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Current I have 99 problems and they're all trying to fight me please send help.
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Don't be a part of the problem, be the whole problem.
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In Pokemon: Dream → 4 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Isla Gill
Location: Pines End
Mentions: @Pyromania99

"Oh! Umm, Isla, was it? I'm surprised anyone came out this way toward Pine's End. Is your Eevee doing well?"

Isla smiled, looking up sideways at the so-proclaimed Eevee. He was awake, now, blinking with his face half-hidden amid the great fluffy collar as the ears had perked-up to listen to the great wide wonders that was Pines End. The little black nose peeked-out amid the wispy fur, sniffing away, just made her melt for a moment. One hand reached up to pet Dancing, the Eevee moving his head out among the collar and nuzzling into her hand. “Yeah he’s ah…he’s doing good.”

"Oh! Sorry Isla, one minute. So, yes, apologies. When will you reopen? I have a scientific curiosity... Not to mention a personal one at that."

She paused, looking-over the…employee, Isla had thought previously. That seemed to be right enough, anyways, considering that Camila was so eager to get information from her and that the lady, apparently, had enough control over the shrine to say whether or not it was open. That or she was…just an employee. Wasn’t there a schedule somewhere or another that said when such places were or weren’t open? Isla sucked on her tooth at the thought as she pet Dancing some more, Swiper prancing back and forth about her legs in figures-of-eight.

“...Never- You work for Professor Camphor…? Well…look, the temple isn’t open because I say it's not. But if you’re with the professor, then…you know a lot about pokemon right?”

“Alright, you can come in, but don’t touch anything…and try not to uhm, be too excitable…For starters, my name is Yasu. I’m…well, the priestess here I guess, if you want to call it that, though most days I just clean and make sure the shrine is well taken care of…”

She followed Camila and the priestess -ha, that first impression had been right- into the shrine, stooping briefly to scoop up Swiper in her hands to bodily carry the little fox in her cradled arms. He went limp immediately at the motion, staring upwards at the ceiling as though contemplating whether or not the sheer accostment was acceptable. After a few moments, the Nickit whined-out a, “Niiii,” shifting his head left and right to get a better look about. Isla breathed-out a sigh, and tried to keep things respectful for the sake of the shrine. At least, that’s what she thought the priestess, Yasu, had meant by not being too excitable.

The building itself was beautiful, bits and pieces of how it was arranged, the detailing on parts here and there, reminding her of pictures she’d seen about other such locations in Kanto or Johto. Parts of the style weren’t familiar, though, possibly being more Eidda in origin if Isla were to take a guess. It all looked remarkably well taken care of, maintained as much as could be expected from the fact that it looked ancient, yet did have a priestess…a brief thought rose in Isla’s mind. How did such priestesses come into the job? There couldn’t be an order, or something, seeing as how…well, there was no one there and Yasu wasn’t wearing some traditional clothing or another. Isla had an image of priestesses always being in the traditional clothing. Did priestesses wear normal clothing? She wasn’t really sure. She also was certain such a question wasn’t something that bore asking while in the shrine itself.

Isla looked over the carvings about the door, though…they were beautiful, complex. It was clearly something connected to the forest, with depictions of Pokémon as they had existed in the far, far past there. Of course, the shrine would be connected to the forest - where else would it be connected to, built where it was? She suppressed the urge to scoff at the dumb question. Yasu said they were to not be too excitable.

“Right…Hatty?”

“Teeeen?”

Isla turned slowly, considering that she was cradling one fox with another guy lounged about her shoulder. What she saw, though, would make her pause again. She didn’t exactly know the Pokémon, but whatever he or she was didn’t seem entirely comfortable with the presence of two new people. Maybe that’s what she’d meant before, about not being too excitable. Was he or she just nervous about people? Could this Pokémon sense excitability? Was that a thing for it?

She tried to not be excitable, but of course that would just…make Isla nervous about not being excitable. Was being nervous excitable?No, no, no. That was just a cycle of stuff here and there and again. The young girl closed her eyes, breathing deeply as Swiper pawed briefly at her hands. After a few brief breaths, she felt…better, maybe? Better to just not think about it. Amid the whole ordeal Isla had missed the brief exchange between Yasu and her Pokémon. It was fine, though, fine since she was now talking to Camila and Isla.

“So, if you really are interested in the shrine and not just here to gawk like some tourist, then you can visit. As for what I want help with…I’m looking for information on a pokemon that you might know about or have seen. It’s a small pokemon, small body, green in color. Two antennas. I realize that is not the best description but it's all I really have to go on.”

A…small Pokémon, green, with two antennas…Isla stared, thinking for a moment about it. What Pokémon was there that would warrant worship or notability near a shrine connected to a forest, ancient as it was. Surely it had to be one that wasn’t from Eidda…they knew all about their own myths and legends, Pokémon of long-past, and wouldn’t ask some strangers about one. It must be another, from another region…one that could travel the distances. What Pokémon like that were connected to forests…Shaymin, from Sinnoh? That wouldn’t be, though…Shaymin had no antennas. What else was connected to forests…Suicune? Not green, not small, no antennas. It didn’t match any of Sinnoh’s lake guardians, either, small as they were…what else, what else…

Johto and Kanto. Narrow things down to the styles she could see in the building. Kanto didn’t have anything of the sort, maybe…Isla could smack herself at being stupid about it. She’d forgotten about…Cele…what was the name. Celebe? Celebi. Celery was how she remembered it. It fit everything, was connected to…oh heck, which forest was Celebi connected to…Santalune? No, that was Kalos. Ilex, that was it.

“Are you…thinking of Celebi, from Johto?”


In High Table Stories [30 Red Days] → 4 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

In Pokemon: Dream → 4 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Isla Gill
Location: Pines End
Mentions: @Pyromania99

Isla took a moment, enjoying the quiet and peace that just sort of seemed to resonate from…everything, really. The cool enough breeze through the plains, the turbines in the distance, wind over the fields passing by in great, shimmering waves, almost like waves…the motion of it almost reminded the young girl of home. The wind whistled as it ran through the trees before passing through the fields, a slow, long sound. She closed her eyes, breathing in slowly to match the sounds of the field.

It was…nice. Calm. Slow. It wasn't the city, bustling about in teeming crowds, the noises of the street everywhere. It wasn't the forest, where she seemed to have to always keep an eye out for things here and there. It was just…nice. Calm. It was like home had got up and moved out into the countryside, bringing along with it the very waves. Isla could only see a few people in the distance, down the little road, some people and some Pokémon, and they seemed relaxed enough too.

The only intrusion to the quietness seemed to be a hotel, plopped down among the low ceiling houses and smaller shops. It seemed new enough, vaguely followed some of the same designs, true, some of the same roof shapes here and there but she could see it was clearly newer than the others. The other houses were weathered, well-worn, built to last and all the other adages that could be applied to those smaller places, but the hotel…the paint was new, not yet quite discolored. It almost didn't fit, really, but she couldn't blame it for that. You couldn't build age into a house, Isla thought with the smallest inward smile, but at least there was an effort there to not stand out too far.

In a further little distance she could see what looked to be an older structure. Set against the tree line, the wooden building was a bit smaller than the hotel and…just seemed removed, out of time. A dirt road let up to it, lines with wooden totems, figures of Pokémon, and the whole of the place just sort of clicked something in Isla. It intrigued her, talked about stories where those stories were written back in those centuries past, much unlike that museum from before. It was just…interesting in so many ways, and for a brief moment Isla wanted to see what was inside, talk to the caretakers of the place, something, anything.

Next to the building, on that dirt path, she could see someone who, honestly, Isla hadn't been expecting to see so soon. It took a moment for her to realize who it was in that distance, against that darker lighting, built it was Camila. Well, that was just…interesting. What had she found? What had she done? What was she going to do? Isla had a handful of questions she suddenly wanted to ask, to catch up in one way or another, and yet…she could see another figure walking back around that shrine, brisk enough that there had to be some sort of story. Was it closed? She wasn't quite sure. Did people, normal people, just go around that way? Isla really wasn't sure about that.

Her train of thought was suddenly interrupted by the aspiring curiosities of a newfound friend. Of course, he had been awake during the whole trip over, eyes open wide while smelling the world, but now found it to be the perfect time. Using Isla as a springboard, and with far less warning, he turned before leaping directly over a fence and into the tall grass. Isla just sort of watched, smiling just a moment at the sight. The tip of his tail, held up as almost a flag, betrayed the fox one way or another.

"Swiper, get out from there."

"Niiii," the grass responded, tail holding still for a moment before he bounded left, right, left, right.

Isla watched, standing there off to the side of the road, smile still there. He had to eventually run out of space, didn't he? Surely it was so. No Pokémon just had unlimited motion, just screaming about at full throttle. She made a mental note: Let Swiper tire himself out before getting him on the shoulder. He had to have just been storing up all that energy on the walk over. A nose poked out from the grass and between the fence posts, to which she leaned down to boop on the end, and zip! It recoiled back like a spring. Again, it slowly poked out a post over, closer to her leg, and she tried to boop him again. The nose zoomed back among the grass.

Straightening back up to declare in a sing-song voice, Isla went, "Well, I suppose we'll have to eat all these snacks by ourselves, won't we, Dancing." A step away from the fence and another ready down the street, the little Eevee on her shoulder yawning awake at the word to look expectantly around for the proclaimed gold, and Isla watched the fence posts. A little shape darted out between them, and maybe even under them a bit, to slam with full weight against Isla's leg; well, that helped enough. She drew out the little bar from before as Swiper weaved between her legs, walking along to break off a piece for Dancing and another for the offending villain. The smile kept on, though. Isla couldn't stay annoyed at such cuteness.

Walking up, dirt soon under her shoes on the way up to the shrine, Isla waved to Camila as she approached. "Hey! How's it going?"


In From Ashes We Rise : The Imperium Is Born → 5 mos ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
IV Legiones Astartes
Purge of Ur-Atlan


The Decree of the Emperor was absolute. The Hand of the Emperor were his Legions.

These two truths did little to comfort Isaac as he stood in what could little be described as a tent. He disliked the need for it, true, but there were some few benefits to weigh against his feelings. For one thing, the mortal beside him did not need to wear his mask though the wastes howled and screamed outside. For another, the cartographic display could properly function in the tent. He scratched against the stubble of his face, ignored the humidity of that tent and the heat in his armor from it. The display flickered as a technician worked against it, clicking various systems here and there through an open panel. The wind howled louder, flapped against it, and some breath of it invaded into the tent. It scorched against Isaac's skin and burned his throat, though he shrugged such issues away.

A chance look to the other, his tan, light uniform and breastplate testaments to the fact that the General did not suffer from the same issues as the rabble outside. The Legion Master had looked such over earlier, a mix of mercenaries, gene-warriors drawn from Saragorn, and professional soldiers. Some were used to the wastes and how they were, others simply didn't seem to be so at all. They wouldn't have to deal with such for much longer, though. Soon enough the IV would have its first true deployment and all would have a taste of war against Ur-Atlan. He snorted at the thought that it might be somehow better weather to their north. The comparison between the General's garb and his own unpainted plate came unbidden. Some tools were best left unadorned.

"Your men," his voice crackled, harsh and rough, "are they prepared?"

The General's gaze was set on the cartographic display as it hummed into action, displaying a number of positions. Watery eyes dared not shift away from it. "They are ready for whatever comes."

There were some questions which bore little use in clarifying. Isaac did not ask for more than what had been given. He stared further still at the display, waiting patiently on the other two whose presence had been called for by the Legion Master. There was little else he could or needed to do but await their arrival. He had been told they had entered camp some moments before, and thus had called up the General to come and speak. The pause was not for long, though. The heat and breath of the wastes invaded the tent again, whipping about, introducing the two figures even as their stench seemed to assail all.

Isaac but turned his head slowly to the two Primarchs. One was clad in the gray-gold of the Seventh, Apollyor with his lantern-jaw features and acid-shaven skull, while the other wore blue-and-yellow of the Fourteenth, Sunxian with crag-hills for a face. Neither seemed especially pleased, though Apollyor greeted all present with a clenched smile. This was a new adventure, a new deed, and the Legion Master knew Apollyor was eager for it to be penned to the Ashen Marauders' list of conquests. Isaac rendered a silent salute to them, returned in kind.

"We gather for the destruction of Ur-Atlan. Long have they guarded their south against the nomad tribes of the wastes, but such defenses will be ineffective against the Emperor's Decree. Once they are swept from the face of Terra, a new front against Albia may be opened and, with it, new promises of victory."

The General spoke, bowing before he began. "Ur-Atlan. They consort with witches and falsehoods. They claim their Queen is a god. Such affront to the Emperor cannot be allowed. Their primary city is…here," a finger jabbed into the cartographic display, "Their capital, Atlas Ultima, placed between two lakes. What information we can gather suggests both are highly polluted with their foul traditions and are impassable. Fortresses here, here, and here guard against the south while the hive of Atlan Tertia, to their north, appears to provide the bulk of their reserve forces, the majority of their populace."

"Mountain pass chokeholds. We cannot pass through these easily. Your suggestion?" Apollyor ground his teeth as he spoke, eyes narrowing in mental calculations for losses. They didn't appear good.

"Here and here," Isaac motioned to portions of the region near two of the strongholds, "We shall tunnel into these, place charges to induce landslides against the fortresses. After this…tunneling out into where the fortresses were should not be exceedingly treacherous."

"That sort of activity will be noticed. They may yet attack first." Sunxian was sour, it seemed, doubtful about such a motion that did not involve the sheer speed of the bike, the firepower of the tank. His arms were already crossed in condemnation.

"Then yours will be there to meet them in the field. Let them try to move on your plains. If the foe counter-tunnels, we shall dissuade him. False tunnels, angled approaches, so on will complicate their efforts. Ours is the Emperor's Decree."

"What after?"

"We strike across Ur-Atlan like lightning. Destroy the remaining fortress behind us - their fortifications will be weak from the interior - and bound against Atlas Ultima to place it under siege. Reinforcements from their northern hive will be intercepted by the Ashen Marauders in the field, before they can solidify their position, and you shall burn Atlan Tertia to the ground. After that, Apollyor, you shall join us for the assaults against Atlas Ultima."

"When?"
In Pokemon: Dream → 5 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Isla Gill
Location: Route 1
Mentions: N/A

Isla smiled at the Nickit's response, slowly nodding as she drew out another small piece of candy. As he nibbled away and she petted him, one hand drew down into one of her cargo pockets. That assistant was right, the girl thought, and really it seemed almost benign now that Isla considered it from the angle presented before. He seemed comfortable enough about the whole ordeal, about going along with her and the pampering. Ah, there one was…she drew out that Pokéball, holding it out in one hand.

Click the button and it snapped open, a sudden flash of light as the Pokémon disappeared before her eyes. Shafts of light between her fingers, fur turning into just…weightless nothing amid the slightest heat, and there he was, gone. The Pokédex chirped out a description by the Professor yet again, something Isla paid half-attention to as she looked down at the red and white ball in her hand. It didn't seem all that weighty, considering what it did. Honestly, it could be pretty useful for carrying around most anything…why only Pokémon? Another passing question about things here or there.

Glancing up at Dancing in the corner of Isla's vision, who still sat on her shoulder, the girl couldn't help but notice his attention on the flash and the Pokéball she held. Passing it to her other hand, Isla reached up to pet him between the ears.

"It's ok, Dancing, don't you worry. I won’t forget to spoil you too."

He yawned in return, head going down low to once again drape over the favored shoulder. She took it as a good enough answer, clicking the Pokéball open with another flash of light. Pocketing the thing, as there was that Nickit before her, she sucked at her tooth briefly. What was a good name for him, anyways? Something…something descriptive like Dancing was, something descriptive and ironic. Something funny. There was a number of names, sure, but they seemed either rude or just…rough, not easy to go and say. Reaching over, she pet him as well, idly so.

"Hello…" Oh to heck with it, name'll have to do. "Hello Swiper."

He looked up, eyes wide before leaning into the pets with a whine. Side-eyes soon came though, up to the perch that Dancing held, and Isla was immediately reminded about that Pokédex entry. They were sneaky little guys who just tended to want things because they were things…she suspected this guy was interested because she gave something without him having to work with it. He looked up, though, eyes wide in those little mental calculations on how to gain that shoulder perch.

Dancing, for his part, looked down amid his fluff collar and yawned again. Swiper whined out his response, numbers seeming to click into place as he decided that there was a free enough equal perch. With about as much agility as much be expected, in a flash the fox went from there on the ground to Isla's other shoulder, almost in what seemed to be a single leap but the weight she felt told her he'd gone up her arm. Of all the things, though, she barely had enough time to give out a surprise as he padded in a little circle before settling down as well. Isla sighed inwardly. She had only so many shoulders to give up.

Getting to her feet slowly, perhaps a tiny bit unsteadily, the girl considered her future options. She could go to the researcher deeper into the Lost Woods, true, yet it seemed like that bike from before had gone off and away…it could have been that researcher and Isla wasn't entirely certain that she wanted to trek further in there. After all, there were those signs…and besides, if they hadn’t come yet, would Isla's statements change things? She couldn't imagine so. Standing there for a few moments, between one issue and another, she finally made a choice and began the little trek to Pine's End.


In High Table Stories [30 Red Days] → 5 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
I am immediately entertained that 3/4 of our cast is some percentage of Asian nationality.
In High Table Stories [30 Red Days] → 5 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

In High Table Stories [30 Red Days] → 5 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

In High Table Stories [30 Red Days] → 5 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Call me interested.
Do you plan on having a game Discord for easy communication (especially for when the fights start) or just here?
In Pokemon: Dream → 5 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Isla Gill
Location: Route 1
Mentions: N/A

Isla watched as the Nickit struggled with the thick material, chewing away and adjusting its angle before the first joined-in with Dancing in growling away in annoyance at the unwelcome one. The second soon set off and away, the first yawning as it pawed away at her leg. Well, that was quite unexpected…it was soon enough becoming rather comfortable, comfortable enough that it was wanting something or another more. She giggled at the motion, one hand reaching out to tentatively scratch behind the fox's ears.

The question, she supposed, was whether or not he was…would trust really apply to a Pokémon? Probably. Isla trusted Dancing and he, she guessed, trusted her. The little guy hadn't warned her of the second, sneaking up behind, and even probably helped him out in one way or another. But he had growled away, and he had drove off the second…it was entirely possible that such had been out of self interest, true, but surely he'd be more needy about begging for food. It was all hypothetical, anyways, all suspicion. She supposed trust had to be met with trust. After all…what Pokémon ran while being pet?

Her free hand reached into one of the cargo pockets, withdrawing a little bar - the ship restaurant had said it was part snack, part candy, and entirely loved by the little friends as well as by people. Opening the wrapper with one hand was by no means an easy feat until her hand found the little plastic tab. A flick and she felt the wrapper deflate a little in her hand, the pressure seal broken. Pinching it with thumb and forefinger, while also adjusting it against one leg, slowly the snack was revealed - bright blue, smelling vaguely of berries and probably half a dozen other things beyond Isla's senses.

Dancing had been careful to watch the second Nickit run off, stare off into the forest to make sure more didn't sneak up, yet the smell of food and the attention to another had certainly driven him back to the most important matters. A paw on the top of Isla's head was his way to get attention, a stare at the bright bar his way to communicate exactly what he wanted. Isla started slightly at the unexpected touch, head moving just a tad to see what he was looking at. Another fit of giggles at the strange circumstance. It was all patently absurd.

"You're all just needy, needy, needy," she half-heartedly exclaimed in a soft tone, prodding fun at both of them. Holding the bar low to the Nickit, with her thumb as a fork she pinched off a block perhaps two inches long in front of the fox before shifting out more by pushing the wrapper against her leg. The same was given to Dancing, though he caught the piece in his mouth as it fell off. Gnawing away at the treat was surprisingly easy, almost like taffy.

Smiling while slowly, almost, shaking her head Isla looked down at the Nickit. She'd been petting at it the whole time, becoming bolder as the moments slipped by. Almost unthinkingly, she began talking with the Pokémon, her voice probably better used for the smallest of children in its positivity and bubbliness. "Aren't you just a happy little guy, huh? A hungry little guy? The other guy was a grump, but you aren't. You're just a lil guy with a big floofing tail." Pausing, she added, "You don't seem so scared. Do you maybe want to see more? Go out a bit?"


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