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The guard I imagine would have to be on good terms with each other at the very least. Possibly know how to work together.
I think Sorren and Adomorn could have some sort of rivalry or something. Though I'm not entirely sure how a rivalry with Sorren would work exactly.
Behold, the Magigal archetype! I'll make a character to go along with them later. Comments and criticism is welcome, as I'm not the best card maker.



One pokemon or multiple?
Sorren Kain woke with the sun, just as he liked. He made sure not to disturb his partner as he slipped from his bed. He needn't have bothered though, Meloetta just mumbled something in her sleep and rolled over, taking the small amount of blanket that Sorren had claimed for himself during the night. He sighed, what would his life be like without the small muse? He couldn't imagine it now, probably didn't want to. Sorren walked across the cold floor and opened up the cabinet that held his clothing, armor, and most importantly, his sword.
Sorren stood perfectly still, the morning breeze trying to push him in one direction then the next. He didn't let it. Moving his arms slowly, he brought both hands to his left side, and in one sudden movement held his sword in one hand and its scabbard in the other. His body rocked a little to either side, but then he regained his balance and was still. Opening both hands, Sorren balanced the blade and scabbard on the side of each palm, and then he brought both back together, sliding the red and black blade back away into the gray scabbard, replacing that to his left side. It looked as if he was done, but then he drew the blade once more suddenly, with enough force to spin his body around, a full circle from where he began.

Someone began clapping. Sorren's eyes snapped open, and he stepped off from the short spike that topped the tower. It was just Meloetta, come to see what he was up to no doubt. "You're finally up?" he said.

"Yes, I slept very pleasantly thank you," she replied in her melodious tones. "You can wake me you know?"

"I know. If there is something worth waking you for, I will." He slid down the steep incline to the edge of the roof, sitting with his legs over the edge. Meloetta offered him an orange slice, which he accepted, spitting a seed down into the courtyard below. With a sigh, Sorren stood back up. "Anything you need to do today?" he asked his small partner.

She finished the rest of the orange, no doubt stolen from the gardens, and tucked the seeds from it into Sorren's pockets. She would make him plant them somewhere later. "Nope," Meloetta replied, "but there is something you have to do."

"Hm, what is it?" He had planned on having a day of rest and relaxation. And yes, he considered waking up early to train atop a tower as relaxation. Meloetta hadn't bothered telling him otherwise, since she was much the same way with her singing.

"A summons, from the princess," she said. Sorren stood there on the edge of the tower roof for a second, not saying anything. "What is it?" his partner asked him.

"I don't want to go," he replied simply, stepping off the edge of the tower and letting himself fall. He stood up on the balcony to his chambers, a drop of just ten feet.

A second later his partner landed lightly on his shoulder. "Anybody ever tell you you have some suicidal tendencies?" she asked, hopping the rest of the way to the floor.

Sorren walked across his room, glancing in the mirror at himself as he walked in front of it, and opened the door to the inner halls. He and his partner walked together to meet with the princess.
The doors to the councilor's chamber were pushed open, but no one entered. Just as they had shut, they were pushed open again, and Sorren walked in. He met the eyes of each person in the room, nodding respect to the princess and prince. As the Head of the Royal guard, he was not surprised to find Chau in attendance, but Claire being there told Sorren that the others must have gotten the same summons. So he walked over to his designated seat and sat down. The air in front of him rippled, and then Meloetta appeared there, sitting on the edge of the table. She yawned deeply, somehow making even that sound like a song, and fell onto her back on the table. She swung her legs back and forth, purposely kicking Sorren's chest, humming in her boredom.

"Must you?" he asked.

"Yes," was all he got out of her. He just sighed and leaned further back in his seat. Thankfully, her legs weren't very long.
I just finished making a custom archetype based on magical girls. I have oh so creatively named them "Magigal" monsters. There might be too many characters in this RP already for me to be bothered to make a character for them though. (The character would have been a boy who uses a deck full of magical girls... because comedy.)
I'm interested in the first idea. With no one else knowing about Pokemon and their power, the first ones to get ahold of them would be able to do anything they wanted. No one would know how to stop them.
There is an edit button to about double, triple, or quadruple posts.

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Edit: Working on my post now.
“Wake up! Xir’ain? Xir’ain, wake up!” Enly’air shook the keeper, but he wouldn’t respond. What had she done? Had she just killed the being that had saved her life? The girl closed her eyes to cry, but as soon as she did so she became aware of something in the black water of Xir’ain’s dungeon.

Her strange silver and gold eyes saw down the twists and turns of the dungeon’s tunnels, all the way to where a small group of black eels was just coming upon the intruder she had sensed. Before they even attacked, their black skin boiled and ruptured. The eels were killed without even touching the humanoid creature. It looked to be human, but it was far too large, and though the black waters his it, she could see that the creature’s skin would have appeared black even out of the dark water. Its most striking feature was its three eyes, two of which looked to be blind and infected. Whatever it was, it was not one of Xir’ain’s. And whatever it was, it was hostile.

“Don’t worry Xir’ain, I’ll protect you,” she said to the unconscious keeper. The next second she was flying through the black water, faster than any human could have swam but slower than an eel or a runner, through the winding tunnels towards the creature. With her eyes open she could see fine in the dark water, but with them closed she could see everything. That was how she saw the black runner speeding down the tunnel the creature was in, coming from the opposite direction she was. For some strange reason, she felt like she had seen that runner somewhere before.

The runner found the intruder first. The blood of the eels still filled the dark waters, making it somehow even darker. Rushing it from behind, the runner, the first runner and Xir’ain’s favorite, closed its needle-filled jaw around the giant’s ankle, trying to rip out the tendon. The runner’s bladed tail did the same, hacking at the other ankle like a cutting ax.

Enly’air watched with tightly-shut eyes as she weaved in and out of black tunnels. All she had to do was slow down the thing until Xir’ain woke. For some reason, despite this giant being by far the largest creature in the black waters of the dungeon, Enly’air knew that Xir’ain eclipsed it entirely.
Meloetta doesn't talk, she sings.
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