Showgan -- Standing On Edge (Invitational)

[Alter Ego]

Right'o. As the title states, this RP is invitational, meaning that you are only allowed to participate if you've recieved a personal invite from me although everyone is of course free to read. As such, I already know your RPing skills so a sample will not be necessary. This RP will start as soon as we have the profiles of all involved, which should be either Monday or Tuesday.

Plot:

In ages past, when humans had only begun their ascent towards the dominant position they hold today, an ancient and mythical being remembered only as the Lifebringer grew tired of the greedy and selfish ways of the humans encroaching on her home, abandoning her nesting place in Hoenn and setting of towards new lands in search of a place where she would be beyond the reach of the corruptive ways that 'civilization' seemed to entail. Alas, she soon came to discover that there was no such place to be found. The human populace had already spread itself across every continent, and wherever the Lifegiver tried to hide, the hunters would come, those who sought to use her powers to their own selfish ends.

Finally, the Lifegiver came to the conclusion that if there ever was to be a sanctuary in which she would be safe from the corruption of the world she would have to create one herself. Calling upon every last ounce of power in her body, she summoned up a massive continent from the seas, filling it with verdant plantlife and creating a veritable utopia. Pleased with her handiwork and desiring company, the Lifegiver then called out for all the opressed pok?mon of the world to join her, soon forming an efficient ecosystem on the young continent in which the laws of nature prevailed. Realizing that, despite her power, she couldn't keep humans from discovering her creation forever, the Lifegiver decided to settle for a compromise. Hand-picking the humans she considered to be purest of heart and bringing them to the new continent, assigning them with the task of building up a pure civilization, one in which humans and pok?mon would work together in harmony, as equals. Believing that they had been chosen by nothing short of an all-powerfull deity, the humans were quick to abide the Lifegiver's instructions, quickly settling across the new homeland which they named Showgan and often praising the Lifegiver with works of art and song.

Pleased that her chosen ones were performing their duties, but worried that they would get out of hand in her absence, the Lifegiver decided that only by leaving behind a reliable heir could she ensure that Showgan remained as it was meant to be.

And so, the Lifegiver called upon her powers once more, managing with considerable effort to procure an egg and watching over it for the whole hatching process- The egg yielded a surprise however; as the shell finally cracked it turned out that the Lifegiver had not only given birth to a child, she had given birth to twins; brother and sister.

The sister was a lithe and elegant creature, pink in colour with light blue eyes. This child came to embody the creative and youthfull side of the Lifegiver's personality as well as her love for nature and all things beautifull, she quickly began roaming the continent, a beautiful sight that seemed to inspire newfound creativity and joy in all who beheld her, the name of Mew quickly became known amongst the people of Showgan. This child was not without fault however, acting with a child's impulsiveness and lack of heed for the consequences of her actions, Mew often left behind scenes of unintentional destruction, soon proving to be far too unreliable an heir to be entrusted with the fate of a whole continent.

The brother stood in stark contrast to her sibling, light green in colour and moving in a careful and orderly manner, the only things that this child seemed to have in common with his sibling was his light blue eye colour and his love for nature. The child soon came to be known as Celebi, although only by those who payed close attention, for he seldom travelled beyond the verdant forests where he enjoyed dwelling. Celebi was by all means a far more peacefull and contemplative child, exhibiting wisdom far beyond his years; always acting with great consideration to the consequences his actions held for those around him and tirelessly working to preserve his mother's creation. Celebi often followed in his sister's wake, discreetly healing the damage that Mew's actions caused the land.

It soon became obvious that the two siblings could agree on very little and were thus incapable of efficiently watching over the continent together, so it fell to the Lifegiver to decide on her heir, and while the choice seemed clear and right she found herself hesiant to make it. While it was true that Celebi was by far better in conserving the state of the land, the Lifegiver could not help but notice that while the people were content under his rule, that was all that they were; content, but never truly excited, thrilled, or ecstatic, and Celebi failed to inspire the same kind of artistic and social achievements that Mew's often contradictory appearances sparked. Not wanting to deprive her people of either, the Lifegiver finally came to a decision; both siblings would take turns to rule. But to avoid turning they system predictable by just swapping between the two at regular intervals, the ruler of each year would be decided by the simplest unpredictable means possible; the toss of a coin. If the coin showed heads, Celebi would rule, keeping the people and lands safe and prosperous, and if the coin showed heads Mew would rule, allowing the people of Showgan to live to their fullest for both good and bad.

Having assigned the duty of tossing the coin to the most trusted of her humans, the Lifegiver finally layed herself to rest deep within the earth, dreaming contented dreams of the utopia she had created.

And so time passed; the memory of the Lifegiver fading to history, the history fading to legend, the legend fading to myth, and the words and laws she had left behind vanishing to the sands of time, the power of her children fading. Before long, Showgan became modernized, those who still maintained the old ways becoming ever fewer, and the yearly ceremony of the coin becoming viewed as little more than an amusing tradition, a tourist attraction and an excuse to start partying.

This year's ceremony, however, yeilded results that caused widespread panic and concern among those who still believed; as the oldest of the elders performed the ceremony, the ancient object did something that had never before been witnessed; it landed on edge, standing there in front of the gathered people in open defiance of the laws of physics. It did not matter how many times the coin was tossed, the result was always the same; this year, neither sibling would rule.

Although most dismissed this as mere coincidence and superstisious mumbo-jumbo, it is unquestionable that strange things are afoot in Showgan; scattered sightings of strange creatures roaming the countryside, heat waves, blizzards and thunderstorms appearing with little or no warning and dissapearing just as suddenly as they came, all seem to make both sides defend their views more stubbornly, although few know as the good people of the weather control facility have quite promptly informed the public that any information of such is confidential. What's more, a formerly fairly light-hearted criminal organization known as the Neon Knights, which has always held a reputation for upholding the rules of honour and good sportsmanship and has actually proven instrumental in keeping the more dangerous organizations like Team Rocket out of Showgan has suddenly taken a major turn for the worse; acting in a crule and ruthless manner, seemingly with the sole aim of creating as much profit and chaos as possible.

Regardless, even in these times there are young trainers eager to start of their careers and travel through Showgan in search of their goals; be it fame, fortune, power, knowledge, or just the thrill of the adventure itself. And of course, the gyms and countless trainers across the continent are quite happy to oblige.

Sign-up sheet (For reference purposes):

Name:
Gender:
Age:
Appearance:
Personality:
Pok?mon: Only first-stage ones and no more than 2.
Other: (Please, don't use this field to tell intriciate backstories. I left out the 'history' field for the same reason, backstories should be revealed as the RP progresses.)

I will have my own up shortly, but my internet connection is being a real pain at the moment and I wouldn't want all this text to dissapear if it crashes.

 

[Random Plushie]

Name: Kayley Silph
Gender: Female
Age: 13

Appearance: She has long, chocolate brown hair that she always wears in a ponytail, rarely taking it down. While it's in a ponytail, it falls down to her waist, meaning she has very long hair. Her eyes, however, are hazel in color, although for some reason they match her hair perfectly. Kayley is very tall for her age--5 feet, 10 inches, or 1.75 meters tall.

She wears a creamy-white hooded sweater, which she never seems to take off, unless it's way too hot, which isn't too often for her, since sometimes she seems immune to temperature. Underneath that is a pale, mint-green T-shirt that one rarely sees because she wears her sweater all the time. She also wears navy blue pants, not jeans, mind you.

To hold items, mostly gadgets from Silph Co., she wears a light brown sling bag.

Personality: This girl has a bit of a rounded personality. She is usually very friendly, and tries to be outgoing, although it certainly isn't her best trait. In fact, Kayley often withdraws into her own thoughts, so much in fact that she doesn't even know what's going on around her. In other words, Kayley can be very oblivious, often daydreaming about what could be and what could have been. Aside from that, she is fond of her Pokemon, and tends to spend more time with Fishy, though unconsiously.

Pokémon: Mudkip [Male] (Fishy), Ponyta [Female] (Razz)

Other:

There is one object that she carries with her at all times--never, ever leaving her side, besides her Pokemon. It is kept in a solid black case that looks somewhat like a briefcase, although more rectangular in shape.


....Kayley also has a strong bond with Fishy.. Much stronger than anyone would ever think. So deep, in fact, that she can understand his speech--but only his. Actually, even parts of Razz' speech has become understandable to her. She can't comprehend every word, but still.. She considers this talent perfectly normal.

But this must have a limit as well. Kayley can only begin to comprehend the speech patterns of Pokemon that she has been around for a long period of time.




Gawd, I typed up all that precious history for nothing?

..That's right. Half an hour. Sitting on my bed. Typing. For naught.

..Oh well.

 

[Alter Ego]

Gah >.< Forgot the personality and appearnace fields. Hang on...*Edits*

There. All better now...

 

[Random Plushie]

Otay. It's all good now. ^.~

*waits for Yibber*

 

[Alter Ego]

Stupid post-chache-whatever memory erasing meh sign-up. *Grumbles* This one had better get through...

Name: Raistlin LeBlaque ('Rai' for short, although he might introduce himself as something else. ^.~)
Gender: Male
Age: 14

Appearance: A tall and slender boy for his age, Rai has blonde hair, which is usually kept about shoulder length, light blue eyes and a fairly average complexion; not tanned but not pale either. As clothing goes, it tends to vary with the occasion, although when he's out on his 'adventures' he tends to wear a white shirt, black pants, and a pair of black shoes so as to not look to conspicious, although all of these clothes are, of course, made of the finest possible materials which quite easily give him away to anyone paying close attention.. He also carries a pendant which consists of a translucent, clear blue stone on a gold chain. This pendant is a family heirloom which he is very fond of, and quite often even wears, despite the risk of being recognized that it entails.

Personality: A kind and intelligent young man, Raistlin's personality has largely been shaped by his upper-class upbringing. Homeschooled since his early childhood and kept within the confines of his hometown for almost his entire life, Raistlin is still naive about the ways of the world, failing to understand that not everyone abides by the rules of honour and good manners. He always tries his best to be friendly and polite with everyone, no matter how rude they might act, believing that there is good in everyone if you just look deep enough and if he ever gets angry or frustrated with something he rarely lets it show, not wanting to burden others with his own concerns. Freedom is something that Raistlin values very highly, and as such, while he's more than happy to be friendly with everyone, he is reluctant to become too attached to people, an approach which has left him with very few, if any, true friends. Raistlin also dabbles in 'white lies', although only to help people or for harmless pranks and prefers to keep certain secrets from others around him. Having never experienced a failed scheeme, Raistlin is very confident in the success of whatever plans he concocts, with exception of one particular matter in which all of his confidence seems to dissipate. Overall, Raistlin tends to be a rather reckless young man and would probably already have met an untimely end, were it not for the aid of his ever-watchfull Scyther, Ashura.

Pok?mon: Treecko [Male] (Chupon), Scyther [Female] (Ashura)

Other: Although he doesn't know it himself, Raistlin's family has a certain connection to the Neon Knights, one which could prove quite troublesome in the near future. He also has a fairly good understanding of what his pok?mon are trying to tell him. Not a word-to-word one, but rather, an understanding of the fundamental message. Although he does get it wrong at times.

 

[Ibuberu]

No pressure the angel!
Geez,me sister was hogging the comp.XD

*stares at Titan accusingly*
Plushie,I also bothered to write up a History,and now its all down the drain.T_T
No matter.*evil glint*

Name-Jena Minane
Gender-Female
Age-14
Pokemon-Mudkip-Male(Cascade),Ralts-Female(Ryne)

Appearance-
Jena wears a normal shirt,the top of it is colored black,while the bottom is white in color.The girl wears a knee high shirt and long black pants underneath.Unlike most people,she wears an odd pair of boots rather than normal shoes.She wears black bands on her arms to hold her pokeballs.She carries a bag to keep all her possesions,which is secured loosely round her waist.The girl has dark blue eyes.Her hair falls to mid-back and is of a solid black color, her long,un-kept frinch has a tendency fall over her right eye now and again.

Personality-

Jena has a rather complex attitude,she helps when needed,does what she can and looks out for her pokemon.Friends too(If she had them that is…). While the girl can be talkative, she usually wuithdraws from any conversations she finds that she doesn't need to comment on. Them, being the topic of one's family, past, present, future hopes...
Though, Jena can also be good-tempered,never fussing over trivial matters,rarely getting angry at all. Usually never thinking twice or fretting on trying new things. Strong-willed on an overall basis, she can be independent at times,while needing help the next.She doesn't want people to meddle with her life,not wanting to burden them. Mostly keeping quiet, being secretive, not wanting anyone to know about her background, secrets, thoughts or...her, simply.Thus, she decides to silence herself at certain points of time, telling herself never to get close to anyone. They could turn against her any moment, at any given time. She could do the same to them. And yet, at the same time, Jena never expects, not even a single thought, of anyone feeling for her.

Lastly, the girl lacks one important aspect-Self Confidence.

Other-Jena instead of being a pokemon trainer,hopes that one day,she can become a top Pokemon Coordinator,and participate in contests all around the reigon.Earning a name to herself, her pokemon and maybe even her family.
She doesn't understand her pokemon by the tones of their growls and voices.Instead,she observes their movements.Well,she still barely understands,but loves them all the same!


Muaahahahahahahah…….Done…finally..
Yay!!!*runs screaming around thread*

 

[Fls4eva]

Name: Silver Winphe
Gender: Female
Age: 11

Appearance: Silver wears a pink colour biker's helmet over her hair which she never takes off.. She wears a creamy purple colour sleeveless shirt and three-quarter jeans most of the time.. Sometimes for a change, she replaces her jeans with a milky colour long skirt.. Is of the perfect height and weight for girls of her age..

Personality: Daring and has plenty of self-confidence.. Due to some stuff that happened to her when she was younger, she became temperamental.. She's a bit of an extrovert..

Pokémon: Swablu♂(Yuraki) and Bagon♂(Miruka)

Other: She trains herself really hard hoping to revenge her parents one day.. She's the one who opposes to the Neon Knights the most thinking that they were responsible for killing her parents when she was young...

 

[Light_Azumarill]

Yayness! Nah, AE, I'm alright to post on here. I'm sad but I find that getting my mind off of it and trying to have fun is good for me to do. ^-^

*sees a bunch of girls and one guy in the RP so far* Hm... gender bending time!!! ^___^


Name: Zachary

Gender: Male (OMG! I'm a guy!!)

Age: 13

Appearance: Zachary likes to keep things simple, so he usually wears some color of a T-shirt, and his trusty sweat-jacket over it. He keeps his jacket open unless it's particularly cold or raining. He wears a pair of jeans that look quite worn-in and has a pair of sunglasses (his most coveted possession! XD). His hair is a nice, short, fluffy light brown, and he has hazel eyes. He's pretty okay-looking, but nothing to drool over, and he certainly doesn't think of himself that way at all.

Personality: Zachary's a goof. He's always screwing things up too; not on purpose mind you, but on accident. He's highly accident-prone, and for this reason many people are afraid to give him things to handle. He's got a cheery personality, and is very carefree. He takes hard times quite well, and thinks of himself as lucky if he escapes danger alive. When it comes to thinking of himself, he doesn't like to. He's very modest, and gets shy quite easily when the conversation turns to himself. When people mess with his friends though, he gets really angry and protective. He has little respect for evil people, and people that get pleasure off of others' pain. His pokemon, Ron the Aron, is a pokemon that used to be owned by such a person, and if Zachary ever met up with that guy... things would not be pretty.

Pokémon: Aron (Ron) and he's male. Well, hopefully he is with the name 'Ron'.

Other: Um... why does everyone but Plushie have question marks after their pokemon?? O.o Nevermind! I'm a silly person. ^^

 

[Alter Ego]

Yay! Five sign-ups! Here's hoping that Charon-chan will get hers done tommmorrow. ^^

And tis' a good thing with the gender-bending. 4:2 is not a bad gender balance ratio, but 1:5? Erm, that would have been a bit too much. Anyhow, question marks you say? That's odd, they look like gender symbols on my computer. o_O

 

[Light_Azumarill]

Ah! They're gender symbols! I should have known that. ^^; I'm on my laptop for today, an older computer, and the gender symbols just show up as question marks. Heh. And it should be interesting to play as a boy; something I rarely do unless there's an unfair ratio that I notice.

When's Charon's trip end? Today? I think it was either today or tomorrow wasn't it?

 

[Alter Ego]

Well, that explains a thing or two. ^^ And yes, gender-bending can certainly be interesting in it's own right, Although sometimes I get the feeling that people look at me funny when I RP females o_O. It's been a while since I've done it myself actually, would probably have done it for this one if not for the imbalance and a certain other thing...one which I shall not mention at the moment. ^^

As for Charon's trip...I think she said that she'd be back on Monday although she might not have the time to do her sign-up then so it might be delayed until Tuesday. Regardless, it shouldn't be long now.

 

[Random Plushie]

Dang.. I'm the only one who actually forgot to state the genders of me Pokemon. o_O

*walks over to edit button*

 

[Ibuberu]

Oh yayness!!!!!
One(or two)more days!!!!!
PWHHEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*explodes*

*then waits patiently for Charon-chan*

Oh,I'll go and edit me pokemon's gender thingys too.*follows Plushie to edit button*

And go Lighti!!
Gender bending,two boys are better than one!XD

 

[Charon]

{ooc| Shan naro, I'm always the last one in! Ah well. The trip was a success... I'm currently sitting at my computer desk munching my way through a chocolate bunny.

Okay, Alter, would it be better if I played a male? If the whole 4:2 thing gets too much... I quite like playing guys, it's a laugh. I just quote all my male friends. xD I've got another character lined up for a med/fant rp, but I can easily edit him...}

Name: Maxie Hart
Age: 14
Gender: Female
Appearance: Dresses in baggy, stone-washed denim dungarees, with rips at the knee. She wears them over a green t-shirt which reads 'Make love & peace', and wears a chain around her neck with two dog-tags on. In her back pocket she keeps a locket - however, all that is ever showing is the chain.
Maxie wears large, leather gloves that go half-way up her forearm, and big skate-style trainers. Her hair is black but tinted with purple, and almost always tied in two stubby plaits. When down, it reaches just past her shoulders. This is very rare, however. Maxie's eyes are a light shade of purple, streaked with strains of black.
Personality: she is a hard-faced, arrogant girl, with a short temper and a vicious streak. Maxie is the sort of person that would cut her nose off to spite her face, and always has to have the last word.
She is also extremely compassionate – she hates all the way, and loves all the way. She would her put her life on the line to save a stranger, as long as they didn't answer back. An extremely proud creature, Maxie holds a grudge; once you offend her, she'll snap at you for years.
Pokemon:
Zubat -> Fang. Male. (Timid Nature)
Grimer -> What-A-Mess. Female. (Sassy nature)

Other: has an extremely strong bond with her Zubat. Not much is known about it, but she's rarely seen without him. No one knows what they get up to during the night, but often the pair trek in at morning, both sporting similar injuries. Fang is extremely passive and understanding, the exact opposite of his trainer.

 

[Alter Ego]

OOC: Tis' fine the way it is Charon. 4:2 is an okay ratio and with all the PM discussing that has been done it would be a shame to just pull a last-minute switch. ^^

Now then...

RPing time!

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Oh, and one more thing; for the sake of sanity, when translating pokétalk just put what they're saying in brackets like these; { } rather than writing lines upon lines of gibberish, m'kay? When it's not necessary to know what they're saying then just write ordinary pokétalk.

Cue sneaky intro-thing...

IC:

It was a perfectly still and quiet night in Kingsfield city, a fairly strong northern breeze blowing through the deserted streets, past the practically identical little white houses with their red roofs and small, square-shaped gardens which all seemed to be growing the same plants, all lined up symmetrically alongside the carefully proportioned streets. If one would have been looking at Kingsfield from above, one would quickly have noticed that the geometric shape formed by the streets themselves spelled out 'Kingsfield' in ancient Showgan runes, the surrounding mountains creating a frame for the symbol. Although this, of course, hinged heavily on that one knew how to read in a language that had virtually ceased to be a good millenia ago.

At the moment, no such people were present, or if they were then they were asleep in their beds like all decent people were at such an hour. Yes, it was a quiet night. The only noises disturbing the silence being the quiet breathing and occasional movements of the two men standing guard outside the elegantly shaped gate of a large manor, a large and well maintained structure with a fairly sizeable garden in front, the entire structure cut off from the rest of the city by a high wall, its crest tipped with elegant decorations which, while undoubtedly decorative, were just as undoubtedly very sharp. Incidentally, the building formed the central part in the rune for 'King'. The guards outside of it, donning identical uniforms, simple but neat, complete with the shades that seemed to be a practical necessity for hired muscle these days, both carrying a single pokéball on their belts, were oblivious to this however, and quite frankly, it wouldn't really have made any real difference even if they'd known.

"Buggrit." the guard on the right, a somewhat gangly man in his late twenties with light brown hair which had been ruffled by the wind, muttered, stamping his feet and rubbing his hands together in an attempt to keep the chill out as another gale came sweeping past. "What's with these uniforms? All that good money put to use and yet they can't even keep the bloody wind out. How do they expect anyone to keep a sharp lookout when you can't stand still for a moment without freezing your arse of?" He turned to his companion, a slightly shorter and far more muscularly built man, who was completely bald and, unlike his partner, seemed to be completely unbothered by the cold, hoping for some kind of support on the matter.

"You wish to adress a complaint?" the other guard, apparently the more experienced one, asked in an icily polite tone "Very well then, I shall inform her ladyship that you do not consider your wage adequate for the endangering of your posterior." he smirked at the rabbit-in-the-headlights look that appeared on the other man's face "Or perhaps you'd like to be transferred." the bald one continued, seemingly taking no notice of the other one's discomfiture "How does...gym duty sound?"

"G-gym duty?" his partner echoed, casting a nervous glance towards the Kingsfield gym, a building within which permanent cold was maintained at all times, its mirrored walls even now seeming to radiate a penetrating cold into their surroundings. "I-I don't know what you mean...complain?" he fiddled a bit with his uniform, his hands then beginning to make hasty gestures to illustrate his words "Oh no no noo." he said, in a tone that was supposed to sound jolly "I would not wish to bother her ladyship with such trivial concerns, twas' nothing but a slip of the tongue. Please ignore-"

His sentence was cut short however, as the sound of shattering glass suddenly filled the air, soon surrounded by the piercing noise of an alarm going off.

"You stay here!" the older guard commanded gruffly, rushing of towards the sound of the noise and unclipping his pokéball just in case.

As he arrived at the scene, the source of the noise quickly became evident; one of the large windows at the front had been shattered by means of a brick throw in, although how this had come to pass one would never know and the house guards were in an uproar, several of them having gathered in the area, pokéballs at the ready, just like the bald one had, and all of them seemed equally confused of how anyone could have thrown a brick with such precision from the other side of the wall. Meanwhile, unnoticed in the commotion, a small gecko chuckled for himself, darting of amongst the canopy until he reached his destination.

"Good job, Chupon." a fairly young male voice said quietly, a crimson beam appearing from the vegetation and quickly scooping up the Treecko before the voice's owner began striding towards the main gate.

As all of this went on, the younger guard, now experiencing serious unease, continued to keep watch of his surroundings as best he could, beads of sweat running across his forehead and his hand standing at nearly constant alert by the solitary pokéball on his belt. He nearly jumped up in shock as he felt a gentle tap on his shoulder, turning around to spot a rather tall, although strangely youthfull looking man with blonde hair, dressed in a guardsman's uniform similar to his own, standing on the other side of the gate, his light blue eyes now focused on the guard in front of him and his mouth bent into a polite smile. Behind him, a sizeable Scyther stood, looking all but friendly as it brandished its bladed arms at the guard, the mantis pokémon's body language clearly indicating that it was ready to chop him to pieces at the slightest mistake.

"Excuse me colleuge." the blonde one said in the same kind of polite voice that the bald guardsman had been using, probably standard among the more experienced personell, the younger guard assumed, "I and my Scyther here have been dispatched to conduct a sweep of the surroundings, just in case we might still catch the culprit, but it seems that I have misplaced my key-chain. Would you be so kind as to open this gate for us?"

"But..." the guardsman began uncertainly, beginning to fiddle with his key chain, "My boss said that I should never-"

"Your boss?" the blonde one interrupted in a continuously polite tone, the eyes of the Scyther behind him narrowing slightly "This is a demanding occupation and I understand your need to please your immediate supperiors, I truly do, but allow me to stress this..." the blonde one leaned forward, locking eyes with the guardsman in front of him, "I am under direct orders from lady Isabel herself. Should I fail to carry them out, I will surely be punished most severely..." there was a sad look in his eyes, and what seemed like a hint of emotion mixed into his voice as he continued "And...please understand, this is not a treath, but...the lady has a tendency to punish all those she deems responsible for failures. And...you must understand how it would look if I was forced to report that I couldn't get past the gate because you refused to let me." he shook his head in a sad way, the Scyther behind him mimicking the cutting of a troath.

"Erm..." the guardsman muttered, now sweating profusely as he pictured the scene "I-" his eyes flicked to the Scyther once more. It was truly a magnificent specimen, lithe, gracefull, in a most lethal kind of way, and obviously well trained. Certainly anyone in posession of such a pokémon had to be a high-ranking guardsman. "Of course." he said at last, fumbling for a moment before he managed to procure the right key and unlock the gate, clumsily holding it up as the boy and his Scyther exited the premises through it.

"You have my gratitude." the blonde one said, turning to the guardsman and bowing dramatically "And let it not be said that captain Pendragon is one to forget his debts. I shall put in a good word for you with the lady."

"Oh...th-thank you sir!" the guardsman replied, relief evident in his expression as his clumsily returned the bow. "Good luck on your task!"

"Likewise." the blonde one replied, placing a hand on the Scyther's back and whispering something into its ear. The mantis pokémon nodded, its outline suddenly becoming blurry and causing the guardsman to blink. As his eyes opened again, the boy was nowhere in sight, causing the guard to rub his eyes and wonder, for a moment, if he had not imagined the whole thing. But of course he hadn't, after all, he was still holding the gate open, something which his superior was quick to note.

"Reeve!" the bald one roared, rushing over to the guardsman and grabbing him by the shoulder, shaking him briskly. "What the heck do you think you are doing?! We are under strict orders not to let anyone out!"

"But-" Reeve stuttered, now feeling completely nonplused "But-I had to let captain Pendragon-"

"Captain Pendragon?!" his superior repeated, almost stoking on his rage "What are you babbling about imbecile?! There is no captain who goes by that name!"

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Meanwhile, just a few blocks away, the blonde one who was not a captain and who, incidentally, was not named Pendragon either ran down the streets, chuckling for himself as he made his way to the train station, his Treecko had been unleashed from its pokéball as well and was running as well, trying his best to keep up with his trainer. The little wood gecko was slightly chubby for his age, something which gave him considerable difficulties in keeping up with his well-rounded trainer, not to mention the Scyther who seemed like she hadn't been working at all, despite having had to drag her trainer's weight along with her own just a moment ago.

"Perfect!" the boy called out to his pokémon, grinning broadly at the both of them before breaking of into another fit of laughter at the whole thing "We'll be well on our way to Zephyr Town long before they catch on to us!"

The Scyther snorted dissaprovingly, obviously not agreeing with this scenario at all. Chupon on the other hand seemed excited by the prospect of travel, grinning as best he could as he tried to keep up.

As the trio closed in on the Kingsfield train station, proud to opperate twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, the boy suddenly slowed his pace, grinding to a halt just by the entrance and sneaking of into a nearby alley where he discarded his uniform, revealing a white shirt, its sleeves almost reaching his elbows, and a pair of black pants. Not particularly special-looking, although anyone with a fashion sense would surely note the unusually high quality of the materials and the way that they seemed to fit him just right.

"Now then, on to phase two of our little adventure." the boy said, "Chupon, Ashu, I need to keep you two out of sight for a while, just in case."

The Treecko looked a bit disheartened as he was returned, but the Scyther simply nodded, obviously not caring about witnessing the events anyhow.

The boy then walked into the train station, a large and rather old stone building, its wide halls and numerous little stores completely desolate except for a few people here and there who were apparently switching trains. As he walked over to the storage boxes, the boy couldn't help finding it hard to believe that a space this huge could ever be filled by people, as it was during most weekdays. After a small amount of time spent searching, the boy found his own storage box, procuring a key with which to open it from his pocket and pulling out the fairly large and neatly kept grey backpack which he had stashed there beforehand, carefully inserting the uniform into an empty pocket before slinging the backpack over his shoulder and walking of to catch his train, a simple flick of his pass (The company made a point of distributing them to members of important families to 'Foster good relations' as it were.) allowing him entry. Feeling ecstatic yet worn out by his escapades at the same time, the boy quickly found himself an empty compartment in the train, placing the backpack on the seat beside him and leaning back, slowly falling to sleep as the train nudged forward and began its journey towards Zephyr Town, dreaming dreams of travel and adventure. Dreams of flying free like the Swellows that he had seen flying over the mansion so many times, his hand absent-mindedly travelling to a delicate gold chain around his neck, finding its way to the stone at its end, concealed beneath his shirt, and grasping it tightly. Outside, the sun finally begun its ascent, creating a spectacular show of colours in the horizon for those who cared to watch.

 

[Charon]

{ooc| *sings* fly your way on my zephyr, we'll find a place together~! Nun nun nun, nu- okay, I'll stop now… *looks sheepish* The Red Hot Chili Peppers are the best band…EVAR.

By Joe, Alter, you've really out done yourself this time.}

The train station was surging with life, despite the day drawing to a close. The town stopped for no man, let alone something as fickle as night sweeping in.
The platform bustled and ebbed, a sea of people carrying more, it appeared, than one odd child today.

The train that sat puffing in the station was a battered looking engine, but the guard beside it seemed more than ready to perform his duty. He had puffed himself up self-importantly, and his uniform had been decorated with what looked like a piece of red tissue paper, which had been stuffed in his breast pocket in a prestigious fashion.

"Here, here," the man scoffed pompously, "You can't possibly want on!" his fat piggy eyes flashed up and down, eyeing up the young girl that stood before him. She was a skinny, awkward looking girl, even from a distance.
The girl had a haggard, bedraggled look about her; maybe it was her protruding bones, or her jutting chin, but she reeked of something half-wild. She wasn't exactly ugly, but she wasn't pretty either; it was as if she was beyond the fickle realms of beauty.

Everything from her clothes (her denim dungarees were ripped at the knees, fraying at the hems and the faded green t-shirt underneath), to her black hair, (tied up in a rough pair of plaits) gave an impression that she had got dressed in a hurry – and she couldn't care less about the way she looked.
"You've got to let us in," the girl insisted, her purple eyes wide in indignity, "…My Mum's….already on board, I can't get separated from h-her!" she began to stutter, her lip wobbling.
He looked her up and down again, finally catching sight of the quivering lump in her front pocket. The man frowned darkly.
"Yer names?" he demanded, his eyes on the shape.
"I'm Maxie Hart. My pokemon is Fang. Please, please let us on!" she gave a little hiccup of fear, which seemed to swing the man.
"Oh, go on, then. Hurry!"

Maxie didn't even wait for an answer. She leapt the gap and threw herself inside, and slipped through the doors. Shooting a glance back at the guard (who was digging into a mars bar), she prodded her pocket.
"We're home free now, mate." She said briskly, grinning in a self-satisfied way.
Her front pocket jiggled again, only for a zubat to emerge. He opened his mouth, no doubt making a mental-map of the room with sonar. For a moment, he looked wary, before throwing himself into the air. He spread his wings with evident relief.
{Nice acting!} he said, in a mousey squeak. The pair high-fived in mid air, wing and hand meeting with a clap. They slammed off down the train, looking for a compartment.

 

[Ibuberu]

OOc-Yay!Yay!YAY!!!
*runs screaming around thread*

PWHEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!WELCOME BACK CHARON!!!*though I've never actually spoken to you before....o.O*
Whaever!!!XD
Hope ya had a nice trip yes?
And being last isn't always the worst.Usually..I get chosen first to go and do the scary things(like...greet a new teacher,go up and ask a teacher whether we could play pokemon in class instead of studying....),cause me friends all know that I won't reject them.^^;;
And,sometimes,things no pretty.XD
*continues running*
Wait....did I hear correctly?!*looks at Charon's post*
GIVE ME THE BUNNY!!!!*charges towards Charon*

Ic-
As the Sun began to rise over the horizon.A girl standing alone in a huge grassy field squinted her eyes.Clenching two pokeballs in her hand.She combed her frinch behind an ear.Wearing a black and white shirt,with pants to match.The black pants were accompanied by a knee-high yellowish-orange coloured skirt which ruffled a bit in the morning wind.

"Hitmonchan!"

The girl swiftly spun around and saw that a Hitmonchan which came out of nowhere was preparing to shoot a Fire Punch at her.

"Cascade!Water Gun!"she threw her first pokeball in a graceful fashion into the air,which was rather redundant.

A tiny Mudkip burst out of his pokeball and flew through the air,his eyes narrowed as the Hitmonchan glared at him.The Mudkip opened his mouth and jet of water came flying out,soaking the Hitmonchan as the blast of water forced it to the ground.

"Hitmonlee!"

"Go,Ryne!Psychic!"she threw the other pokeball with the same graceful fashion.

A small Ralts came out form her pokeball as well and fired a strong Psychic wave at the advancing Hitmonlee,knocking the pokemon back a few feet.

"Hitmontop!!"
"Hitmontop!!"
"Hitmontop!!"

Three Hitmontop surronded the girl and her pokemon.

"Ryne!!Psychic!Cascade,Mud slap!!"the girl ordered her pokemon.

As two of the Hitmontop fell onto the grass,dazed.The last stood infront of her,feet rooted to the ground.Daring the girl to attack first.

"Go,Cascade!!!Hydro Pum-paaahh!!!!!"the Hitmotop woud have raised an eyebrow if he had one as the girl fell on the ground face first.The girl had started off charging with her Ralts and Mudkip towards the last Hitmontop.
But before the girl had a chace to finish her order,she tripped over a small rock.Ending with her embarassing plummel to the grass.

{Hey!!What??}Ryne looked over her shoulder to see her fallen trainer,tripping over a rock herself.

{Whoa!!}Cascade tripped over his own legs and landed on his trainer's head.

The Hitmontop took a few moments to absorb the past moments,before stepping forward to the girl.Glaring at her.
For a moment,all that could be heard was their breathing.

Then,the Hitmontop held out his paw to help the girl up.


"Thanks Hitmon."the girl rubbed her sore nose before thanking the Hitmontop who nodded and smiled.

"Miss Jena,what was the meaning of that?"the girl was confronted by a rather old man.His grey hairs were combed back neatly,a very visible white moustache on his face.

"Master Kendre...I.."Jena bowed to her senior.

"This was one of your better trainings,and you had to go and mess it up at the last possible moment!!"the master scolded.

"I don't know what happened...I.."the girl tried to say.

"And what was that movement you were doing throwing the pokeballs??"

"I just wanted to.."

"No,no...."The old man mearly shook his head,waving his arms asking the girl to leave.Jena held a look of dissapointment as she picked up her Ralts and Mudkip,walking away from the training grounds of the Minane Pokemon Training School.

"I don't know what to do Hitmon,that girl...."the old man sighed to the Hitmontop beside him,loud enough for Jena to hear.

---
"What to do...oh that girl..."Jena repeated in a mocking voice as she sat beside a small pond.She placed her head on one hand while skipping stones.

{We were so close that time too...}Ryne sat beside her trainer,talking to Cascade.

{Yeah we were....}Cascade nodded in agreement.

Jena was the daughter of the Headmaster and Mistress of the well respected and known Minane Training School.
The girl came from a long line of Pokemon League Champions.This time,it was her turn to win the League for her family.But...
The girl didn't care a thing about battling.She didn't like it.All the training,all those years was just to prepare her for that moment where she would become the League Champion,all for nothing.
The girl never displayed an interest in battling,and so she thought,never would.

"I can't do anything right."her voice filled with sadness.

Ryne shook her head and hugged her trainer,Cascade did the same.Except that he couldn't hug,so her dealed with licking her face.

"Haha...thanks."Jena cheered up a bit.Both pokemon looked at each other and chuckled.

{We should go into business,Cascade.}Ryne joked.

{Me be the Manager!!}Cascade took it seriously and told the Ralts.

{I was only joking.}

{No business?}

{No.}

Both pokemon were interupted by their trainer.

"Wish I could get out of this dinky place..wish I could go and travel...wish I could....become a Coordinator."her dark blue eyes sparkled as she mentioned the part about pokemon contests.Jena brushed a few strands of black hair out of her face.
The girl had always felt that there was something important missing from her life.
With her training since young,she rarely went beyond the walls of the Training school,her friends didn't stay long either.But mostly,her parents,she missed her parents the most.When was the last time she saw them?Possibly a week or so.
Sometimes,when Jena was free of her training,she would go to the garden pond,where she was right now and ponder what was missing.

Friends?Adventure?

Cascade and Ryne looked at each other,wanting to cheer their trainer up even more.
Suddenly,Cascade pulled on Jena's skirt,before running to the huge wall which surronded the whole training school,then pretending to climb it.

"Me?Run away?"Jena pointed a finger to herself as her Mudkip and Ralts nodded frimly.

"Well...."the girl took a moment of thought.

--------

"Oof!"Jena landed over the outer side of the wall.Cascade on her head and Ryne in her arms.

"Well..."she took one more glance at the huge building,placing the Ralts and Mudkip on the ground.It was like something out of the olden Japanese times.A somewhat huge mansion-looking building with great ancient carvings of pokemon on its many roofs.At that time of morning,most people were still sound asleep in their beds,a perfect time for the girl to make her escape.

"Here's to a great adventure!And lets hope we can find what's missing in my life,guys!"she punched one fist in the air and her pokemon did the same.

The three dashed down the dirt road,towards the rising Sun,towards adventure,towards-

Zephyr town.

Ooc-
Right,first post.Check!
Darn,I'm sure that Titan's post ish longer!!>_<
And why didn't Plushie post?*fumes*

*looks at Charon's post out of randomness and boredom*
Charon....you must put more feeling when you sing.
Like this here-*takes deep breath*
This be Yibber's version of 'Mary had a little lamb'.-
Yibber had a little Feebas,little Feebas,little Feebas.Yibber had a little Feebas,its scales as...as...cute....as...YIBBER!!!!!XD

To hear more of Yibber's great melodious,whimsical,cute,wonderful,fantastic,feebas-like,cute,cute,cute,(XD)voice,please order her new hit single CD.
'Oops I Feebas again.'
Only $999.99.^^
But for all of you,I give discount.
$1000000
Happy?

Now thats singing in style!!!>D

Oh my goshness.*looks at post once*
I'm being extra hyper today yes???XD

 

[Fls4eva]

OCC: Ahem.. Yibber.. you sure that you're the one who ask if we could play Pokemon in class??? It was meh mine ya' know.... *does Flissie's infamous mean look tactic*

IC:

"Master.. Do I really have to part with you so soon? I haven't really imparted all your battling skills yet.. I don't think I'm ready to go on my own journey just yet...after all..." Silver asked her master, the gym leader of Fortree City, Winona.. "Yes dear, I'm afraid you just have to," Winona replied as she passed a pink helmet to Silver. "Wear this on.." Silver put the pink helmet on her head then left the gym reluctantly...

Winona watched as Silver's back became less and less visible... "Eight years ago, she was still a small little girl when I found her at the outskirts of Fortree and took her under my wing... Now she has became a pretty good trainer.. She would be having some bright future ahead.. But the revenge for her parents..." "Hey!! Winona!! I'm here to battle!!" a battle girl interrupted her thoughts by asking for a battle... Winona sighed and sent out her Pokemon for the gym battle...

A wild Absol jumped out of the tall grass.. "Whoa.. Prepare for battle, Yuraki and Miruka!!" Silver shouted out.. She sent out her Swablu and used Peck against the Absol... The Absol got hit by the attack and soon returned it with Bite... Silver looked at her Swablu's health level and muttered.."This isn't too good.." She then returned her Swablu and sent out Bagon.. "Erm.... Use Ember!!! Twice.." The Bagon did as he was told and before long... the Absol whited out.. "Yay!!! I won a battle again!!" she cheered... "Now where should we go?? Erm... I remember master said before once.. There's this town somewhere called... Zephyr Town... We'll go there then!!! Silver then whispered to her Pokemon.. "We're going to Zephyr town now... m'kay?"

"Ba..gon..(Okay..)" Miruka nodded..

"Swa..blu!!(Sure!!)" Yuraki jumped up and down out of happiness...

 

[Alter Ego]

OOC: Well, it's looks like we're up for a good start we are. ^^ Although Plushie and LA haven't posted yet, so let's try not to go too far without them, m'kay? And Flissie, please, use the {} brackets when your pokémon have something to say instead of writing it out in pokétalk alright? It's kind of like a rule really. And Yibber. Yeah, don't even bother counting. My post totally pwned yours so...XP!! Hah! In your face! Cradily pwneth Feebas this day! *Does gleefull victory dance* Dang, according to the word count adding 100 words more would have been enough to pwn your longest IC ever. Tsk, that battle shall be won another day, so sayeth Alter!

IC:

As the train jerked into motion once more, one of the hastily clipped on pokéballs on the sleeping boy's belt fell off, rolling across the floor until it struck the edge of the opposite bench, unleashing its occupant in a flash of white light.

{There already?} the little Treecko asked drowsily, blinking a few times and stretching his joints, unleashing a huge yawn in the process before scanning the compartment and spotting his trainer who was still sound asleep.

{Guess not, huh?} Chupon asked rhetorically, recieving a sleepy mumble in return as the boy shifted slightly in his seat, looking for a more comfortable sleeping position. The little gecko peered at this surroundings, pondering what to do next. The door of the compartment was shut and the handle was far beyond his reach, not to mention that the door was probably far too heavy for him to budge, and although he might not have exactly been the brightest crayon in the box, even Chupon realized that jumping out through the window was not a smart move. Besides, it was closed too.

{Now what?} he thought out loud, casting a glance at the empty pokéball on the floor. He certainly didn't want to go in there again, not now when their adventure was just starting, and he couldn't wake his trainer up either. Ashura would surely get upset if she heard that he had disturbed the boy's rest, and the last thing he wanted was to get on the Scyther's bad side, even though Ashura had grown accustomed to the little gecko's presence over the years, he still knew that the Scyther's true loyalty lay with Raistlin, and only Raistlin and the thought that the mantis pokémon would be prepared to kill him without any regret if she deemed it to be in the boy's best interest unnerved Chupon at times, even though he knew that it would probably never happen.

Finally, the little Gecko gave a sigh of forfeit, contenting himself with climbing up, with some difficulty, on the seat next to his trainer and staring out through the glass of the compartment door, watching the people come and go in the hallway outside. One person in particular soon caught Chupon's attention; a black-haired girl, her apperance alone enough to give Raistlin's mother a heart-attack if she saw it, was striding down the hall, accompanied by a pokémon the likes of which Chupon had never seen before (Although admitedly, he had met few pokémon at all besides Ashura and some of the gym pokémon, all of which had given him the cold shoulder) and heading in their direction, apparently looking for a vacant compartment.

 

[Charon]

{ooc| *turns up her Naruto sound track to full volume* Need my inspiration! Yeah, guys, we don't want to give LA and Plushie a brain hermorige (sp?) before we even start, too much reading does me in any day. On another note, I got MS Word today! Celebration time! *pops party popper*}

The train chugged on, spewing dirty great smoke clouds into the air.
Maxie glanced out of the window, watching the grass flash by. She stood in the corridor, clutching a curtain rail. Outside, the landscape stretched for miles, seemingly endless squares of flat green terrain.... split up, of course, into neat little fields. Maxie wasn't paticularily keen on this part of the country; it was lush, but all farmland now. She was looking forward to the next town. It would be a new terrain to explore, a new territory to conquer... she was looking forward to it.
"Wonder what it's like?" she thought aloud, running a gloved hand through her bangs. "We've never been sent this far out before..." now she was speaking normally, her voice had taken on a rough, hoarse edge to it.
Her Zubat laughed in his screechy way, furling his wings and diving to sit on his trainer's shoulder. {Well, whatever it's like, you definetly won't like it.} he said, giving Maxie what was quite possibly a bat's version of a wry smile.
"I'll make an effort this time-!"
{Last time you said that, we ended up leaving the city and camping on the outskirts 'cos it wans't up to our standards.} he laughed again.
"Sh'up, Fang. We're moving up in the world now, remember?" she petted him, perhaps a bit rougher than usual. For a moment, the zubat looked like he was about to answer back, until the corridoor door swished open, only to admit another burly looking train-worker, with a ticket box. As she got closer, Maxie realised with a shock it was actually a woman. Perhaps it was the moustache that made her think otherwise.
"Tickets, please." The woman asked, in her grating voice. In an instant, Maxie had changed again. Her confident expression vanished, and her eyes crinkled up in fright.
"Oh, ma'am," she cried, "I haven't got mine! I got on with my brother, but he went to the food cart to get some sandwiches... he hasn't come back yet!"
At Maxie's words, the ticket woman melted. "Oh, there there." she cooed. "Don't worry, I'm sure he'll be back soon. But you need to sit down, I'm afraid."
Maxie frowned. "There's no compartments free." she spat insolently, and for a split second her persona shattered. A shifty look from Fang brought her back down to earth, and she added, "and my brother... won't be able to find me!" She chokled back a sob.
The woman hadn't caught on, fortunatly. "Oh, my dear, why not slip in this cabin?" she gestured to the one to their right, "There's a boy there, but I'm sure he won't mind you waiting for a bit. Then you and your brother can find a compartment together...okay?"
She stared at Maxie ferociously, so the girl decided to do what she was told. Her zubat fled back to her front pocket, as his trainer forced open the door... and walked straight into Raistlin LeBlaque's compartment.

{going out for half an hour/an hour now, see y'all when I get back.}