Lugubrious

Pokemon: New World

@luckyblackcat Alright haha. Leisy will reassure Ella that it's just a informal sparring match, but Ella will probably still worry anyway, huh? But yeah, 3-on-3 works since it's probably fairer that way.

Also, @lugubrious going to wait until you post to post again :) Wanna answer Leisy's question to the old man (since I figured that you might have some sort of plan as to how this is all going to go) or would you be fine with me or Cat digging something up from the Stillwater description?

@Dusksong

I'll get out a short post soon.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

@Lunarlors34 Sorry about not posting, work tis a bich. Since a slight skip happened, want to just say the prank was a beautiful success? @Lugubrious Also would Pirate Lord have been informed since the skip to the ball? Sorry to keep asking its just rather not leave out important details.

@Oblivion666

Yes, though keep in mind that nothing will have changed so far because of the merger.

Pokemon: New World

I don't think that there are any restrictions about what kind of trainers battle one another. There was now roblem with Bernard battling Olivie, after all.

Pokemon: New World

For quite some time she put it off, but eventually Olivie couldn't shut out the sunlight any longer. She pulled herself into a sitting position, her movement slow to prevent the crick in her neck from causing her any further discomfort. Through her bleary eyes, the room came into focus. A bug buzzed near her head, forcing the brunette to flail her arm around in attempt to slap it away. The first thing she spotted was the round form of Gespenst sitting in the window, soaking up the morning rays. His shriveled, black flower drank in the light and restored energy to his body. Buck, meanwhile, Olivie discovered curled up right next to her. ”Betcha could go all day, huh?” she mumbled with a craggy smile on her face. After she rubbed her eyes, she extracted herself from her bed and stood up to stretch. Once content that she'd worked out all the kinks she'd accumulated overnight, she put on her clothes and prepared to depart. Verrine and her Nidoran, stood on either side of the door, stolid as trained sentries. Before she approached them, Olivie wondered why she felt so drained. A muddled memory of something frightening needled her, but she couldn't remember a thing.

Putting it aside, she knelt down in front of her Nidoran. ”A'right. That was one crazy night at Feyhollow, and after that, you've earned yourself a name. I thought it up yesterday while walking. Bifrons, a dark spirit in the culture of my ancestors. Pretty badass, yeah?” If he understood, the Nidoran did not give any indication of approval. Perhaps he simply didn't know what to think; a name was, after all, a thing of vital importance. Regardless, Olivie left the room soonafter, with all four of her Pokemon in tow.

She stopped by the front desk on the way out. The old clerk remembered her face. “Oh! G'mornin', missie. Headed out fer the day?”

While irked by the codger's nickname, Olivie nodded before replying, ”What's there to do around here? I'm happy to explore, but...”

Eager to share his knowledge, the man interjected as his guest trailed off. “There's heaps o' stuff! All kinds of rare pokes and mighty mysterious goin's-on by the seaside. Plus, we got a mission for any trainers what might like to earn a li'l reward. Pay Mr. Wernicke a visit at the Pokey Mart 'cross the river if ya like.”

It sounded like a plan to Olivie. ”Might as well. D'you need me to pay for my room?” A quick consultation of her pokedex later, she added, ”I have tons of Trainer Points.”

Her acquaintance shook his grizzled head. “Nah. Outside the Pokey Mart, we here in Stillwater do our tradin' with stuff a li'l more real. Sand dollars is what we use for currency. Although, iffen ya do somethin' 'bout all the bad dreams, I'll later ya stay for free as long as ya want.” He gestured to the rooms again to emphasize his reward.

Bad dreams? For a moment, Olivie was silent. Though she remembered little, she felt as though bad dreams might have hit her hard last night. She certainly felt as though she'd been tossing and turning for hours. The old man's phrasing, too, caught her off guard. Typically there wasn't much people could do about bad dreams, but from the way the guy spoke about them, they sounded like a sickness that could be cured. Strange. Olivie turned to go, giving a little wave as she did, for she could appreciate a hospitable, no-nonsense attitude. The elderly deserved more respect than the young and foolish in her book. ”I'll check it out. Later.”

One creaky, water-soaked, plank bridge later and Olivie stood outside the Poke Mart with her party. The open-air establishment, styled much like an enormous stall at a county fair, afforded her a good look at the people inside as she entered. A solitary table with two chairs stood on the boarded floor, and at it sat a middle-aged man and woman. The man, a heavyset fellow with a receding sandy-colored hairline and spiky beard, wore a set of beige waders and a dark blue cotton shirt. Across from him, his companion wore jeans, a flannel shirt, and a faded orange shawl to match her bright red hair, tied in a ponytail. Neither could be said to be particularly good-looking or friendly, but they gave off the air of absolutely average, approachable, down-to-earth people. At the moment, both were playing cards, but Olivie's approach caused them to look up. In an instant, a wide smile appeared over the woman's face. In an accent as thick and sweet as honey she exclaimed, “Well, ain'tcha a purdy gal! An' slap me sideways if ya ain't a pokeymon traina! Behin' the counta, dear,” she added, turning to her husband. “Barely open five minutes an' ya gotcha first sale a' the day!” The unexpected compliment brought a stormy frown to Olivie's face, and she made as if to turn around. When did people get so personal?

But the shopkeeper was already on his way. Oddly silent, she shuffled behind the counter, then altered his countenance. In a very official manner he clapped his hands and declared, “Welcome ta the Stillwata Pokey Mart, young lady! What can I getcha this fine mornin'? We got run-a-the-mill pokey balls, great balls, antydotes fer what ails ya, and a buncha local goods with the amazin' ability to raise yer pokeymon's power. Goober! C'mon out, ya hear?”

From behind the counter, an odd shape emerged. A creature that could only be described as a living top inside a blob of green jelly levitated up, a look of dull surprise on its face. The shopkeeper laid his hand on the top of the creature and squeezed it, and much like a dog getting scratched, the Pokemon closed its eyes and tilted its head back. Olivie watched with eyebrows raised. ”Uh, I just want a pokeball.” After making the transaction, Olivie found herself confronted by the shopkeeper's wife, who was eager to show her a new pokemon item she was working on. So genuine was the woman's enthusiasm to share with her that Olivie couldn't bring herself to deny her. According to the craftswoman, when finished the item would power up a pokemon's ghost-type moves by half.

During this time, some other girls entered the shop, but the brunette didn't pay them much attention. Only when she'd been shown every detail on the so-called 'Spell Tag' did she get the chance to look away. Immediately Olivie recognized one of the girls as the annoying goodie-goodie who she'd been forced to get some directions from back in Central City. Ugh. More than prepared to leave and explore Stillwater, Olivie started toward the door only to pause when Leisy asked about a paper attached to a sort of notice board.

The shopkeeper wasted no time responding. A serious look had come over his face, and he removed his hand from his Duosion's head. “People been havin' weird dreams lately. People have lots a' vivid dreams in this place, but in the past couple a' weeks it's been more nightmares. Some poor folks wake up screamin' in the middle of the night, an' some won't wake up fer hours in the daytime no matter what noise ya make. There's sleepwalkin' too. Mrs. Valerie Winterbrook thinks it's a pokeymon makin' trouble—a real strong'un. We put up a reward for any trainers what help us out, an' most townfolk would be awful grateful too. Maybe...?”

At that point, Olivie crossed her arms and stepped forward. ”Hey, if you're lookin' for someone to give some rotten monster a royal beatdown, I'm your girl. I bet me and Barnie can kick this thing's ass in a day flat.” She glanced at Leisy and Ella, her eyes challenging, then back to the shopkeeper. ”Let me have the job, chief. We'll have you all sleepin' like babies in no time.”

The Benevolent Beauty Turned Boisterous Bruiser

Current Location: Stillwater
TP: 40 + 1 = 41
CP: 19+ 1 = 20

Interaction:
@Dusksong's Leisy Takigawa (The Adventurous, Unassuming Go-getter)
@LuckyBlackCat's Ellanor Beaufort (Pretty, Perky, Poison-Prone Punk)

Pokemon:
Buck the Bidoof – lvl 3 – healthy
Gespenst the Cacnea – lvl 4 – healthy
Verrine the Karrablast – lvl 4 – healthy
Bifrons the Nidoran♂ - lvl 2 - healthy

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

In the company of real heroes, emotion-stricken teammates, and one furious director, Elliot maintained a grave silence. His first instinct was to say that none of the misfortune which transpired had been his fault, but Kens wasn't exactly blaming the Wards; he placed the fault squarely on Sonar. And, even if he didn't exact punishment, the young man's fate was severe. Condemned to exist in a coma to preserve him from the dire ramifications of an unchecked power, he would never again lead the band of super-powered teens. Even worse, he might never again see the light of day, or the face of a loved one. It made Elliot feel bad—guilty, even. How much he liked the kid didn't matter. He should have done more. At the very least, he felt less inclined to complain about his own less-than-ideal ability than ever before, even in the solitude of his own company. To not have a power that meant a lifetime asleep or insane was a blessing taken for granted, he realized.

Elliot did not receive the title of leader, but he hardly wanted it. Such a position asked far more than he felt he could contribute. If anything, he felt as though Messiah drew the short end of the stick. Now she was the inexperienced, unwilling individual responsible for a group of quarrelsome, unreliable teenagers. Even leaving the meeting, which Elliot might have delighted in any other day, failed to fill him with relief. The entire ordeal filled in him a sense of dread. No matter what powers he had, he -and the rest of the Wards- were not invincible, as many young men and women liked to believe. Some day, maybe as soon as tomorrow, he might run into a meta who might ruin his life just as ruthlessly and effortlessly as the deathly one ruined Collin's. It was with a bitter face and hands jammed into pockets that Elliot stalked from the conference chamber, bound for the privacy of his own little room. He intended to while away some time in an online MMO in an effort to immerse himself somewhere far away from this reality's troubles, but with the gloomy cloud that permeated the whole building, he wondered if he could even do that.

Pokemon: New World

@luckyblackcat @lugubrious Leisy's probably decent. She has a few fairly high-level Pokes and her Larvitar should be at the point where it can use Bite & Dark Pulse (hopefully), but the Larvitar's just one Poke and her other two (Bug/Sewaddle & Ghost/Gastly) are lvl 1's...

By the way, Lugubrious, will Bernard be tagging along? He's a great character and all, and he'd be a great person to lean on for this mission, but he's not actually "real" and won't get a cut of the reward (maybe we can pretend he does?). Overall I'm fine either way -- more characters is always nice, but your choice.

@Dusksong

He will be coming along, though he won't receive a real reward.

Pokemon: New World

@lugubrious Would Olivie be leading/participating in the "Bad Dreams" mission on the Stillwater Mission Board? Would you mind if Ella and Leisy took up the mission as well?

@luckyblackcat how about it?

@Dusksong

Yeah, she'll be doing that. I'll be posting soon.

Pokemon: New World

@Lugubrious Am I getting the feel of Stillwater right now? Also, was Ella's nightmare the kind of dream people get?

@LuckyBlackCat

Well, there's no specific kind of dream that people in the town get. Everything you've done is fine, though.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

Fleo Plector – Ballroom

As the saying goes, there's a first time for everything, and for a dusty-ridden country gal tonight was no exception. More than a decade had passed since Fleo Plector last danced, or even attended an event at which dancing would be a significant affair, and so it was with great trepidation that she entered the ballroom unescorted. Due to the anxiety inspired in her by such a high-brow occasion, she arrived earlier than she would have liked. Thoughts about socializing, politics, Crocus's elite, and the big names from other guilds all whirled around her, threatening to make her dizzy, but she had managed to dress well enough. Phoenix Wing's dust wizard wore an old-fashioned, long-sleeved, chocolate brown gown that reached all the way to the floor. A red ribbon wrapped around her shoulders and wound around itself at the center of her collarbone into a roselike shape, but other than that it was unadorned. She couldn't exactly afford anything fancier, after all, and nor did she want to. Simple and traditional dress suited her just fine. With any luck, nobody would pay her any attention at all, and save her some embarrassment. The last thing she wanted to do would be to hurt Phoenix Wing's image by coming off as some kind of bumpkin.

Hyun Sasithom – Ballroom

Punctual as always, the soldiers of Frenzy Plant arrived en masse. They entered the castle in no formation at all, but nevertheless a very formal air surrounded them. Not at all the least contributing factor to this serious aura was the fact that, with a few exceptions, every member of the war guild was attending the ball in a ceremonial uniform. Dominantly a dark, pastel green, and adorned by various medals according to their owners' merits, this attire exuded a class founded in discipline. Few of the soldiers who wore them knew their touch well, but as an acute observer might have guessed, they'd done some rehearsal beforehand, so hardly anything was awry. The gentlemen wore black undershirts and red ties with their ceremonial dress, complete with corresponding black shoes and gloves, while the ladies' uniforms featured knee-length skirts over black stockings. Furthermore, every soldier wore a red beret.

Hyun stood as an exception. Frenzy Plant's S-rank members had been given the option to choose their own attire, and while Zander did not deviate from the standard uniform save for red trim, both Hyun and Indigo took advantage of the privilege. Tonight, the war guild's champion swordswoman wore a Sevenese kimono of extravagant severity. Predominantly cream-colored with a plethora of violet and lavender imagery, it sported enormous sleeves that touched the ground, and a burgundy sash tied into a huge bow behind Hyun's waist. Even her hair was done up, styled and pinned with a silver comb into a pattern that to a Fiore native could only be described as a croissant-shaped bun atop her head. A Sevenese eye, meanwhile, would recognize it as a modified kushi-maki style.

If her guildmates' apparel denoted reservation and staunchness, Indigo's choice of attire went the other way entirely. Clad in a sapphire-blue, backless (and, to Hyun's cynical eye, rather close to frontless) top with its strap behind her neck and a voluminous, pitch-black gown below, she exhibited grandiose showiness. Her long, blonde hair had been formed into a single, sizable braid that swung behind her with every step, a pendulum punctuated by the steady clack-clack-clack of sparkling azure heels. Among the green dress uniforms that surrounded her, she stood out like a sore thumb; practically anyone would have a hard time looking away. If Hyun had to pick a word to describe her, it would be 'dazzling'.

She could offer much more respect for the chosen garb of Frenzy Plant's master. Like her, Sanders had opted to represent the culture of his homeland. He wore an intricate chiffon robe of ash-gray that went past his knees. Its unique collar supported a necklace that resembled a belt, each one of its many 'buckles' sporting a different medal. He wore a short, cylindrical hat as well, mistakable as a another beret at first glance.

Several wizards from other guilds had arrived. Hyun waited idly, the very picture of dignity, and wondered what the night might bring.

Nero Lemure – Outside the Castle

A wooden sign, hastily painted and erected in the grass beside the walkway leading to the castle, read 'Genie Garb!' in big letters, with an addendum beneath: 'Wishing you had something to wear to the ball? Look no farther!' Next to the sign stood Nero the Genie himself, dressed in a cheap purple suit with matching bow tie. In a unique twist, he wore his usual tattered cape, no doubt to maintain the image of a mystical guru. The dark mage's winning salesman's smile told each and every passer by that should he or she require his services, all one needed to do was make a wish.

Of course, the stick-thin sorcerer wasn't alone. An adorable little girl bounced around the sign and its maker, seemingly unbothered by her usual shyness. The excitement of the ball had infected her, lifting her typical somber mood. Opposite Nero stood a remarkably portly young lady with dark hair, warm brown eyes, and a pleasant expression who Nero introduced as his lovely assistant. Whenever someone stopped by the sign post out of curiosity or dubiousness, Nero demonstrated the Law of Raiment by transforming Evelyn's clothes. One moment she wore a simple dress, the next a pantsuit, the next a marvelous ballgown. More than a few ballgoers, enchanted by the Genie's feat of magic, offered a paltry sum of jewel for him to modify their clothing. Several onlookers without the money for special clothes, upon seeing this, came to him as well. In short, business was booming. Nero, out for gladness rather than cash, still managed to rake in a notable profit, and in terms of bringing joy to others he couldn't be more successful. ”Whoo!” he breathed after another satisfied customer went off. ”I oughta thank the king and queen, nyeh heh! 'Cause they cut the Games short and came up with this ball to cover the loss, there's loads of hopefuls pining away for something nice to wear! What a time to be a Genie!” He turned his beaming grin at Evelyn, who returned the favor.

Pokemon: New World

@toadropes messed up on your tag so tagging you here :)

@lugubrious My latest post included some attempted lore/characterization of Stillwater, so do you wanna look over that and see if I made any glaring errors?

@Dusksong

There's no problem.