Loksfjoer

Revival of the Dragon Riders

Trevor turned his attention to Rai, she had wanted to say something before the dragon had landed on the field and drew in all the attention. "What is it you had to say?" he asked.
So far he still needed to hear a plan better than the one Crreessa had suggested, but Rai seemed like a likely candidate to come with something good. Her posture had indicated that she was self-assured and he could appreciate that in a person.

The Hermit looked from Trevor at Rai, he too wanted to know what she had to say. Maybe it was best to let the dragons talk amongst themselves and greet the Elder.

Rachel had stood up when the old dragon had landed, and so had Fiona. While Rachel remained where she was, Fiona walked to the Elder and she too bowed her head as a greeting. When the small dragon walked to the old dragon she thought it was endearing, but it was obvious they needed to teach the young ones a few things.

The dragon looked at the green hatchling and a deep rumble sounded. "You can call me Elder," he spoke in the dragonic language.
Please forgive him, Fiona thought to him. He has recently hatched and he has no parents. I will teach him the proper ways of the dragons.
The old dragon nodded and turned to the little green one again. "You overestimate your strength. But I appreciate the sentiment." He turned to look at RedClaws. "It depends on what help you need," he said.
His eyes moved over all the adult dragons that were gathered here, he recognised all species, but it seemed the only two free dragons were himself and the small one floating on the water.

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The general looked at the map and nodded slowly. "Find Trevor, find Dragon Riders. Kill on sight. Those are your orders." He paused as he examined the map, his eyebrows moving into a frown. "Between all those sightings is a place I can see dragon riders or Trevor going, although they may have left already. A hermit lives here." He put his finger on the map. "If they aren't there he might know where they are. It will be a good place to start your search."
He looked at the two shifters. "That's all. I will report to the king."

Paranormal Activities [SporkoBug and Calle]

Ethan went through his hair with his fingers as he thought about it. "Basement, probably. It's close to the fitness rooms and I think there's a latch outside too. It's probably the easiest place to dump the old and broken shit from gyms and everything down there." He cursed under his breath. "Should have come to that conclusion earlier." As he said it, it seemed to be the most logical place to find an old punching bag. At least they had been able to release the imps, so it wasn't all in vain. And it wasn't like he had climbed up any stairs for nothing.

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Mr. Johnson frowned to the computer screen and was able to hold in an irritated groan. "I see," he said. "Well, you'll be pleased to know I consider her a valuable asset to our team. I won't dispose of her." He had no qualms about lying, and he had been doing it for long enough to be rather good at it too.
Truthfully, hearing they couldn't make another Gaia was a relief, and now he was even more resolved to dispose of her. If the monster died, no other monsters could be created. So the monster had to die.
"Are there special needs I need to know about?" he asked, taking a pen so he could write down any information he got. "Or perhaps weaknesses that I should protect her from. Just like you, I want to keep her alive."

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Agent Morrison knocked on the door and opened it to see if mr. Johnson was available. He saw he was on the phone, but mr. Johnson allowed him to come in with a gesture of the hand. So he went inside and closed the door behind him. He stood silently at the door, waiting for the phonecall to end.

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Benjamin only smiled at the remark of April and looked at Steph. There was something he wanted to say to her ever since he saw the menu, but he'd rather not do that when someone was around. Maybe later, there was plenty of time for that. Steph needed a moment to collect herself after all, and the female demon had said she had something for Steph.
So he waited.

The Rorie League, a Pokémon Trainer RP (always open for more players)

The Wingull lay motionless on the ground, the rising and falling of its chest showed it was still alive, but it was unresponsive. Whatever method would be chosen, it was best to get the injured Pokémon to the Pokémon Center.

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The Spinarak didn't seem to follow Sarah as she backed away. They continued to fire string shots at the Pokémon within range, but they weren't going to leave the safety of their trees and fight. The Spinarak trying to get the Abra did sound annoyed when the shots kept missing, but it too didn't give any impression of wanting to pursue the Pokémon when it teleported out of range.

A Trainers Ambition [SporkoBug and Calle]

Sparky is adorable <3

And Gavin doesn't need to worry, Mindy had some Pokémon Ethics from professor Bansing. She doesn't throw her Pokéball at everything that moves.
Although, she does like purple...

A Trainers Ambition [SporkoBug and Calle]

Saruya followed Missy and Harry and walked with them to the food trolley. She laughed when the bowl fell and walked to Sparky. Gently she removed the bowl with her mouth and put it in the grass. "You have to be careful," she said as she turned to the Joltsodour. "You could have really hurt yourself this way. What if someone left a knife in the bowl? If you can't see what's on the top you shouldn't pull it down."

It was good Mabel knew what the Pokémon wanted to ask, because it was hard to understand through the enthusiasm. It was endearing.
"I will take good care of them," Mabel promised and she bent down, holding out her hands. "Come here," she said to the two small Pokémon. "I will carry you in my arms."

"I've seen a store not so far from here, we will check that place first," Mindy said, beckoning Gavin so he would follow her. Going around the Pokémon Center she tried to remember where all the clothing stores were, she knew she had seen a few in the area. The first one, if she remembered correctly, wasn't overly fashionable, but judging from Gavin's current attire, fashion was not his priority.
At the front of the center she almost bumped into Andy as he left the Pokémon Center.
"Oh, sorry professor Bansing."
"We're not in the academy, nor in any lab where Maple can hear us, Andy will do." He looked from her to Gavin. "Going somewhere?"
"Oh, yes. Gavin needs clothes."
Much to Mindy's surprise Andy started laughing. "Yes, he does. Pick out something nice for him, many men are lost when they have to buy clothes and Gavin is a special case." Still snickering he went to Gavin and gave him a pat on the back. "You'll survive. Just so no to pink, that colour won't suit you."
He walked away from them, but suddenly stopped. "Have you two seen Michael?"
"Behind the Pokémon Center," Mindy said and looked at Gavin, smiling broadly. "Shall we?" She wasn't sure why, but she was looking forward to this small trip to the store.

Michael watched Sparky get covered with the bowl, but when he noticed his Arcanine was going towards her he decided to let her handle it. Jycii and Charles seemed to speak with each other, he was too far away to hear their words, but it seemed to be civil. With most of Gavin's and Mindy's Pokémon returned this place was emptier than before. One thing was for sure: he had the smallest party. Not just by having the fewest, but three of his four Pokémon were small as well. It didn't matter though, there was plenty of time to add to his team.

Strange Arrivals (A ZAVAZggg & Calle Roleplay)

The doors opened and the scent of the food, the buzz of voices and the bright lights greeted Andy even before he stepped inside, as if a good friend waited for him. Maybe he just went too often to places like this, in the end they all looked and smelled alike. As he entered the fast-food restaurant he glanced around, starting to his left. It was busy, but not more than usual around this time. A few children were playing in the corner, a group of students were eating a meal while being busy on their phones, a family of five were unpacking their freshly fried food.

Finising his glance over the entire establishment, his eyes lingered on someone he recognised standing at the right side. Alastor, the disappeared patient. Obviously he had upgraded his clothes, and starting with a hospital gown even a saggy t-shirt and torn jeans would have been an upgrade, but it was definitely him.

"Well, that is curious," he said, taking in Alistors posture and he stepped towards him. "I am certain the test result showed several fractures. Yet you stand here as if nothing is wrong," he gestured to the cane, "I mean, that thing is just for show." He knew the difference between someone relying on a cane to stand or move, and someone using one as a fashion statement. Alistor, with his entire outfit, seemed hopelessly out of place here and the cane was just part of the outfit. He put a hand in his side. "Although," he continued, "I suppose what surprises me most is that you stand here, and not in the line to order something. Aren't you hungry?"

Paranormal Activities [SporkoBug and Calle]

"Yeah, don't worry about it," Ethan said. "The little buggers are gone. I just hope we won't get in trouble for this." Although, he'd like to have a word with the agent who dumped them on the attic like that.
He too started searching for something they could use, but as far as he could see, this wasn't a place where they dumped the old equipment. Most of the boxes were filled with old personnel files and reports. None of it was particularly interesting. He flipped through some of the papers, but nothing here was confidential.
He pulled a crate to the side and saw a mousetrap with a half rotten mouse in it. "I don't think they come here very often," he muttered.

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"No," Morrison said, maybe a bit too quick. "No need to come, I know the combination, it's all I need." He closed the door and stood there a moment longer, then he turned around and started walking. Not to the weapon lockers, he'd go there later. He went straight to the office of mr. Johnson.

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"I see," mr. Johnson said, leaning back in his chair and looking at the computer screen in front of him. "Who is this project we have in our midst and why do you call about it?"
He didn't like this mysterious phonecall, or the mystery caller. He took a cable from the table and plugged it into the phone. With three mouseclicks he opened he program that hopefully would allow him to discover where the caller was calling from.

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Benjamin put his hand on Stephs shoulder. He didn't know what the demon woman was talking about and he didn't really care either. Not as long as Steph was shaking like this. "It's okay," he said to her. "They are gone. Which is probably for the best, because I suck at personal combat." He turned to April. "Thanks for coming. I admit I was in over my head, but I couldn't turn my back on Steph."
He looked back at Steph to make sure she was getting calmer.

Nobody Will Believe It [SporkoBug and Calle]

"They haven't given up on me yet, they still hope to cure me." Benjamin sighed, he wasn't sure if that was good or bad. As long as they hoped he could be cured they would nag about therapy, but if they would give up and want to prove he was insane, he'd never leave this place. He would be trapped here forever.
He cleared his throat. "Right," he quickly said, pushing back the uncomfortable thoughts before they would get a hold on him. "Let's draw something together." He paused. "Well, after Ari, and me excusing to the staff for missing group therapy, and the meeting with the psychiatrist." He laughed a bit, rubbed the back of his head. "My afternoon seems to be pretty full already."

Marc watched Sara go and went to the catatonic patient. While she was unresponsive, she did react to food or liquids and managed to chew and swallow just fine. "Hello Carol," he said, sitting down at the table. "We have a wonderful lunch for you." He looked at the tray that was placed on the table. All mixed food of course, they didn't dare risking giving her solid food to eat.

Geoffry just muttered things under his breath, barely audible. When the tray was placed in front of him he took the ergonomic fork with the big handle, but his hand shook so much he wasn't able to scoop up any food.

Revival of the Dragon Riders

I'm trying to decide if the old dragon will be annoyed or amused by the little one XD

I just realised I never replied to the Heartstones, but I like that idea! Of course none of my characters now anything about it, Mikhal may have heard a reference in a song once or twice, but never an explanation of what they really are.

RPGC #24: Tactical Espionage Action - Discussion

Can it be anything from medieval to futuristic, as long as the theme is still recognisable?