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NeziulStill workshopping the specifics of my character. But they will probably be from Kalos.
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Beyond being glad to see a familiar face here, @Renose. This might be a bit late but could you send me the details to discuss about as well?
Also nice to see ya again as well. It really has been a while.
Beyond being glad to see a familiar face here, @Renose. This might be a bit late but could you send me the details to discuss about as well?
Oh yea, sure, I can.
@Renose
Hm.
I'll put a tentative yes on that, I think? You'll be meeting a legitimate ghost/spirit removing exorcist type fairly early on, I think depending on how Savo and I wanna do the intro, and there's definitely some other NPCs that are going to have some weirdness that will be up to people to investigate or figure out, or left up to interpretation.
If you're wanting to play one, we're just going to need to know the idea ya got.
I have a couple of ideas. I'll PM them to ya.
Sweet.
My only other question is what about characters (players or otherwise) with special abilities either innate to them or developed later on.
Like in the Pokemon manga all the various main characters (I.E. the Pokedex Holders) all had special "abilities" or the like tied to their "titles" / skillsets.
(Yellow in the manga was known as the "Healer" and had the ability to actually heal Pokemon and also read their minds / memories, while Gold was known as the "Hatcher" / "Breeder" and knew how to better hatch Pokemon and had better utilization of the unique abilities of newly hatched Pokemon).
And other characters throughout the anime had other strange or mystical abilities like Sabrina's psychic abilities, Ash gaining the ability to sense Aura, and other such things.
Will anything like any of these be present?
My only other question is what about characters (players or otherwise) with special abilities either innate to them or developed later on.
Like in the Pokemon manga all the various main characters (I.E. the Pokedex Holders) all had special "abilities" or the like tied to their "titles" / skillsets.
(Yellow in the manga was known as the "Healer" and had the ability to actually heal Pokemon and also read their minds / memories, while Gold was known as the "Hatcher" / "Breeder" and knew how to better hatch Pokemon and had better utilization of the unique abilities of newly hatched Pokemon).
And other characters throughout the anime had other strange or mystical abilities like Sabrina's psychic abilities, Ash gaining the ability to sense Aura, and other such things.
Will anything like any of these be present?
What generational gimmicks will be available in this region?
I assume no Dynamaxing as that is exclusive to Galar while Terrastilazation is a Paldea thing.
Will we get access to Z Moves or Mega Evolutions at some point? Or is that still a secret.
I assume no Dynamaxing as that is exclusive to Galar while Terrastilazation is a Paldea thing.
Will we get access to Z Moves or Mega Evolutions at some point? Or is that still a secret.
This seems interesting. I am definitely down for some Pokemon, if you'll have me.
The Elf was confused. Not once was she escorted to any room nor disallowed from going anywhere. If this was truly some place like the one where she had been for years before, then that “guard” with the guns would have stopped her from exploring the entirety of the facility.
Furthermore, she discovered that it was just living quarters and faculties. There was also some strange large machine that she had seen once before. A generator. The only other time she had seen such a generator was at the place she had been before.
So what was this place then? There was a scientist… who was also a doctor. Despite this there were no operating tables. No archives.
There were living quarters for the subjects, but in them were actual beds like she had seen before in Mabel Village.
She had been brought here from that Arena place. Was that Arena the training arena where these subjects would be sent? Yet, as she watched these children play there didn’t seem to be an iota of combative ability at all.
Her year in that village had given her a good sample of data of what people who weren’t constantly putting themselves through life or death combat looked like.
These children didn’t smell of blood. Their hands seemed soft and feeble, unfit for survival be it in the training arena or the wilderness. They were also full of curiosity and the desire to do random activities.
“Play” was the word she had heard the Anderson Doctors call it on many occasions, so the word was a part of her rather limited vocabulary.
There was food given out, but it was given out freely. It wasn’t strictly regulated. It reminded herself of the meals she often ate back in the village.
The Elf’s memory only contained two places. The lab of Morgans and Mabel village.
Despite having some qualities of the former, it seemed to resemble the latter more. This was why she was even willing to eat the food. She didn’t smell anything wrong with it. Her instincts told her it was safe to eat.
Plus she was hungry. Her earlier hunt had worked up quite an appetite. Her empty metallic stumps would materialize their glowing green hands so that she could eat properly, the elf eating with… some level of civility and table manners.
Of course despite the food being fine, she was always quietly, calmly, and secretly observing her surroundings. The “guard” with the guns was included in her observation.
His eyes were always looking to the door. She wondered if that was part of his “guard route”.
Her ears twitched as she heard footsteps from just outside the orphanage. She then looked to the door where she saw a man barge in. He smelled foul and his eyes invoked a sense of familiarity within the elf’s mind, as did that strange blue powder.
It wasn’t just rations they used to keep subjects in check. To some she had seen them give strange looking substances as rewards for doing well in experiments or training.
“DON’T POLLUTE SUBJECT KA2U3’S BODY WITH SUCH FILTH!”screamed the voice of an ambitious scientist in her memories. One of the other scientists had attempted to give her bread that she noticed had a strange smell to it. She was about to just take it from the first scientist before that ambitious voiced scientist appeared, slapping them from the other scientist’s hands.
”B-But Doctor Morgans, sir. She maybe we can get her to finally speak this way if we just—-“ began the voice of a very wary scientist who tried to explain his reasoning.
“Bah, Nonsense! Who cares if she’s a mute. She has provided me with the most brilliant data and is far more obedient and reliable than cretins like you. You’ll only taint that data if you get her addicted to that garbage!” The ambitious scientist slapped the wary scientist before giving the elf normal bread and forcing the guards to take away the tainted bread.
Of course, while she remembered what was said, she understood practically none of it. But seeing that blue powder and those upturned eyes made her recall that particular scene.
Was this man a subject then of some experiment? She watched as the scientist and doctor took away the powder and put in her pocket. The elf even saw the scientist give the man some other substance as well before putting the man to bed. The guard talked to her, discussing something with her.
Now this place was starting to share more and more qualities with the lab.
It all needed to be investigated.
If this was all just like that lab… then the hunt could begin.
The elf, who still had no clothes on except for the bandages placed on her by Ms. Mayleaf would walk over to the sleeping Kellen and, without much warning, materialized her glowing green hands to cut off part of the man’s clothing that had been stained blue, each of her glowing green fingers seeming like sharp instruments when she wanted them to be.
Staring at the stained fabric patch, without much of a word to anyone else the elf walked outside of the orphanage despite her current state of undress, sniffing the air while also crouching low to the ground.
“Listen to the wind” repeated a quiet, familiar voice in her mind.
She was listening. Smelling. Watching. Feeling.
For to hunt one needed a trail. A scent. Tracks. That was how one found their prey.
To her, this was all part of the hunt.
And despite how calm her and quiet her expressions and actions were…
She relished the hunt.
Furthermore, she discovered that it was just living quarters and faculties. There was also some strange large machine that she had seen once before. A generator. The only other time she had seen such a generator was at the place she had been before.
So what was this place then? There was a scientist… who was also a doctor. Despite this there were no operating tables. No archives.
There were living quarters for the subjects, but in them were actual beds like she had seen before in Mabel Village.
She had been brought here from that Arena place. Was that Arena the training arena where these subjects would be sent? Yet, as she watched these children play there didn’t seem to be an iota of combative ability at all.
Her year in that village had given her a good sample of data of what people who weren’t constantly putting themselves through life or death combat looked like.
These children didn’t smell of blood. Their hands seemed soft and feeble, unfit for survival be it in the training arena or the wilderness. They were also full of curiosity and the desire to do random activities.
“Play” was the word she had heard the Anderson Doctors call it on many occasions, so the word was a part of her rather limited vocabulary.
There was food given out, but it was given out freely. It wasn’t strictly regulated. It reminded herself of the meals she often ate back in the village.
The Elf’s memory only contained two places. The lab of Morgans and Mabel village.
Despite having some qualities of the former, it seemed to resemble the latter more. This was why she was even willing to eat the food. She didn’t smell anything wrong with it. Her instincts told her it was safe to eat.
Plus she was hungry. Her earlier hunt had worked up quite an appetite. Her empty metallic stumps would materialize their glowing green hands so that she could eat properly, the elf eating with… some level of civility and table manners.
Of course despite the food being fine, she was always quietly, calmly, and secretly observing her surroundings. The “guard” with the guns was included in her observation.
His eyes were always looking to the door. She wondered if that was part of his “guard route”.
Her ears twitched as she heard footsteps from just outside the orphanage. She then looked to the door where she saw a man barge in. He smelled foul and his eyes invoked a sense of familiarity within the elf’s mind, as did that strange blue powder.
It wasn’t just rations they used to keep subjects in check. To some she had seen them give strange looking substances as rewards for doing well in experiments or training.
“DON’T POLLUTE SUBJECT KA2U3’S BODY WITH SUCH FILTH!”screamed the voice of an ambitious scientist in her memories. One of the other scientists had attempted to give her bread that she noticed had a strange smell to it. She was about to just take it from the first scientist before that ambitious voiced scientist appeared, slapping them from the other scientist’s hands.
”B-But Doctor Morgans, sir. She maybe we can get her to finally speak this way if we just—-“ began the voice of a very wary scientist who tried to explain his reasoning.
“Bah, Nonsense! Who cares if she’s a mute. She has provided me with the most brilliant data and is far more obedient and reliable than cretins like you. You’ll only taint that data if you get her addicted to that garbage!” The ambitious scientist slapped the wary scientist before giving the elf normal bread and forcing the guards to take away the tainted bread.
Of course, while she remembered what was said, she understood practically none of it. But seeing that blue powder and those upturned eyes made her recall that particular scene.
Was this man a subject then of some experiment? She watched as the scientist and doctor took away the powder and put in her pocket. The elf even saw the scientist give the man some other substance as well before putting the man to bed. The guard talked to her, discussing something with her.
Now this place was starting to share more and more qualities with the lab.
It all needed to be investigated.
If this was all just like that lab… then the hunt could begin.
The elf, who still had no clothes on except for the bandages placed on her by Ms. Mayleaf would walk over to the sleeping Kellen and, without much warning, materialized her glowing green hands to cut off part of the man’s clothing that had been stained blue, each of her glowing green fingers seeming like sharp instruments when she wanted them to be.
Staring at the stained fabric patch, without much of a word to anyone else the elf walked outside of the orphanage despite her current state of undress, sniffing the air while also crouching low to the ground.
“Listen to the wind” repeated a quiet, familiar voice in her mind.
She was listening. Smelling. Watching. Feeling.
For to hunt one needed a trail. A scent. Tracks. That was how one found their prey.
To her, this was all part of the hunt.
And despite how calm her and quiet her expressions and actions were…
She relished the hunt.
Just as the doctor claimed, not a single sound came from her when her wounds were treated. It was clear that whatever life this girl lived before, it was far from a pleasant one. For her, not making a singular sound while receiving this type of treatment just showed how used to it all she was. To her, this was a normality.
The elf couldn’t help but notice the woman give orders to the children. It reminded her of that other scientist she once knew. She didn’t understand what was being said, but the words were similar. He’d often order around his… the extract word evaded her.
”Oi, Assistants. Get me my tools…“
Assistants was the word that entered her mind. Her eyes looked at those little assistants as they ran off to get the things. What would they come back with?
She watched as the small, young assistants came back with towels and water. Did the experiment have something to do with that?
Despite seeming quiet and still, she was waiting. Waiting for the right moment. The moment she felt anything experimental she’d pounce. She’d tear this place down. She’d rip them all apart.
Despite all the anticipation though… the right moment never came.
Instead what happened next reminded her of the Andersons. The doctors who also cleaned her previous wounds many times. Wrapped her in bandages.
Once she was cleaned up and wrapped in bandages her eyes looked them over. Even her arms had been cleaned off as well. The empty, metallic arms which looked like they had been covered in a layer of rust, but was actually dried, sandy blood, were now clean.
She heard the next words that came. Lunch. She recognized that word.
“Doctor… Scientist” The elf was starting to grow confused. But that didn’t mean she was going to lower her guard just yet.
That guard was still around after all. Her eyes did occasionally look towards Ken whenever they scanned their surroundings idly on occasion.
Once the doctor left them alone though the girl, whose body was only covered in bandages, took a better look at her surroundings as she began to simply walk and look around.
She couldn’t help but be inwardly surprised at the degree of freedom she had to just walk around. Other than the one guard, or more accurately Ken, who the elf misunderstood was a guard.
It just gave her more uncertainties about this place. Uncertainties that she needed to make certain before she did anything. As she walked or looked around in idle curiosity she did so with empty arms, her previously glowing green hands absent. She only materialized them when she needed them, making her demonic looking metallic arms seem odd.
After looking around the current room and being satisfied enough with it she went to her bloody, torn clothes and reached down to pick them up.
She looked at them, seeing the blood they were drenched in still, but in the end tossed them to the side as she chose to sit down now instead, waiting for lunch to happen.
The elf couldn’t help but notice the woman give orders to the children. It reminded her of that other scientist she once knew. She didn’t understand what was being said, but the words were similar. He’d often order around his… the extract word evaded her.
”Oi, Assistants. Get me my tools…“
Assistants was the word that entered her mind. Her eyes looked at those little assistants as they ran off to get the things. What would they come back with?
She watched as the small, young assistants came back with towels and water. Did the experiment have something to do with that?
Despite seeming quiet and still, she was waiting. Waiting for the right moment. The moment she felt anything experimental she’d pounce. She’d tear this place down. She’d rip them all apart.
Despite all the anticipation though… the right moment never came.
Instead what happened next reminded her of the Andersons. The doctors who also cleaned her previous wounds many times. Wrapped her in bandages.
Once she was cleaned up and wrapped in bandages her eyes looked them over. Even her arms had been cleaned off as well. The empty, metallic arms which looked like they had been covered in a layer of rust, but was actually dried, sandy blood, were now clean.
She heard the next words that came. Lunch. She recognized that word.
“Doctor… Scientist” The elf was starting to grow confused. But that didn’t mean she was going to lower her guard just yet.
That guard was still around after all. Her eyes did occasionally look towards Ken whenever they scanned their surroundings idly on occasion.
Once the doctor left them alone though the girl, whose body was only covered in bandages, took a better look at her surroundings as she began to simply walk and look around.
She couldn’t help but be inwardly surprised at the degree of freedom she had to just walk around. Other than the one guard, or more accurately Ken, who the elf misunderstood was a guard.
It just gave her more uncertainties about this place. Uncertainties that she needed to make certain before she did anything. As she walked or looked around in idle curiosity she did so with empty arms, her previously glowing green hands absent. She only materialized them when she needed them, making her demonic looking metallic arms seem odd.
After looking around the current room and being satisfied enough with it she went to her bloody, torn clothes and reached down to pick them up.
She looked at them, seeing the blood they were drenched in still, but in the end tossed them to the side as she chose to sit down now instead, waiting for lunch to happen.
The Shaitan’s back was turned to her. The huntress noticed, but stayed still. She merely listened to his footsteps as he walked away. Her keen ears memorized their sound. Their weight. Their gait.
She’d never let that enemy sneak up on her. Never again.
It was not the right moment to hunt that beast though. The guard with guns was present. It didn’t matter if he seemed soft. A huntress doesn’t take any prey lightly when it comes to the hunt.
Her calm, soft eyes examined the orphanage. Then they looked to the doctor as the woman beckoned both her and the guard with guns to follow her inside.
”Right moment? No… terrain unknown…”
This facility’s structure was unfamiliar to her. As were the young subjects that ran around or looked at her or ran around.
She also made no response when offered a beverage. She was quiet and calm as she looked the place and its current inhabitants over with her quiet, reserved expression.
“Training?” She wasn’t unfamiliar with running around, yet the way these subjects did it was haphazard. Her ears picked up their sounds. She could feel their eyes on her, particularly her arms.
She paid the gazes no mind. She was used to being looked at. Yet her arms being looked at by the eyes of the young subjects made her look back, if only for a few moments.
When the doctor asked her that question… her ears moved ever so slightly. Words played in her mind.
But they weren’t of that ambition filled voice.
”Is it ok if…”
”That looks bad, can you let me look?”
They were the kind voices of the Anderson Doctors back in Mabel Village.
Those doctors had asked similar such questions before checking the various wounds accumulated during her various hunts and training.
She noticed the eyes of these younger subjects… were not too dissimilar from the children of that same place. Looking at her arms with curiosity as they ran and played whenever she just so happened to walk by.
”Doctor? Scientist? Prey?”
For the first time in a while, the elf was confused.
Not that it showed of course.
Instead she merely nodded to the scientist’s / doctor’s question. She needed to check something.
”Doctors… heal. Scientists… experiment. Need to study… prey”
A good huntress studies their prey. Learns about it. All in preparation for the right moment. The moment the hunt began.
So without much care for modesty, she materialized her hands and removed her bloody clothes right there. In that regard, she was much like a beast as the two bright, light green hands constructed from Anemo removed her clothes before simply dropping the bloodstained garments to the side.
She only knew clothes were good for their practicality and ability to protect oneself from the elements. The concept of “Modesty” was something that never once crossed into her mind.
She also knew that whether it was doctors treating wounds or scientists performing experiments, both often involved taking off them off so that the wounds could be seen.
Now to anyone there her bloody, scarred form was on full display. Surgical scars, battle scars, more surgical scars, more battle scars. Scars that came in all different shapes and sizes. From who knows how many varied kinds of instruments. From who knows how many surgeries. Her body was like a blood stained map.
She had a gunshot wound in her stomach, the bullet still in there. Any trained doctor worth their salt, or anyone with eyes for that matter, could tell that this was a very recent wound that nobody noticed.
She had a noticeable wound in her side, from where Garrick had pulled out that arrow.
On her back were two shallow, bloody lines from those swords that hit her. It seems though that rather than slashing her to pieces, the blades were stopped by metal that was embedded deep in her flesh.
There was both dried blood and fresh blood on her body. The dried blood was that of her enemies. The fresh blood was her own.
This was not to mention the various other wounds on the rest of her. Her face, her legs from when she kicked those enemies without any form of protection or leg armor and happened to kick the errant weapon.
Despite how bad her wounds looked, she was still walking as if nothing was wrong. Now she was looking at this doctor as she simply waited, calmly and quietly, her expression still not really having changed at all.
On her bloodstained body there was another source of emerald coloring that stood out aside from her eyes. A metallic socket on her chest. The socket stood over where her heart was. It seemed there was more armor imbedded into her than just the arms.
Inside of that socket was a Vision that gave off a green glow as her hands were materialized.
When her hands vanished, said vision stopped glowing. The socket seemed embedded in her flesh, much like her gruish mechanical arms were at the shoulders. These clearly weren’t simple prosthetics that one could put on or take off at will.
There was no doubt far more beneath the surface of this girl’s flesh than what was visible on the scarred, bloodstained surface as her bloodstained “armor” was clearly not being worn by her, but rather a part of her flesh.
She’d never let that enemy sneak up on her. Never again.
It was not the right moment to hunt that beast though. The guard with guns was present. It didn’t matter if he seemed soft. A huntress doesn’t take any prey lightly when it comes to the hunt.
Her calm, soft eyes examined the orphanage. Then they looked to the doctor as the woman beckoned both her and the guard with guns to follow her inside.
”Right moment? No… terrain unknown…”
This facility’s structure was unfamiliar to her. As were the young subjects that ran around or looked at her or ran around.
She also made no response when offered a beverage. She was quiet and calm as she looked the place and its current inhabitants over with her quiet, reserved expression.
“Training?” She wasn’t unfamiliar with running around, yet the way these subjects did it was haphazard. Her ears picked up their sounds. She could feel their eyes on her, particularly her arms.
She paid the gazes no mind. She was used to being looked at. Yet her arms being looked at by the eyes of the young subjects made her look back, if only for a few moments.
When the doctor asked her that question… her ears moved ever so slightly. Words played in her mind.
But they weren’t of that ambition filled voice.
”Is it ok if…”
”That looks bad, can you let me look?”
They were the kind voices of the Anderson Doctors back in Mabel Village.
Those doctors had asked similar such questions before checking the various wounds accumulated during her various hunts and training.
She noticed the eyes of these younger subjects… were not too dissimilar from the children of that same place. Looking at her arms with curiosity as they ran and played whenever she just so happened to walk by.
”Doctor? Scientist? Prey?”
For the first time in a while, the elf was confused.
Not that it showed of course.
Instead she merely nodded to the scientist’s / doctor’s question. She needed to check something.
”Doctors… heal. Scientists… experiment. Need to study… prey”
A good huntress studies their prey. Learns about it. All in preparation for the right moment. The moment the hunt began.
So without much care for modesty, she materialized her hands and removed her bloody clothes right there. In that regard, she was much like a beast as the two bright, light green hands constructed from Anemo removed her clothes before simply dropping the bloodstained garments to the side.
She only knew clothes were good for their practicality and ability to protect oneself from the elements. The concept of “Modesty” was something that never once crossed into her mind.
She also knew that whether it was doctors treating wounds or scientists performing experiments, both often involved taking off them off so that the wounds could be seen.
Now to anyone there her bloody, scarred form was on full display. Surgical scars, battle scars, more surgical scars, more battle scars. Scars that came in all different shapes and sizes. From who knows how many varied kinds of instruments. From who knows how many surgeries. Her body was like a blood stained map.
She had a gunshot wound in her stomach, the bullet still in there. Any trained doctor worth their salt, or anyone with eyes for that matter, could tell that this was a very recent wound that nobody noticed.
She had a noticeable wound in her side, from where Garrick had pulled out that arrow.
On her back were two shallow, bloody lines from those swords that hit her. It seems though that rather than slashing her to pieces, the blades were stopped by metal that was embedded deep in her flesh.
There was both dried blood and fresh blood on her body. The dried blood was that of her enemies. The fresh blood was her own.
This was not to mention the various other wounds on the rest of her. Her face, her legs from when she kicked those enemies without any form of protection or leg armor and happened to kick the errant weapon.
Despite how bad her wounds looked, she was still walking as if nothing was wrong. Now she was looking at this doctor as she simply waited, calmly and quietly, her expression still not really having changed at all.
On her bloodstained body there was another source of emerald coloring that stood out aside from her eyes. A metallic socket on her chest. The socket stood over where her heart was. It seemed there was more armor imbedded into her than just the arms.
Inside of that socket was a Vision that gave off a green glow as her hands were materialized.
When her hands vanished, said vision stopped glowing. The socket seemed embedded in her flesh, much like her gruish mechanical arms were at the shoulders. These clearly weren’t simple prosthetics that one could put on or take off at will.
There was no doubt far more beneath the surface of this girl’s flesh than what was visible on the scarred, bloodstained surface as her bloodstained “armor” was clearly not being worn by her, but rather a part of her flesh.
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