Whimsley

Pokémon: One (~Looking for one player and a Co-GM!~)

Dewmeadow

@Morose@hatakekuro@PlatinumSkink

The three of you, as a group, decided it was best to search for Dogwood’s research assistant Cass. As you’d all noted at this point, it was odd that both her and the merchant weren’t around when they usually wouldn’t be. With a warning from Dogwood and your own wits about you, as well as your Pokémon, the flat prairie of Route A was laid before you. The flat land, save for occasional oak or maple, revealed land for as far as the eye could see. Patches of weeds collected moisture from the frequent rains. The meadow before you was brilliant, as thousands of droplets of water shined in the luminescence of the sun. You could hear the occasional Taillow chirping from inside tall grass or leafy foliage, but no other Pokémon had made itself known just yet.

As you crossed further into the territory of Quagmire, you noticed the environment changed with it. The flat prairie became more hilly and uneven. Dew on blades of grass became swampy earth. Mud coated the ground in nearly all areas other than the road. A coarse collection of stones was embedded into the path, perhaps to prevent it from becoming quicksand of the land. The smell of moist earth assaulted or caressed your nose, depending on your taste in scents and the outdoors. All of that moisture had to come from somewhere, and soon trails of droplets became creeks, which became streams, which became rivers. The stone-dirt road snaked its way over and about many of the bodies of water. However, one powerful river was larger than the rest. Its rapids crashing into sharp stones made in nearly impassable by novice explorers. And, as far as you could see in either direction, the river had no end. You would likely end up lost in the miasma if you were to attempt to circumvent the obstacle.

Luckily, there was a wooden arc bridge before you. It was simple, plain, but hardy. It held strong against the occasional tide that crashed into its hull. You knew these planks of wood would hold strong if you were to cross. Unluckily, it appeared there was an individual blocking the path. He crossed his arms as you approached. A strange, crustacean-looking Pokémon skittered from side to side in front of him. Its claws collided together in loud, snapping noises.

@Pikmin Eye

Pokémon: One (~Looking for one player and a Co-GM!~)

Argentglade

@Turbine @samreaper

“VERY WELL. YOU ARE ENCOURAGED TO CONTACT EVERGREEN LTD. WHEN AND IF YOU REQUIRE MORE INFORMATION.”

With that, the hologram waved to the both of you. The pixels and lines comprising its body began to dissipate. The digital atoms flew into various parts of the room. Some became rushing, blue letters across a screen. Others became portions of others ERICs materializing in the white-tile room. The rest of the pixels simply floated about as streams of incoherent data, waiting to be utilized by the system Evergreen had set up.

And, speaking of the Professor, she happened to come into the room as if she’d known you’d finished. She approached the both of you, resting her chin on a balanced elbow. The constant stream of trainers pouring in had visibly exhausted her already. A shade darker than her skin supported her eyes. Despite her visible fatigue, she managed a smile as she supported her chin on an open palm. She giggled as she saw Derrik’s Gastly practically assaulting the trainer. It was quite the contrast to the inseparable duo of Garret and his Vulpix.

“Give it some time. He’ll come around. My system always pairs your best matches for Pokémon.”

You were free to ask any questions or make any parting comments, but ultimately your quest did not lie in Evergreen’s lab. It was before you in the form of an open door. The empty frame revealed a silvery, arctic environment outside of this room. Once you took your first step out, you were officially on your way as a Pokémon trainer. What would you do first? Would you revisit the town, or had you said your final goodbyes? Would you attempt to battle any of the new trainers pouring forth from the lab? Or would you make your way directly towards the route, ready to start your adventure? Perhaps, a combination of everything was racing in your mind. Perhaps something entirely different.

Pokémon: One (~Looking for one player and a Co-GM!~)

I was going to hold up Argentglade and Dewmeadow for others to post, but I'll just go ahead and continue them so as to not hold anyone up.

@turbine Where are you friend? Check in ASAP.

Pokémon: One (~Looking for one player and a Co-GM!~)

Redorchard

(Consider yourself present for all events that are occurring. Commenting on events other than your own is completely optional, but feel free to collaborate and interact.)

@Rune_Alchemist

Pancham continued its headstrong assault forward, ready to knock any Sneasel, plant, or obstacle in its way. The material of the acorn stem crunched between its teeth. Its giant, doughy eyes remained transfixed to the blurry blades of grass. The teddy bear charged with all of its might, though try as it may, it still couldn’t manage to intimidate anything or anyone. A few leaves crunched underneath its furry dash, though. Lynn commanded Sneasel to take the charge head on, but her Sneasel had other plants. The sly Pokémon leapt away and to the side. This left only one object in the way of Pancham’s charge. Since Pancham was staring directly at the ground, it didn’t see the oncoming pine standing stalwart in its path.

THUNK!

A collection of pine needles fell to the ground. A few bundles collected on the Pancham’s paws as it held the top of its head. The playful Pokémon rocked back and forth, rubbing its head alternatively with each paw. It shook its head and made a low grunting noise. Tiny, furry legs kicked up and down, messing up the neat collection of pine needles. It seemed distracted by its bump on the head, for the moment.

@tex

The intriguing, method stone throw arced beautifully into the tall grass. You heard a thud as it collided with the soft ground beneath the green blades. Just afterward, the rustling of the patch bush intensified. The petals danced, shaking about erratically. It appeared as if many, buried Oddish were shaking their elegant petals all at once. And, on queue, the boisterous Zigzagoon sprinted forth from the bush.

“Ziiiiiigzagoon!”

The Zigzagoon stuck to what it knew best. It continued its jagged, serpentine movement toward the Meowth. Its movement was like bounding between the arcs of lightning. At each turn of jagged edge, it landed with jittery palms and leapt once again. Despite being a normal Pokémon, it was actually very rarely on the ground during movement. If it were in the trees, you figured it would be trivial for it to bounce from tree branch to tree branch. When it did land, a miniature cloud of dust was kicked up from the dirt road. It had little effect on the Pokémon, other than to dirty its cream paws to a light brown. The raccoon-like Pokémon failed to halt its approach as it continued to take leaping bounds towards Kaz.

@Lasrever

The Pidgey listened intently to the words you spoke. It continued to twist and adjust its neck as you said each and every thing. The Pidgey had incredible focus, able to ignore the jealous Deerling on the ground and pay all of its apparent attention to you. Perhaps a full stomach was the key to sweet victory with this Pidgey. Once you were finished speaking, only then did the tiny bird Pokémon move about.

First, it dragged its feet backward and in place. The talons could not be retracted, but they only glided across the surface of your palm. If anything, a tickling sensation would begin to possess your hand. The Pidgey would then lower its body, nearly touching your skin. The feathers on the underside of its belly would be just grazing your palm. It then thrust its wings high, and began to raise and lower its head in a definitive, nodding motion. And, with a spontaneous hop forward, a downward motion of the nod allowed its beak to press the button on your Ficus Ball. A red beam enraptured the Pidgey, converting its color from brown and white to the bright crimson. The beam returned to the opened Ficus Ball. With a high pitched beep, the noise of capture faded into memory.

Your Pokédex began to vibrate. Once or if you checked it, you would see dancing blue letters began to dash across the screen.

No 016 PIDGEY
TINY BIRD POKéMON
LEVEL: 5
HT: 0’ 09” (HEIGHT VARIATION - SMALL)
WT: 3.0 LBS (WEIGHT VARIATION – LIGHT)
SEX: F

NATURE: HASTY
INCREASED STAT: SPD
DECREASED STAT: DEF
FAVORITE FLAVOR: SWEET
DISLIKED FLAVOR: SOUR

ABILITY: TANGLED FEET (EVASION INCREASES WHEN CONFUSED)

YOU CAUGHT PIDGEY!

[WILL YOU GIVE PIDGEY A NAME?]

Your Pokédex said. The name indicator began to flash, awaiting your touch response.

(After you name/don't name Pidgey, feel free to comment on what's happening with your team's events. Once everything is wrapped up, Redorchard will be able to move forward.)

Pokémon: One (~Looking for one player and a Co-GM!~)

Gleampier

@Xan the G@Eklispe @BlueSky44

“Hey bro, not cool!”

The blonde-haired brother, who had just returned his Poliwag, glared in Vuduin’s direction as he reset the Budew’s position onto his feet. Despite what Vuduin thought he saw, the brothers hadn’t interacted with their Pokémon at this point. Chuck continued to point fingers, perhaps a bit salty about his own loss.

“Pokémon can’t be assisted in battle.”

The red-haired brother crossed his arms and looked to Chuck. His mouth slanted to the side, and his pupils appeared to dance on other side of his eyes.

“Come on, man, let him be. We’re all still figuring this out.”

Chuck shook his head, standing up quickly and punching the air about him. He massaged his forehead, palm circling the skin and fingers intertwined within his blonde curls. He kept making loud, sighing noises, but you couldn’t see his mouth behind his arm.

“Whatever, bro. That’s cheating. We should win off that.”

“I get it, man. But this is our first battle, and it’s not like there’s a need to referee so much.”

Chuck nodded his head slowly, wiping his face with a downward stroke. His fingers caressed his temples before finally he released his palm. He looked to Puck with a knowing smirk, blue eyes giving off a star of a spark.

“You’re right, bro. I just got heated, that’s all.”

The blonde-haired sailor balled his fist, resting his chin on the opening. He retained his smirk as he eyed the three of you, a warm aura emanating from his glance. He opened his mouth, revealing two perfect rows of straight, white teeth.

“Hey, don’t let up on the Broletariat! This battle’s far from over! And we’re gonna win!”

Poochyena’s strategy was to jump away from the grip of Machop, but this simply wasn’t possible. The hound was now in the realm of the Superpower Pokémon. Within the wrestling ring, the fighting Pokémon was king. When Poochyena attempted to rest itself from his grip, the Pokémon only found another position from which to pin him down. An offensive approach may have been more effective in this instance. Nevertheless, Poochyena was now in the iron grip of Machop.

“That’s it Brohammed Ali! Make him tap!”

Machop wrapped its bulbous arms about the neck of Poochyena, and formed a circle by clasping its palms together. It then gave a mighty tug backward, putting Poochyena into an improvised chokehold. And after some struggling moments of this, Budew would choose to Absorb the entangled duo. There was no way to differentiate targets in this instance, even if his intent was to solely Absorb only the Machop. They were simply too close together. Green, glowing orbs flew to their location and surrounded the wrestling pair. Ethereal, emerald ribbons emanated from the bodies of both Poochyena and Machop. Their final ounces of energy had drained from their bodies, and now there seemed to be no more fight left in either of them. They both would collapse to the floor.

“Brohammed Ali! You’ve got to get up! Don’t KO now!”

~MACHOP IS UNABLE TO BATTLE!~

~POOCHYENA IS UNABLE TO BATTLE!~

That left the Budew, standing vigorous and vivacious as the energy of both Pokémon became one with its inner ferocity. Large and in charge, there was only one obstacle left to face…

CRASH

The homing missile of a Magikarp had been descending this entire time. Its momentum climbed until it collided with Budew, its significant weight enough to knock the bulb Pokémon onto its back once again. The two skidded and slid until they rested in a precarious position, hardwood floor squeaking until the two halted. The Magikarp ended up on top of the Budew, repeatedly smacking the grass Pokémon’s face with its serrated tail fin. No mercy.

“KAAAARP!”

“That’s it Brometheus! Finish this!”

The Broletariat cheered on the final duo. Whoever won the engagement would crown their team as victors.

Pokémon: One (~Looking for one player and a Co-GM!~)

@samreaper Yeah I was waiting on a couple people to post, turbine was one of them. Makes it easier to do it all at once. Hopefully he shows up soon, but nevertheless posts will be up later tonight.

@hatakekuro Glad to hear it, I know it's been on your plate for awhile. Looking forward to your post!

Rings of Fate

Lord Krunk's Quarters

_{The power of surrender}

Zerraf's eyes rarely showed interest, but for his blade to be caught, that was interesting. His pupils dilated momentarily, but they constricted all the same once again. The wind mage released the handle of the blade as the rolling ball man stood and shook it loose. The rapier was now ten feet high, in the clenched teeth of the robotic militant. Zerraf scratched his cheek, adjusting the brim of his face cloth as the general adjusted his own position. He hunched once again, posture being annoying to maintain.

When the first word was spoken by Spike, Zerraf raised a limp, left hand and began to sway his wrist back and forth. It was a pathetic wave, but a wave nonetheless. A powerful roar had a powerful mouth. A powerful, now open mouth. Zerraf's rapier would pierce its way into the maw of the beast, wreaking havoc from the inside.

"Oy-yo. Sleep easy."

Scattered Shades: Arcadia Chronicles

Plains of Ire

_{Around the Z-ATV}

Staggering and stalling, that was their job. In the midst of two powerful attacks, though, Jäger had stalled himself. He fell to one knee as a bead of sweat did. The clank of armor against steel was nothing to the titanic roar of the lizzie, destroying mountains of sand with its stride. Jäger breathed heavily: once, twice. His jaw hung low. He paused, pupils traveling upward but head remaining bowed. It walked. There was no killing the thing, certainly not in his condition. And so they stalled, waiting for... something. And that something came, in the form of powerful, engineered buzzing behind him.

It was all the queue Jäger needed to stand swiftly to his greaves. The black rushed before his eyes as blood rushed from his spinal cord to other parts of his body. A pulse of black, and then a blurry image appeared. Small, yellow spheres clashed with a streak of faded blue. Jäger's eyes refocused, and the image before him came to life once again. Swaying a bit to the side, the monk used that momentum to propel himself in the opposite direction. Nearly stumbling, he waved one of his armored limbs to regain balance. His leather tome bounced against stalwart metal between strides. His hurried, loud pace would hopefully bring him to the ladder in time. In time to slam the hatch down before sliding down the ladder into a crouch, elbows grinding against knees.

Pokémon: One (~Looking for one player and a Co-GM!~)

why don't we just do this? xD

@samreaper

...I must consult the Professors immediately.

@RiverMaiden OOC or PM is fine, either or. If you post in OOC, add a tag on top.

Pokémon: One (~Looking for one player and a Co-GM!~)

@RiverMaiden Yup! I'll be taking all applications in the next day or so and choosing my favorite of the bunch. Best of luck to you.

I will be taking substitutes for those who don't make the cut.