Whimsley

Pokémon: One (~Looking for one player and a Co-GM!~)

Hello, everyone.

I'm posting with data, as this is the first signal I've gotten a signal in a few days. Posts will be up tonight when I return from the field. If Zardoric still hasn't posted, I'll take over for him. I'll also respond to everyone's concerns and applications in OOC.

Thank you for your continued patience with me. Have a great day!

Pokémon: One (~Looking for one player and a Co-GM!~)

Gleampier post is up, Argentglade and Redorchard are next.

Pokémon: One (~Looking for one player and a Co-GM!~)

Gleampier

@Xan the G@Eklispe @BlueSky44

The now incapacitated Magikarp became surrounded by a field of red energy. The laser returned to the closed palm of Sailor Puck. His fingers rubbed against the side of the Pokéball. He held the top to his head, standing silently and not saying a word. He began to nod as his two sailor bros approached. They had secured their Poké Balls to their belts much earlier, and had been anxiously awaiting the results of their battle. Their faces no longer seemed dejected for losing, but determined with sparks in their eyes. They each embraces each other and exchanged his fives, fist bumps, and chest bumps all around. They made their own scene of excitement, despite their monetary and battle loss. The Sailor in the center, one of ginger hair and fire in his eyes, broke the silence between the two groups first.

“That was some solid battling, bros. Your Pokémon made sacrifices for each other, that was choice.”

The other two sailors nodded, having acknowledged the other trainers for their skill, not their luck. Even if there was a bit of rule bending here or there.

“Houndour saved Budew, that was mad brave bro.”

“And Poochyena kept Machop busy, not easy to do dude. He lifts more than I do.”

“Then, Budew came in to put the team on his back. Smart, real smart bros. You’ll see the Broletariat again soon… and we don’t lose twice!”

The group of fraternity sailors hollered and laughed, continuing to bump into each other and exchange praise for what they had done in the fight. Your concern for healing caught their attention, and each of them looked to each other to find no information. They exchanged confused glances and mumbled words, shrugs, before Puck turned his neck to face all of you once gain.

“We don- GAH!”

“Hello.”

You heard a robotic, drone voice come from behind you. Holly would walk between the three of you with a strange looking device in hand. It looked as some sort of scepter, and at its tops were three prongs that would contain the perfect area of a Poké Ball. The material was translucent, and you could see tubes of red coolant surging through the device.

“I’ve been notified that your Pokémon require healing.”

Again with that monotonous voice. And how could she possibly know that? Perhaps the ship’s technology was more advanced than it appeared. She would offer her hand to each of you. Given that you accepted and placed your Pokémon in her hand, she would place them into the device. The three prongs of the device would clasp the Poké Ball and rotate erratically, spinning at an unseen RPM. As a centrifuge, it would come to a maximum speed and loud whir before ticking off, requiring a moment to slow momentum.

“Your Pokémon has been cured of all status effects and is restored to optimal health.”

The sailors, first looking to each other, hesitantly handed over their Poké Balls as well.

“This is kind of freaky, bro…”

Holly never commented to what anyone asked, and she would merely go about the process as if it were a regiment or program.

“Please forward any concerns to the upper office on the main deck.”

With this, Holly walked between the lot of you once again. She descended the metallic stairs, not making a sound as she moved. She was likely returning to the terminal room to assist with new trainers.

“O-Okay. It was nice meeting you, bros and broettes! Next time won’t be so easy, let’s train up tomorrow boys.”

The three sailors waved, returning to their respective rooms for some good rest before the evening dinner event that Palm was holding. From the position of the sun in the open archway in front of you, you could tell you had a few hours to go before you the dinner was being held. The captain and Holly had asked you to attend, but never was there a mandate of it being mandatory. The main deck was in front of you, the S.S EXPEDITION traveling triumphantly through the route bustling with Pokémon of all types, shapes, and sizes.

ROUTE Z

ENCOUNTER(S): 1

EACH TRAINER MAY CHOOSE THEIR OWN ENCOUNTER(S):

[1) CATCH POKéMON (KNOWN POKéMON: TAILLOW)
[2) TRAIN POKéMON
[3) RANDOM EVENT
[4) OTHER (PLEASE SPECIFY. IF ATTEMPTING TO CATCH A RARE POKéMON, STATE EXACTLY WHAT YOU ARE DOING.)

Pokémon: One (~Looking for one player and a Co-GM!~)

This still accepting players, as the title may suggest? XD

@Delta44

Absolutely, feel free to read up on the rules and fill out an application. Tag me when it's done and I'll take a look!

@Rune_Alchemist Yes, I'll give him until tonight or I'll just take over his spot until he gets back.

Scattered Shades: Arcadia Chronicles

Plains of Ire

_{The wreckage of the Z-ATV}

Jäger looked as stone and moved as a mountain. His shoulders were broad as his metallic torso shuffled little. His forward, slow stride brought him before the impaled Dan. He was likely moments before death. And if he wasn't, Jäger would not let him suffer. For the moment, though, the dead spoke. The monk knelt by Dan's side. His kneepad collided with the metal surface of the Z-ATV's floor. A loud chink of armor echoed through the empty, crushed chambers. He rested two, open palms upon bended knee. His pale eyes did not waiver, staring directly into Dan's own.

"I have failed you. I was not strong enough. Your journey ends because of my weakness."

He stood now.

"I must atone. Name your request, and thy will be done."

Rings of Fate

Lord Krunk's Quarters

_{Stairs: the sequel}

Zerraf noted the falling bricks, and his current position. Lord Krunk was attempting to crush him by sitting down. The wind mage admired the minute amount of effort put into a crushing blow, but only for a moment. The appreciation as draining, and the ass was fast approaching. With a zephyr at his feet, Zerraf burst into the air towards the first groups of bricks that had fallen. Left hand in pocket, he would continue this trend. Bouncing off each brick, he'd begin ascending the falling bricks as if they were platforms to climb from.

All the while, the feather still made its precarious way upward and towards the finger.

Pokémon: One (~Looking for one player and a Co-GM!~)

Of course, read up the rules and fill out the application. I'll review it when I can

@Iatos

@samreaper post is up, thank you for your patience.

Pokémon: One (~Looking for one player and a Co-GM!~)

Argentglade

@samreaper

Professor Evergreen smiled at you like a hearth might warm your back on a wintry morning. She lifted her sliding elbow off of the chair arm to accept your handshake. Her grip was surprisingly firm. Not too hard, not too soft, but just enough to cup your hand perfectly against your own. Her fingernails momentarily skidded across your palm as she retracted her hand once again.

“Pay me back by catching them all, how about that?”

She laughed at her quip, eyes arcing upward and mouth just slightly open. She sighed and slid the blunt side of her thumb against the side of her chair as you spoke.

“Of course, I appreciate you giving me their number. Well, the mart’s just down the road outside of the lab, on your left. I’m not sure if they’ll have any Poké Balls, though, the route has been frozen over until recently, and I’m low on my own. Delayed part shipments and busy with other things…”

Her smile turned into a smirk, and she leaned against a palm with a pointed finger. The tip of the finger bounced against her cheekbone as her eyes met your own. Her voice became quieter, less carried, but you could still hear it perfectly well. She spoke slowly, calculating each word.

“So, this road. After sampling the ice crystals, the permafrost was likely the activity of-”

Her mouth was open but she paused. She cocked her head at you and her pupils travelled downward, toward the floor, for just a second. A blur of the eye.

“Not yet. I’ll tell you another time.”

Her pupils came back from the floor and the ends of her mouth turned into a smile once again.

“But you gave me your parent’s number, so I’ll give you a hint about a rare Pokémon. I know Cubchoo are in the area, but you’ll never find them in the snow. They blend in too well. So walking down the route normally won’t do it. Where I hypothesize your find them… well… I’ll leave that to the person in training. I can’t give you all of the answers.”

She’d say no more of the matter, having giving you more information than most. With this, she would send you onto your duty with parting words and a friendly gesture of the hand. As you turned away, you would immediately hear her speaking with an elevated voice and conversating with a little girl in a pink dress. You’d make your way through the technological marvel, past moving furniture and floating pixels. The door was ajar and ready, revealing the rolling, white elephant hills of Argentglade. A strong breeze nestled into the cress of your back, almost urging you onward through the gate. Where would you begin? And where would you end your journey?

Pokémon: One (~Looking for one player and a Co-GM!~)

@samreaper I'm late for my friend's birthday dinner but I will have your post up ASAP, very sorry

Other posts are up

Pokémon: One (~Looking for one player and a Co-GM!~)

Redorchard

(Consider yourself present for all events that are occurring. Commenting on events other than your own is completely optional, but feel free to collaborate and interact.)

@Rune_Alchemist

Pancham continued to rub the bump upon its head and kick its tiny, furry feet against the ground. It grit its teeth and grinder the stem of the acorn. Its eyes were closed, wincing in reaction to the unexpected blow. This was more than enough time for Lynn to retrieve her Ficus Ball and throw it at the distracted Pancham. Just as the Pancham had remedied its headache and began to stand, it was knocked down once again by the force of a flying Pokéball. It comically threw its head back, arms wide to either side and one leg barely holding on. Before gravity overtook the Pokémon, a red beam shot itself from the confines of the Ficus Ball. It encased Pancham in a spiral of semi-opaque energy before absorbing the Pokémon into its essence. The energy then returned to the Pokéball just as it met the ground with a soft bounce. It rolled to and fro, button flashing red with each struggle of the Pokémon.

A final hum, and the fading of red. Pancham had given in. Your Pokédex began to vibrate. Once or if you checked it, you would see dancing blue letters begin to dash across the screen.

No 674 PANCHAM
PLAYFUL POKéMON
LEVEL: 5
HT: 2’ 00”
WT: 17.6 LBS
SEX: M

NATURE: NAIVE
INCREASED STAT: SPD
DECREASED STAT: SP. DEF
FAVORITE FLAVOR: SWEET
DISLIKED FLAVOR: BITTER

ABILITY: IRON FIST (MORE POWERFUL PUNCHES)

HELD ITEM: ACORN?

YOU CAUGHT PANCHAM!

[WILL YOU GIVE PANCHAM A NAME?]

Your Pokédex said. The name indicator began to flash, awaiting your touch response.

@tex

Zigzagoon sprinted as a lightning bolt, quick and in diagonal patterns. Left. Right. Left. Right, left, right, its jagged pattern would throw off many would-be trainers both in battle and capture. Many regarded Zigzagoon as a common and less powerful Pokémon. Though, in the right hands, the raccoon-like Pokémon could defeat much harder, better, faster, stronger foes. Its impressive show was evidence of that, especially for being a wild Pokémon without trainer. Your eyes barely managed to stay on top of him. Did he ever get dizzy? The movement was so irregular, like built in, acrobatic instinct.

“Zig! Zag! Oon!”

With each bounce, the Zigzagoon was on a different side of the Meowth. Where would he end up? That question was answered quickly, as an irregular bound was taken to put the Pokémon on Kaz’s right. Powerful haunches coiled like springs, sending the Zigzagoon forward and, in its mind, past the Meowth once more to strike it in the square of the back. Headbutt, bounce away, attack once again, until the trainer’s Pokémon had fainted, that was the strategy that had worked before. Unbenknownst to the Zigzagoon, trainers were capable of more unpredictable movements than instinct.

Kaz stood still, like a stone wall. The Zigzagoon understood its disadvantage now, flailing in the air as the Meowth made its way underneath Zigzagoon and upward into a broadside position. Unable to correct its flying momentum with tiny, furry limbs, Meowth’s Scratch made full contact with the side of Zigzagoon’s body.

~A CRITICAL HIT!~

Zigzagoon hit the dirt, body rolling as an off-miler barrel. Upon its side now, the raccoon-like Pokémon’s struggling movements were visible. Its body shook, limbs nearly caving in, as the Zigzagoon went to stand back onto its feet. Its shoulders failed momentarily, body nearly hitting the road once again.

“…Zig…”

Its efforts were too slow, only to be met by the sinking fangs of Kaz into its back. The jolt of pain overtook the Zigzagoon and its legs flayed out in all directions as a small cloud of dust was sent upward. The Zigzagoon’s head cocked sideways as its chin rolled on the earth, unable to be controlled anymore. A limp body and closed eyes indicated the Zigzagoon’s defeat.

~ZIGZAGOON FAINTED!~

~KAZ HAS GROWN TO LEVEL 8!~

@Rune_Alchemist @tex @Lasrever

You ventured deeper into the woods, that separated you from the next town of Greenway. The grove of trees surrounding you became thicker and more dense as you approached near a halfway point. The tall forest cast its overwhelming canopy against the sun, patches of light dancing between shadows. There were no people about, and no Pokémon either. It was oddly… quiet. Just as the silence became uncomfortable, an intriguing individual was watching from a distance…

@Zardoric