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Pokemon: New World

So how's the 'only six pokemon' thing work when we have many more pokeballs?
Does the pokeball just vanish after you catch another Pokemon?

Pokemon: New World

As a skilled trainer can I catch a ditto and what lvl would it be?

Pokemon: New World

Where's Viv's help? :'(

Pokemon: New World

Vivian

Greenhaven

37

Vivian awoke to the near silent buzzing vibrations of her alarm. With a groan she reached out to slap the device. Her sleep couldn't be over already could it? That thought taunted her but not nearly as much as the possibility of inaction should she fall back asleep. Getting up with a stretch and a yawn Vivian began her day.
The small rented room was still pitch black as she carefully moved around, got dressed and gathered her things that she had cleverly laid out the night before.
Vivian then snuck out down the hallway careful not to wake anyone else. At the end of the hallway Viv was greeted by the well illuminated poke'center front desk. Handing over her room key with a smile and a nod Vivian politely thanked the nurse. Wrapping her jacket tight around her self she went out into the streets.

Her first stop was the poke'mart. She was going to need supplies. Much to her disappointment the selection of stock was scarce here. Still she got what she could. Picking up a few snacks, bits and bobs, then she was on her way. If she hoped to make it to the collapsed cave entrance by sunrise she had to keep moving.

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Vivian

TP

60
+1 post
+0 (HHG)
TP=61

INVENTORY:

• pokeball x1
• travel rations + supplies

POKEMON:

• Flabebe-10 (+1 ss battle)
• Petilil-5 (+1 ss battle)
• Ferroseed-2
• Rowlet-1
• empty
• empty

Azerus Jr

Greenhaven

40

Azerus was not really understanding the philosophy and ideology behind this crazy mechanics 'casualties' theories. They were getting along ok just struggling to see eye to eye.
i]"But it's strong!"[/I] he exclaimed as that was somehow an irrefutable answer.
"and I defeated it!" he followed up with a whinge. "Therefore it should be mine."
Now convinced through his own reasoning Azerus didn't listen to another word from the mans preachin speech. Tired of this strangers sympathy and freedom stories Azerus stood up and quickly threw his last pokeball at the resting machop.

The machop may have not belonged to the mechanic but that didn't mean the man didn't have any pokemon.
A flash of red produced a large metang who blocked the pokeball.

"Alright, if that's how things are going to be." Azerus says excitedly as he reaches for rhyhorn's pokeball. With a roar rhyhorn comes onto the small battlefield charging. He was rested from earlier but not yet at full health.
The surprise and haste of his thundering stampede caught both the mechanic and his metang off guard. A powerful and direct charge hit the hovering metang hard, while it pushed the steel Pokemon back a bit it was otherwise seemingly ineffective.

Azerus was in shock, the mechanic noticed and smiled.

This was going to be a tough battle.

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Azerus

TP:

58
+1 (post)
+0 (league)
TP=60

INVENTORY:

• pokeball X1

POKEMON:

• Roggenrola-7, (+1 ss battle)
• Rhyhorn-8, (+1 ss battle)
• Zubat-3,
• Spheal-2,
• Pawniard-2 (+1 ss battle)
• Aron-1

~Chrono Asylum: Devil's Plague

@xodus

Well if we know where the Pallidinos are I gotta change my post.

~Chrono Asylum: Devil's Plague

Dorian stumbled as a new world swept up appearing around him. The sudden change in location stirring his alchemic senses and leaving him weak in the stomach and legs.
Finding a nearby wall he firmly acquainted himself with it, slowly regaining his bearings as the others moved on.

His mood was a foul one. Despite the pleasant speed of the trip he still found it overall unpleasant. To his denial the reason was not the short sickness it left him with but more so having to rely on and be at the mercy of another's powers. His trust was short and ego quite large. He hated to rely on others.

Further more, he was expected to pick up on another's failed research. The logical place to start would be the estate that now lies in ruins. He had little belief or faith that no substantial evidence could be found. Such a statement Only furthered his doubts of others competence in the organisation. But this was just another of his many social flaws, unless done or witnessed by himself it was never to be truly done properly. He held an unnatural assumption that everyone that was not himself was flawed and lazy.

Lastly the leniency of his own organisation. A bloodline stood near complete decimation. Now was the time to assert dominance and fear. Yet some of their best troops fumbled blindly around the Venetian labyrinth. He couldn't believe he was sent to babysit. Luckily he was not alone in this endeavour and someone else could deal with the conversations.

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A few minutes later

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"Ahh." Dorian muses, now outside and taking in a deep breath of air while looking around in awe. For him it was good to be back in the streets of Venice once again. The atmosphere brought an excitement and energy to the core of the mans very bones as he drank in the friendly sights, sounds and smells from all around. He couldn't help but feel a revitalising sense of nostalgia that only a place of such intricate architecture, rich history, winding clandestine canals and prominent grand statues could give him. It's safe to say his previous mood almost instantly vanished as he gazed off over the canal bridge.

In Venice nearly everything and everyone existed twice, with the teal coloured waters holding a reflective copy of all that was above it. And the people!
The Venetians seemed to be people not bound by general meaningless conventions, this and the natural beautiful muse that was their city gave them a sort of freedom in their arts, crafts and performances. They were not followers and instead sought their own path. This is where and why they had Dorian's respect.

While it has been known by many names, mainly the city on the water. For Dorian it would always be the city of masks. He longed to drift through the streets as the town came alive with performing arts, elaborate costumes and wild personas of the masquerade carnival.

If only they were here for that long.

Pulling out his data pad he adjusted his settings to his new location, bringing up a map and locking in a few places of personal interest. Then without word or reply to the others Dorian eagerly made his way into the busy streets.
After a short self-serving walk and a test of self control as he passed a quaint little high end leather shoe shop, Dorian then turned his attention to the task.

So the Pallidinos were not completely cooperative. Fear made people stupid. Anya was not cooperating, youth made people stupid. The best thing for every party at this moment would be to hasten the AMRO's search. Undoubtedly the Pallidinos already knew more than the AMRO. Dorian felt like he was missing some key information. Perhaps they all were.
The Pallidinos could be the culprits, Dorian wasn't ruling anyone out yet, not even other members of the AMRO. Right now with his limited information that was the only explination as to why they didn't already know more. Why they were chasing their tails instead of dealing out justice.

Either way there must be another party searching for this girl. The information she held was critical. Dorian found a quiet spot and playing on his data-pad began digging deep. He didn't attempt to search for someone hidden but for those that did. Calling in help from the base tech department he searched her details across all facial algorithm software to see if it had been entered. He checked if anyone had recently done a full security camera system override or left traces of access.
He looked up key words he would use to find her and ran a comparative analysis seeking similar search patterns.

He checked to see if anyone had checked on her records, social media access, financial accounts, phone history. What he couldn't do himself he would demand of the AMRO's techs or even utilise some of his more costly and shady contacts. Calling in favours if need be.

~Chrono Asylum: Devil's Plague

@Fallenreaper
Awesome thanks.

So the Pallidinos are just being difficult and won't tell us where though.
Some sort of power play but not total defiance?

~Chrono Asylum: Devil's Plague

@xodus@Fallenreaper

And why don't the Pallidino assist?
I mean Anya is with them and the AMRO already have relations with them.
They hand their own kids over I can't see it being an issue to hand over a stranger.

Sorry for the questions!
I just gotta try get on the same page XD

Also is there any details on this girl?
Age, height, hair colour, nationality?

~Chrono Asylum: Devil's Plague

@xodus

I'm assuming we didn't just suddenly appear in some random cafe. Surely it must be some sort of 'closed door' hidden A.M.R.O base not open to the public?

Secondly where is the destroyed estate located? Can we go there?

New Beginnings Tournament.

The teleportation device in the lobby began to whirl once again as glowing, growing lights began to excitedly swirl around within it. In a bright flash they all came together and a shadowed silhouette of a warrior appeared, forming right in the middle. As the concealing light soon faded, it settled and gave way to Vallen the monk as he stepped out of the machine.

Resuming his purposeful yet paced stride the monk returns to his earlier spot. The movements of his short journey giving no inclination to the battle he supposedly just had. His breath was not exhausted, he walked without limitation or limp, his skin wore no bruise or scratches and no amount of blood could be seen on him.

But one action and one action alone spoke loudly of the truth in opposition to all other indicators.
He dragged the pointy blade of a sai across an unravelled sleeve, leaving behind a thin streak of blood. Soon after his weapon vanished up said sleeve ashe rolled it back in place.

Resuming his meditative seat, Vallen remained silent, patient and humble while he awaited further instructions.