BazmundIDK what you do in terms of posting order - do you wait for 2 people to post, or do you wait for everyone to post, before you post something yourself? I'm just really impatient when it comes to cool RPs. >:D
Also, I can clearly see Rudy and Elizabeth becoming best buds. You'll see in a little while later, I presume...but Elizabeth still needs teaching in certain, very obvious, aspects of life and I bet Rudy could do that.
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Raddum said His eyes widened in surprise, as he nearly spouted out his thoughts, but managed to keep them to himself. 'Is that a member of the Blake Family? Here?'
Dat feel when you get EXACTLY the right reaction you were hoping for. <3
The grass of the fields rippled under the hover-car skimming across the dirt road towards the Pokemon HQ lab. It was fluid and sleek, the bumper and rims a polished gold, whilst the body remained a dark, sparkling metallic violet. On the bonnet sat a crest of arms featuring a pokeball as the centrepiece, and all of the windows were tinted black.
It slowly floated to a halt in front of the doors to the lab, and an aged woman in a starched, plain navy pinafore with a white blouse underneath stepped out of the hover-car, opening the door to reveal the black, soft seats in which there was only one occupant. The occupant unbuckled her seatbelt and slipped out of the hover-car, nodding curtly to the woman. "Your father wishes you back before supper, Elizabeth." reported the aged woman and the occupant nodded again.
The occupant waited and watched the hover-car slide down the rolling plains for a while, before turning and entering the Lab. She went on tip-toes to be seen at the reception desk - "Elizabeth Blake, Miss, I'm here for the tour." - and followed her down towards Michael and the other children, down the corridors and approaching a window into the daycare where the group were peering inside.
Elizabeth herself was quite a sight. The first thing that would come to mind is "rich kid" - every inch of her outfit screamed wealth and demanded attention. The dress she was wearing incorperated a shimmering beige silk chestpiece which was smoothly dyed at the bottom to navy blue, on top of which was translucent cloth with a similar dying pattern. On the chest, the hems and the skirt, elaborate embroidered patterns only barely accentuated with sequins and stones brought the full dress together. The slippers were made out of a dark navy velvet. Hanging on her shoulder was a satin clutch bag.
However, the body inside of the outfit certainly was sending the opposite message - Her almond-shaped grey eyes were dulled by years of formality to show little to no emotion or life out of them, completely devoid of the childish spark of excitement and adventure. Unlike the local inhabitants of Orre, her skin was pallid and smooth like cream. Even the colour in her lips is faded, barely pink, as if something sucked the colour right out of her. A stark contrast to her pallor was her hair - a straight black curtain, trimmed as flat and neat as is physically possible. The only decoration was a black headband, almost lost in the dark hair, with a gem-studded Litwick brooch pinned to it.
She scanned over the group without really taking in their appearance, or perhaps even their existence, before her eyes rested on Michael. With the elegance and grace that probably could only be achieved with years of constant practice, Elizabeth bowed her head so the inky dark curtain covered her face and neck, lightly crossed her feet over and curtseyed to the man, rising in a matter of moments. When she spoke, her voice was just as blank and hollow as her eyes. "I apologise for my lateness. My name is Elizabeth Blake, and I wish to attend the tour."
It slowly floated to a halt in front of the doors to the lab, and an aged woman in a starched, plain navy pinafore with a white blouse underneath stepped out of the hover-car, opening the door to reveal the black, soft seats in which there was only one occupant. The occupant unbuckled her seatbelt and slipped out of the hover-car, nodding curtly to the woman. "Your father wishes you back before supper, Elizabeth." reported the aged woman and the occupant nodded again.
The occupant waited and watched the hover-car slide down the rolling plains for a while, before turning and entering the Lab. She went on tip-toes to be seen at the reception desk - "Elizabeth Blake, Miss, I'm here for the tour." - and followed her down towards Michael and the other children, down the corridors and approaching a window into the daycare where the group were peering inside.
Elizabeth herself was quite a sight. The first thing that would come to mind is "rich kid" - every inch of her outfit screamed wealth and demanded attention. The dress she was wearing incorperated a shimmering beige silk chestpiece which was smoothly dyed at the bottom to navy blue, on top of which was translucent cloth with a similar dying pattern. On the chest, the hems and the skirt, elaborate embroidered patterns only barely accentuated with sequins and stones brought the full dress together. The slippers were made out of a dark navy velvet. Hanging on her shoulder was a satin clutch bag.
However, the body inside of the outfit certainly was sending the opposite message - Her almond-shaped grey eyes were dulled by years of formality to show little to no emotion or life out of them, completely devoid of the childish spark of excitement and adventure. Unlike the local inhabitants of Orre, her skin was pallid and smooth like cream. Even the colour in her lips is faded, barely pink, as if something sucked the colour right out of her. A stark contrast to her pallor was her hair - a straight black curtain, trimmed as flat and neat as is physically possible. The only decoration was a black headband, almost lost in the dark hair, with a gem-studded Litwick brooch pinned to it.
She scanned over the group without really taking in their appearance, or perhaps even their existence, before her eyes rested on Michael. With the elegance and grace that probably could only be achieved with years of constant practice, Elizabeth bowed her head so the inky dark curtain covered her face and neck, lightly crossed her feet over and curtseyed to the man, rising in a matter of moments. When she spoke, her voice was just as blank and hollow as her eyes. "I apologise for my lateness. My name is Elizabeth Blake, and I wish to attend the tour."
Alrighty, I'll work on my opening post and a PM for you.
Why, thank you very much for the compliments! And yes, getting into the tower is assured; Elizabeth's daddy makes frequent trips to the tower anyways. I didn't want to extend that offer until the CS was accepted, though.
As for the entrance it'd be easier if one assumes that Elizabeth was taken there personally by a fancy car or something, hence the lateness. After all, a Blake would never take a common bus! *arrogant hair flick*
I'd also like a quick chat with you about Elizabeth and the staff under the Blake household, and how they might play a role in the plot...but alas, I am a touch busy and will have to PM you later about it. Until then, assume the servants dropped Elizabeth off in the lab on her own because nothing could possibly go wrong, right? :P
As for the entrance it'd be easier if one assumes that Elizabeth was taken there personally by a fancy car or something, hence the lateness. After all, a Blake would never take a common bus! *arrogant hair flick*
I'd also like a quick chat with you about Elizabeth and the staff under the Blake household, and how they might play a role in the plot...but alas, I am a touch busy and will have to PM you later about it. Until then, assume the servants dropped Elizabeth off in the lab on her own because nothing could possibly go wrong, right? :P
Name: Elizabeth
Age: 12
Gender: Female
Personality: On face value, Elizabeth could be described as 'odd'. Her silence is unnerving and she usually doesn't talk unless she has something that she deems important to say. She's very quiet and reserved and thoughtful, still learning a lot about the world and it's counterparts. She tends to have a very solid idea on what is inherently "Right" and "Wrong" and her childish naivety makes her prone to trying to find the best qualities in people...but that doesn't mean that if someone is cruel, cold-hearted and vile, she'll try to trust them despite the overwhelming evidence that they aren't to be trusted.
In terms of her attitude and mannerisms, she has a very polite way of speaking and talking. her voice gives away her status as, most likely, someone from a very refined or very wealthy family. She's very respectful of the dead and deceased, and to her superiors.
History: Deep in the boughs of Agata Forest sits a large woodland cottage, and in that cottage sits a little girl and her father, dressed in opulent outfits and generally milling around the rooms, getting things to drink and eat from their butler, conversing politely with the housemaid. It's no surprise that the Blake family attribute to job openings in their cottage for housekeeping staff, as Mr Blake himself is generally making trips to Realgam Tower and Phenac City for business purposes, leaving her daughter to her own devices.
The little girl within has been born with the silver spoon in her mouth since day 1, and cherished even more since Lily Blake died of childbirth. She regularly visited her mother's grave and talked to it each week, explaining how she is, what she's been doing. Her fascination with the deceased unnerved her father a little as she felt at home in the local cemetery, for reasons unknown.
On one rainy autumn evening, Mr Blake went to pick her daughter up from the cemetery and found out the source of her odd behaviour - she had made friends with a Misdreavus and probably spent the majority of her time playing games with the local ghost pokemon there. Mr Blake assumed that it was due to a gap where a motherly figure should've been, something that couldn't be replaced by nannies and local village women, that Elizabeth chose to make friends with those so closely tied with the deceased. That didn't stop it form being a little weird, though.
Her life was pretty uneventful. She kept away from the deserts, and the crime, and stuck to places like the Rustler Farm (to which she was a regular visitor, because she liked watching the berry bushes blooming) and Gateon Port - which she believes is too lively for her tastes. Since she wanted to learn more about her Misdreavus and pokemon in general, Mr. Blake allowed Elizabeth to go to the Pokemon HQ lab, unaware that agreeing to the little day trip will change his daughter's life forever...
Team:
Misdreavus, level 7 Ghost Type
✿ Growl
✿Psywave
✿Spite
NB - One would assume that the Blake family is well-known for their wealthy lifestyle and being quite aristocratic due to their influence in stock market business. Whilst not vital to the plot or the main story in general, some people will easily know Elizabeth as a rich kid, especially around Agata forest, Gateon Port, and Rustler farm. Hopefully, I'll be able to negotiate with Raddum about the possibility of the Blake family sponsoring the pokemon HQ research...but as of yet Mr Bake holds no true power or plot relevance, and it shouldn't be assumed that he controls, or is a part of, anything that might disrupt the plot in any way.
Age: 12
Gender: Female
Personality: On face value, Elizabeth could be described as 'odd'. Her silence is unnerving and she usually doesn't talk unless she has something that she deems important to say. She's very quiet and reserved and thoughtful, still learning a lot about the world and it's counterparts. She tends to have a very solid idea on what is inherently "Right" and "Wrong" and her childish naivety makes her prone to trying to find the best qualities in people...but that doesn't mean that if someone is cruel, cold-hearted and vile, she'll try to trust them despite the overwhelming evidence that they aren't to be trusted.
In terms of her attitude and mannerisms, she has a very polite way of speaking and talking. her voice gives away her status as, most likely, someone from a very refined or very wealthy family. She's very respectful of the dead and deceased, and to her superiors.
History: Deep in the boughs of Agata Forest sits a large woodland cottage, and in that cottage sits a little girl and her father, dressed in opulent outfits and generally milling around the rooms, getting things to drink and eat from their butler, conversing politely with the housemaid. It's no surprise that the Blake family attribute to job openings in their cottage for housekeeping staff, as Mr Blake himself is generally making trips to Realgam Tower and Phenac City for business purposes, leaving her daughter to her own devices.
The little girl within has been born with the silver spoon in her mouth since day 1, and cherished even more since Lily Blake died of childbirth. She regularly visited her mother's grave and talked to it each week, explaining how she is, what she's been doing. Her fascination with the deceased unnerved her father a little as she felt at home in the local cemetery, for reasons unknown.
On one rainy autumn evening, Mr Blake went to pick her daughter up from the cemetery and found out the source of her odd behaviour - she had made friends with a Misdreavus and probably spent the majority of her time playing games with the local ghost pokemon there. Mr Blake assumed that it was due to a gap where a motherly figure should've been, something that couldn't be replaced by nannies and local village women, that Elizabeth chose to make friends with those so closely tied with the deceased. That didn't stop it form being a little weird, though.
Her life was pretty uneventful. She kept away from the deserts, and the crime, and stuck to places like the Rustler Farm (to which she was a regular visitor, because she liked watching the berry bushes blooming) and Gateon Port - which she believes is too lively for her tastes. Since she wanted to learn more about her Misdreavus and pokemon in general, Mr. Blake allowed Elizabeth to go to the Pokemon HQ lab, unaware that agreeing to the little day trip will change his daughter's life forever...
Team:
Misdreavus, level 7 Ghost Type
✿ Growl
✿Psywave
✿Spite
NB - One would assume that the Blake family is well-known for their wealthy lifestyle and being quite aristocratic due to their influence in stock market business. Whilst not vital to the plot or the main story in general, some people will easily know Elizabeth as a rich kid, especially around Agata forest, Gateon Port, and Rustler farm. Hopefully, I'll be able to negotiate with Raddum about the possibility of the Blake family sponsoring the pokemon HQ research...but as of yet Mr Bake holds no true power or plot relevance, and it shouldn't be assumed that he controls, or is a part of, anything that might disrupt the plot in any way.
Bison sat erect and stiff in her seat, eating her plain and hearty breakfast of bread rolls and rice whilst glaring down every other master in the process. Of course, by now they should understand her hostilities are a complete façade; but just as equally know that she only has one mood, and that's "angry". All the time. Every waking moment, for reasons unknown, just...constantly irritated by something.
Master So Hai spoke up first. Bison didn't care, his technique was alright and she liked his method of teaching. Mid-mouthful, he idly commented on not getting something, and Bison made a derisive snort. Her mind came up with a snappy comeback but she kept silent because she knew who she was dealing with. "Don't get what?" Bison replied in that forced polite voice, with undertones of "Choose your next words carefully there."
Bison met gazes with So Hai for a fraction of a second before he started toying with his own breakfast. "You let that girl run around and do as she pleases without so much as a slap on the wrist. You're much too soft on her." he said slyly. Bison had half a mind to give him a slap on the wrist. The nerve! Did he not see her crack Lemur over the head with a spoon? In plain view of her potential team? The man was too thick to understand that physical punishment isn't everything, and didn't understand the complexities of having to look after...That.
Bison glared at Tachi for a moment, who was too pre-occupied with talking with Gaizen, urging him on to heat up his bowl of noodles with his firebending. If Master So Hai knew, just for a moment, what teaching someone like Tachi was like...then he'd understand completely. Lazy students are fine. But...students who are just so...active? How do you go about punishing them for being eager? it certainly opened Bison's eyes, that's for sure.
Bison set down her bread roll. Tachi flicked her head to peer at it longingly, and then sat down on her behind, got back up onto that crouching position on the bench, shifted her feet a little...felt the hairs on the back of her neck tingle, felt her gut tightening, traces of adrenaline heightening her senses all in a fraction of a second as Bison's voice called out "Well, master So Hai, if you're-....Wait."
They both felt a rush of air above them. Tachi and Bison looked up first as Master So Hai, seeming to itch for a fight, tried to goad Bison on with a "Hm?" but they weren't listening. An ear-splitting crash tore through the calm like a chainsaw through bubble wrap. Tachi didn't shriek or yelp but moved so quickly it was as if she was electrocuted. With a push of her legs she leapt up onto the table, shifting her feet and looking around frantically. The pair watched warriors pile in. Bison thought of Tachi and Tachi thought of Bison as they both readied themselves for a fight.
Bison certainly didn't go down without a fight. Waves of warriors fell before her violent, powerful gales, she roared her fury at the foes, locking her gaze onto the Armour-Clad Mountain-Man who called himself the Juggernaut. This was the man she wanted to fight, but all these people kept getting in her way...and with each slash, her defences lowered and lowered and by the time she got to the Juggernaut she was considerably weakened, but that didn't stop her from going onto a bloody, storm-infused rampage. Furious, snarling, bloodied and battered, Bison dropped to her knees - making almost certain that she was the very last to do so, or die trying. After all, how dare they think that they could defeat her, or that she's cowardly enough to fall first.
Tachi was another matter entirely. She didn't know these people, she didn't want to work with them, and she didn't want to fight. So the first idea she has was to ditch Pema, Gaizen, Kasumi and Jun by leaping up onto the metal pillar, using a blast of air to launch herself out of the dining hall. What greeted her sight was a sea of warriors, blades raised up, pointing at her and yelling their challenge. Tachi chose to stay indoors, instead.
Lemur looked around, Jun the scruffy hermit, Pema and Kasumi - practically twins, both of them looking a bit like Bison in terms of personality in the sense that they're both probably itching for a fight and impossible to negotiate with, and Gaizen...some sort of shy boy. Who could she possibly work with? Who could she trust? Nobody, that's who. No, Tachi believed she was on her own in this one.
She moved like she wasn't really there. Her fidgeting was paying off in some respect - she twisted, leaped, dodged, ducked, twirled her way through blade and fist alike, leaping onto people's heads, flipping herself around to just skim past a scimitar aimed for her throat but never, never attacking anything. Perhaps her plan was to just wear them down until she found an escape route.
The sky was an option, if she could get her glider, but that was in her room and the last thing she needed was to be chased down by the Juggernaut, or even worse, Bison. The dirt...well, she was no earthbender and doubted that the spoon that she worked so hard to get was a possible means of tunnelling under all of the conflict. Tachi drew in her breath sharply as a mace came soaring in her direction and pulled another warrior in front of her like a meat-shield. Outside were enough warriors to fill the Earth city. Her mind went into overdrive as she tried to weigh the possibilities, and picked the sky.
Of course, the moment she did pick the sky, a warrior picked her and she was finally struck by a mace, in the gut. And when she got hit...well, she certainly got hit. Tachi felt the air rush out of her lungs as she collided with the wall with an anticlimactic slap, vomited onto the floor, and slid down, choking, trying to regain her breath that was so cruelly stolen from here. She is at the mercy of the Warriors now, who start to close in around her, and it is up to the other Apprentices if they deem Lemur worthy to be given a second chance.
Master So Hai spoke up first. Bison didn't care, his technique was alright and she liked his method of teaching. Mid-mouthful, he idly commented on not getting something, and Bison made a derisive snort. Her mind came up with a snappy comeback but she kept silent because she knew who she was dealing with. "Don't get what?" Bison replied in that forced polite voice, with undertones of "Choose your next words carefully there."
Bison met gazes with So Hai for a fraction of a second before he started toying with his own breakfast. "You let that girl run around and do as she pleases without so much as a slap on the wrist. You're much too soft on her." he said slyly. Bison had half a mind to give him a slap on the wrist. The nerve! Did he not see her crack Lemur over the head with a spoon? In plain view of her potential team? The man was too thick to understand that physical punishment isn't everything, and didn't understand the complexities of having to look after...That.
Bison glared at Tachi for a moment, who was too pre-occupied with talking with Gaizen, urging him on to heat up his bowl of noodles with his firebending. If Master So Hai knew, just for a moment, what teaching someone like Tachi was like...then he'd understand completely. Lazy students are fine. But...students who are just so...active? How do you go about punishing them for being eager? it certainly opened Bison's eyes, that's for sure.
Bison set down her bread roll. Tachi flicked her head to peer at it longingly, and then sat down on her behind, got back up onto that crouching position on the bench, shifted her feet a little...felt the hairs on the back of her neck tingle, felt her gut tightening, traces of adrenaline heightening her senses all in a fraction of a second as Bison's voice called out "Well, master So Hai, if you're-....Wait."
They both felt a rush of air above them. Tachi and Bison looked up first as Master So Hai, seeming to itch for a fight, tried to goad Bison on with a "Hm?" but they weren't listening. An ear-splitting crash tore through the calm like a chainsaw through bubble wrap. Tachi didn't shriek or yelp but moved so quickly it was as if she was electrocuted. With a push of her legs she leapt up onto the table, shifting her feet and looking around frantically. The pair watched warriors pile in. Bison thought of Tachi and Tachi thought of Bison as they both readied themselves for a fight.
Bison certainly didn't go down without a fight. Waves of warriors fell before her violent, powerful gales, she roared her fury at the foes, locking her gaze onto the Armour-Clad Mountain-Man who called himself the Juggernaut. This was the man she wanted to fight, but all these people kept getting in her way...and with each slash, her defences lowered and lowered and by the time she got to the Juggernaut she was considerably weakened, but that didn't stop her from going onto a bloody, storm-infused rampage. Furious, snarling, bloodied and battered, Bison dropped to her knees - making almost certain that she was the very last to do so, or die trying. After all, how dare they think that they could defeat her, or that she's cowardly enough to fall first.
Tachi was another matter entirely. She didn't know these people, she didn't want to work with them, and she didn't want to fight. So the first idea she has was to ditch Pema, Gaizen, Kasumi and Jun by leaping up onto the metal pillar, using a blast of air to launch herself out of the dining hall. What greeted her sight was a sea of warriors, blades raised up, pointing at her and yelling their challenge. Tachi chose to stay indoors, instead.
Lemur looked around, Jun the scruffy hermit, Pema and Kasumi - practically twins, both of them looking a bit like Bison in terms of personality in the sense that they're both probably itching for a fight and impossible to negotiate with, and Gaizen...some sort of shy boy. Who could she possibly work with? Who could she trust? Nobody, that's who. No, Tachi believed she was on her own in this one.
She moved like she wasn't really there. Her fidgeting was paying off in some respect - she twisted, leaped, dodged, ducked, twirled her way through blade and fist alike, leaping onto people's heads, flipping herself around to just skim past a scimitar aimed for her throat but never, never attacking anything. Perhaps her plan was to just wear them down until she found an escape route.
The sky was an option, if she could get her glider, but that was in her room and the last thing she needed was to be chased down by the Juggernaut, or even worse, Bison. The dirt...well, she was no earthbender and doubted that the spoon that she worked so hard to get was a possible means of tunnelling under all of the conflict. Tachi drew in her breath sharply as a mace came soaring in her direction and pulled another warrior in front of her like a meat-shield. Outside were enough warriors to fill the Earth city. Her mind went into overdrive as she tried to weigh the possibilities, and picked the sky.
Of course, the moment she did pick the sky, a warrior picked her and she was finally struck by a mace, in the gut. And when she got hit...well, she certainly got hit. Tachi felt the air rush out of her lungs as she collided with the wall with an anticlimactic slap, vomited onto the floor, and slid down, choking, trying to regain her breath that was so cruelly stolen from here. She is at the mercy of the Warriors now, who start to close in around her, and it is up to the other Apprentices if they deem Lemur worthy to be given a second chance.
So...I don't know the outcome I'm working towards, still. Just fighting, I guess, to beat the bad guys. We're not getting captured? We're certainly not getting killed...I'll leave it open ended and sort the ending out later. XD
EDIT: Posted! If you don't want to read Bison's badassery and want to see where you guys come in, just skip to the last paragraph. If you want to just read Tachi's fight, start from the fifth paragraph from the bottom. Hopefully someone will save her, else I doubt she'll ever get to trust the others at all. D:
EDIT: Posted! If you don't want to read Bison's badassery and want to see where you guys come in, just skip to the last paragraph. If you want to just read Tachi's fight, start from the fifth paragraph from the bottom. Hopefully someone will save her, else I doubt she'll ever get to trust the others at all. D:
Interesting format! Looking at it now, I'd want to clarify a few things:
First thing Lemur is going to want to do is get the hell out of there. She trusts no-one, knows no fighting styles, and the only person she really thought could defeat anything is about to get her butt handed to her by a juggernaut. There are two possible escape routes - the gap in the roof form the pillar and there's bound to be a window. If Lemur was to leg it down either of these paths, what would she face? More warriors?
On the topic of warriors, I want to know the overall 'fate' of the Apprentices. From what I see, the Masters get imprisoned, is this the same for the Apprentices or do they get killed, or?
And are these 'warriors' all warriors, or are some of them benders, or all of them?
First thing Lemur is going to want to do is get the hell out of there. She trusts no-one, knows no fighting styles, and the only person she really thought could defeat anything is about to get her butt handed to her by a juggernaut. There are two possible escape routes - the gap in the roof form the pillar and there's bound to be a window. If Lemur was to leg it down either of these paths, what would she face? More warriors?
On the topic of warriors, I want to know the overall 'fate' of the Apprentices. From what I see, the Masters get imprisoned, is this the same for the Apprentices or do they get killed, or?
And are these 'warriors' all warriors, or are some of them benders, or all of them?
If you like, I'll post it up, but I gtg in 30 minutes so it might be up tonight instead.
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