefree kind of person. She's frequently cheerful and optimistic, although she appears to most people to have a good heart. In other words, she's the kind of person who always seems to have a sunny personality, but she's also very outgoing and eager to talk to people. Then, when she talks to someone, she's usually quick to help them out if they need it. To top it off, in this persona, Amy appears airheaded, impulsive, and downright ditzy, sprinkling her sentences with Valley girl-esque "likes" and "you knows."
Beneath that, she's not only sharp and quick to learn, but she's also pretty much a manipulative brat. Her main goal is not so much to win but to benefit. It's not beneath her to use other people, and she's just the kind of person who would gladly talk an innocent soul into cheating or turning against former allies so long as, in the end, Amy gains from whatever happens. She, of course, doesn't see that she's hurting anyone. It's the game of life for her, and if someone gets screwed over, it happens, right? And it naturally doesn't hurt to build up a list of people who owe her favors just by lending a hand or two.
Her underlying attitude towards using people crosses over into how she treats pokémon as well. Ultimately, she believes that if it benefits pokémon, there's nothing wrong with it. She would naturally never intentionally kill a pokémon she owns (because that would mean she loses a valuable tool to help her win another battle down the road), but she's perfectly fine with modifying the crap out of anything she gets to make it stronger. Unfortunately, although she's a quick learner, she's still very, very new to hacking.
History: The youngest of two children of a computer salesman and a housewife in Celadon City, Amy grew up in a house built on gadgets. Her father would always come home and talk about the latest computers that arrived in the shop, and with employee discounts, he often had the opportunity to bring home a model or two. Moreover, with her father's salary and his love of new technology, everything in the Song household was cutting-edge, from television sets to toasters. Her brother, of course, was thrilled and reveled in playing with any new devices his father brought home. Amy and her mother, however, were more indifferent.
Her mother, for one, was more of a traditionalist who spent most of her time at the Celadon Gym, taking flower-arranging classes. Often, she would insist on bringing Amy along, but it soon became apparent to her that Amy had no interest in participating. In fact, Amy saw her mother's hobbies and her father's gadgets as being boring, and she found herself envying their numerous neighbor children and their toys. Slightly distraught at the revelation that her son had more interest in his father while her daughter had no interest in anyone, Amy's mother tried to share other experiences with the girl: cooking, sewing, art – anything she could try with her daughter. None of them caught Amy's attention long enough to satisfy her mother. Eventually, however, she tried one last activity: shopping. She bought things for her daughter, and for once, Amy took interest. Unlike the things her father brought home – the things that were immediately taken by her brother and tinkered with – these were just for her.
As a result, Amy grew close to her mother, and her mother frequently took her out to shop. Slowly but surely, Amy grew spoiled, and this part of her was only perpetuated when she was old enough to enter school. Accustomed to being pampered by her mother at that point, it was a bit of a shock to her to find herself actually interacting with the children she'd envied earlier in life, ones who didn't seem to care who she was. So, in order to maintain the "good feeling" she got from being treated as a princess, Amy quickly learned how to interact with the other children – how to talk to them and say what they want to hear so they would be more than willing to be her friends.
So, Amy developed into a social butterfly, manipulating people into giving her what she wanted, be it attention or general help. She was always seen traveling in a pack of other children throughout her younger years, all the way up until she turned ten. That year, she noticed something new. Other kids started diverting their attention away from her and to the opportunity to start a pokémon journey. One by one, her "friends" peeled away from her to become trainers, coordinators, almost anything. Of course, at first, Amy felt furious at the fact that something was driving the people she needed away from her. So, she spent the next couple of years at home with her family.
Then, when she was twelve, her father brought home a porygon, a new kind of "gadget" that he'd been able to get from the local Game Corner after a night with associates. At first, Amy tried not to take interest in it, but when her brother took it with more enthusiasm than she'd ever seen from him, she started to wonder what it was about pokémon that got everyone so excited. After all, she couldn't say no to something that might have been trendy. So, the next day, she asked her brother about the porygon and pokémon in general. Thus, he was the one who taught her about pokémon, what they could do, and what most people did with them. When she realized what the Celadon Gym was, that immediately got her attention. Badges, tournaments, money, fame, people following champions around like sheep – all of it made Amy's eyes widen.
Still, she wasn't ready to start out. She wanted to know how pokémon could get stronger. Her brother offered her first the legal ways: training, vitamins, hold items, choosing the right nature, and more and more. Then, only after that, he showed her what he was doing to his porygon.
Amy's brother, apparently, had learned over the years the ins and outs of computers just by tampering with the ones his father brought home and reading about them on the internet. It took him awhile, but he eventually learned how to do more advanced things – namely, hacking pokémon. His porygon was the first guinea pig he experimented with. Its color turned from pink and blue to blue and white at first, but then, he began doing things like changing its natural ability from Download to Trace, teaching it Tri-Attack at a low level without TMs, and, eventually, evolving it without even using a trading machine. Amy was thoroughly impressed by how much he'd shaped that porygon. So impressed that she spent the next couple of years trying to learn how to do it herself.
Although Amy didn't have a pokémon of her own, she spent most of her free time when she was thirteen and fourteen reading about pokémon and hacking on the internet. Her mother took it to mean that Amy was suddenly growing more and more disinterested in her, so once again, the matron of the family started shopping for Amy again. However, this time, Amy asked for only one thing: a pokémon of her own.
The wish troubled her mother, but of course, she couldn't turn down her daughter's request. It took her several months of trying to find the perfect pokémon, but finally, on Amy's fifteenth birthday, her mother presented her with a poké ball. Eagerly, Amy opened it, and at once, she was slightly disappointed.
Her mother had gotten her a female togepi, a pokémon that had no offensive attacks at a low level.
However, Amy did her best to hide her disappointment and thanked her mother with a smile. That night, under the watchful eyes of her brother, she began experimenting. The first one was a complete failure, and its only result was the fact that she accidentally changed her togepi's gender from male to female. This, unfortunately, caused the togepi to transform from a bubbly and talkative pokémon to a withdrawn, shy creature. Noticing the sharp change in personality, Amy's brother advised her not to continue, but Amy, having thought nothing of what she had done (because at least the thing was still alive), tried one other code. This tapped into moves other togepi might have learned from their parents – moves not normally learned by togepi on their own. As a result, however, Togepi got his only remotely offensive move: Present.
At that point, Amy's brother stopped her from doing anything further, having realized Amy wasn't about to give up the computer until she was satisfied with how strong her new togepi was. Irritated by her brother's intervention, Amy decided to pretend (at least) to take his other advice and go on the road. Her brother worried that she was leaving for the wrong reasons (namely, to run her pokémon into the ground by training them to be perfect), and her mother mostly worried that she was losing her baby. Nonetheless, eager to go out there and sample life, the world, and new social circles to dominate, Amy was dead-set in leaving. Only a short while later, with Togepi by her side, she walked out of town and headed for parts as of yet unknown.
It took Max a beat to realize the girl in pink was addressing him. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he shrugged and tilted his head.
"A pact? What the hell are you on about?"
Suddenly, something dawned on him. He pulled at his sweatshirt and examined his pin, then removed his hand and glanced at the timer. All of a sudden, everything made perfect sense.
"Oh, I get it," he said. "This is a reality show, isn't it? Where're the cameras?"
He glanced around as his mouth spread into a smile. Already, he was mentally sizing up each window and object in the nearest vicinity in an attempt to figure out which one might have held a camera. Mailboxes, objects in store windows, hats… His eyes briefly flicked to each one by one before going back to the girl as she shouted who knew what about things he didn't really pay an ounce of attention to. All he knew by then was that it must have been some elaborate network scheme.
Well, he was certainly one to play along.
"All right. I'll make a pact with you. And to start off…"
He darted forward and drew back his leg with the intent on punting the frog that pinned down his to-be partner. His body ducked to the side as he tensed his leg and put all his strength into the kick.
This thing's gonna fly sky-high, he thought with a smirk.
And then, he swung forward. His foot connected with the rump of the frog, and with an indifferent blink, it rose only a few inches.
Max backed up. Of course that struck him as odd. Even though he could feel that it was fairly heavy for a frog, it should have at least moved a little. But this… this didn't even flinch.
"What's going on?" he muttered as he looked at his hands.
Before he could stop to think about it, the frog turned and blinked at him. His sunglasses slipped down the bridge of his nose as he realized that it finally noticed him and probably wasn't at all pleased that he literally tried to kick its rear.
"Uh… oh. Crap. Come on!" he shouted to the girl. "We've gotta get out of here!"
With that, he darted around to the girl's side and reached down for her hand.
Hmm, well, its a little late, but the actual SU is good - its interesting to finally see a character who has a Japanese name because they are Japanese. You are Accepted!
However, I haven't heard signs of a Sign Up from Katherine so sorry, but I have to drop your reservation. The spot will be offered to Dutchesse instead. Some of you have been waiting a while though, so the first chapter should (hopefully) be up soon.
Chapter 1 - Pallet Town
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Ok, I'm not going to spend long on this because we all know how it works -you're heading to Professor Oak's lab to get your starter Pokemon (unless, of course, you already have it) as well as your Pokedex and Pokeballs. (NB: to save having inane posts later where you're just buying Pokeballs, I won't bother keeping track of how many you have).
You should look out for one thing, though: Professor Oak is a staunch supporter of the natural way of raising Pokeomn and he might be a little irate if you happen to mention that yours is, or will be, modified.
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