Natsucooldude

Pokemon: Rise of the Rebellion

Meanwhile, in the city proper. A veterinarian was doing some late night paperwork. Doctor Jethro Lowe sighed. He would much rather have his porygon input the ata while he went out to the pub... but as a citizen under watch, the curfew applied to him. Jethro sighed deeply, he could still remember the innocous flyer that got him on the watch list. It had been an insignificant piece of writing. Full of generic claptrap about rising free and starting revolution. The police raid even had to outright fish the thing out of his trash bin.

He looked over to his wondrous artificial assistant. The porygon was doing... something. Jethro had been wondering what went through the computerized mind of the creature ever since his pokeball got revoked. Before that, it was easily missed. But lately, he had been confronted with how the pokemon spends its free time just... floating somewhere until given new orders. Yet the naunced and detailed manner with which the porygon handled these orders suggested there was at least some autonomous intelligence in it. Did it onlyh think while acting? COuld it only respond to commands? Or did it spend its free time thinking about the mysteries of life.

The doctor was jolted up from his thoughts by the sound of knocking coming from his door. Another surprise inspection? When would they realize he didn't want any trouble and had no intention of challanging the regime... With a sigh, he opened the door, and was surprised to see not the familiar steel faced visage of his assigned correctional officer, but a bloodied man. Standing on just one leg, with his other limoing behind with a wicked slash across it. "Hey... you a doctor right? I need painkillers!"

Jethro staggered back. Who was this guy? "I'm just a veterinarian! Shouldn't I call the hospital?" He reached for the phone, but the man raised his hand as if to motion him not to do it. "No hospital... no police either... Just patch me up and I'll be gone."

He didn't want a proper doctor... That was a suspect sign. Was this someone of the resistance? his garb certainly suggested such. Clothed in a long trench coat, a rag covering a good half of his face. "Who the hell are you? Tell me or I'm calling the cops!" Before Jethro finished the sentence, he was thrown to the ground. The man moved with a n unexpected speed and power. It would have been impressive to Jethro to see the man exert himself with such debilitating wounds, but right now, the doctor's mind was focused more on the strong arm keeping him pressed to the ground.

"Don't play games with me man. We know you were interested in the cause... YOu wouldn't sell out a fellow free man... would you?" Jethro shook his head as best he could, immobilized as it was between an arm and the floor. Suddendly, the man flew sideways against the coat hanger in the hall. Jethro turned to see his porygon, flashing its eyes. It didn't need orders to protect its owner from harm. The distance suggested the pokemon had used its innate psychic powers to push the assailant away. As jethro crawled away, he could see something coming from the hall... The man had a pokemon with him as well. A flash of jet black sailed through the house and threw itself on porygon. The snarling form of a houndoom pinned the artificial being to the ground.

Jethro turned to the man again. Who was now treathening him with a rather wicked looking knife. "Freaking bad intel... I was told this was a safehouse." He exclaimed. "I picked up a few folders of you guys once! I don't want to be involved!" Jethro had his hand raised. The intruder closed the appartment's front door. "Whatever, just fix me up and I'll leave you alone"

Jethro nodded. He was ready to do anything to get this lunatic out of his house. "Alright, let me just get some things from the medicine cabinet." He walked away from the man, keeping his arms held high and visible. Jethro walked over to the medicine cabinet in the bathroom. The intruder looked at him through the doorway. Searching through the various prescription medicines for pokemon, Jethro uncovered a bottle containing just what he needed. He took the medicine and a clean roll of bandages. "Alright, I'm coming back to you now! here's my hands! I have your meds in them!"

The intruder grasped at the bottle once. "Hold on!" Jethro exclaimed. "That's prescription stuff! A wrong dosage and you'll be dead!" The intruder sat down on a chair in the kitchen and unrolled a sleeve, keeping Jethro in the corner of his eyes all the way. "Come on doc, hit it!" Jethro slowly approached the man. He took a syringe he held alongside the bottle, measured out a dosage, and injected the man carefully and deliberately.

Almost immediately, the man tensed down. Jethro knew it was probably jsut a placebo effect. The meds wouldn't take effect until another few minutes. Still, it was good to see the man calm down. They exchanged a look, and the man spoke again. 'Well, what are you waiting for? my leg isn't bandaging itself!" Jethro jumped and sat down on his knees to comply.

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A few tense minutes later. The man's leg was bandaged up and the medicine was starting to take effect. THe houndoom had been recalled to its owner's side. "So... what's your deal? Who showed up at my doorstep and made me patch up a wound on his leg at knifepoint" Jethro asked as he offered the pokemon a treat from the kitchen. The black hound seemed nice enough while not protecting its owner. And it looked like it hadn't really wounded A.C. in any way. "I mean, you don't have to tell me, but it'd be nice to know why my evening of filling out paperwork was so rudely interrupted.

Pokemon: Rise of the Rebellion

Pokemon arent carnivores in this RP and any resources from animals will come from the actual animals. You get milk from a cow, not a Miltank. Pokemon dont replace animals, they just exist as well. @Ganelon

@DarthSeverus394

This is an answer that spawns some more questions from me. For example, if there are animals and pokemon, what's the distinction between the two? How do pokemon exist if they can't be handwaved away by saying 'different evolutionary path'. Is it ok to eat normal animals and not ok to eat pokemon? why would this be? a lot of pokemon are just animals with implicitly supernatural powers.

<Snipped quote by Natsucooldude>

What don't you like about the show? That they don't have a specific set number of moves?

@A Tattooed Girl

1. It keeps running the same plotlines, inexplicably resetting everything ash achieves in the previous region (including his pokemon knowledge, what, does he ritually beat himself into amnesia before moving into a new region?). This makes anything that happens in the show meaningless because you know it'll all be reset when the next generation rolls around. The mangas were much better about this, electing to have a new protagonist every generation, sometimes returning the protagonists of earlier generations to show how they've grown in the meantime.

2. It's just so sickeningly light-hearted any conflict is rendered rather meaningless. This was less of an issue in the beginning of the show, but the later seasons just have such light tones that any conflict that goes on and isn't a gym battle feels rather forced and contrived. The manga, thought still somewhat light hearted, had this mildly treathening undertone to it that granted meaning to conflicts that happened between the character.

so basically, go manga! scew the anime.

on a sidenote, the pokemon in the manga jsut make normal animal sounds... And I think the original japanese dub had that as well. the english dub just has pokemon speak their names due to translators at the times thinking children were slack-faced morons that wouln't be able to remember which pokemon is which otherwise. this entire paragraph is IIRC.

Pokemon: Rise of the Rebellion

@DarthSeverus394 I'd like it how the show is.

@TheIrishJJ

I'd rather not. But then again that could be my flaming hatred of a lot of what's in the show.

Fallout: Fall of The Brotherhood of Steel [Rebooting and Accepting]

Kenneth had already walked out of the briefing room to acquire a welding torch somewhere... by the time he passed the room again, he could see the commander in the middle of his... disposing of a ghoul. Kenneth didn't know the context, but he didn't need one. It was safe to assume the ghoul had said something it shouldn't have. He stood there outside the room, transfixed and somewhat fascinated by the scene.

When the commander turned to him, Kenneth quickly skittered away. The man's intent and timing was quite clear. For some reason, he felt talked to, despite the fact he had done nothing to warrant such suspicions from the commander... perhaps such just spoke of the sheer presence the man's words held. He wasn't going to do anything from here on out that might compromise the organization. Right now he was just going to weld some armor together for the supermutant, recalibrate his laser rifle... and perhaps get some sleep... How long was it ago that he had naturally slept? It was hard to remember.

Grim Darkness, Only War, You Know The Drill.

Err... try something a bit more sensible and come again.

Grim Darkness, Only War, You Know The Drill.

atechpriests? sounds good man. Go right on ahead!

NCQ — Season I: Favors for Favors

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JAN VAN GENT

CORRIDORS, NEW ANCHORAGE

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Jan was on his way to the barracks to get an after-lunch sleep while that was still an option. Knowing the way Graham was reforming the place, it wouldn't be long till some other exercise or busywork would be instated then. Jan hoped it would be the former rather than the latter. He was glad to follow orders as long as there was some discernible point to them. Busywork did not have a point to Jan, and so he loathed it.

He thought about the training of the last few days. The drill sergeant was quite a fiery woman, but Jan’s primary motivation had been on his fellow NC pilots. Specifically the want to keep up with Stein and leave Moore in the dust. The man hadn’t caused any more trouble since his altercation with the commander nine days ago but Jan sometimes wondered about the sanity of raising one’s daughter on a military base. Moore’s daughter was quite a spritely little imp; just the sort of person Jan wouldn’t want to see in a military environment, if only because they would lose something there that the world was already having a deficit on… idealism... and hope. Still, there was some utilitarian logic to at least testing the girl for compatibility. It wasn’t like they would immediately insert a plug in her the moment they tested positive… or at least, that’s what Jan assumed. Graham didn’t seem like the sort of person to do that.

And just as he passed by the simulation labs on his way to the barracks, he saw two familiar small figures emerging from there, the faint glimmer of residual conductor gel still glistening on their heads.

“So, Moore decided to relent and have you tested after all? Heh… good to see he turned around on that.”

The children stopped walking and Ana looked up at Jan. Her expression showed that she was thrown off by that question.

“Um.. W-well..” the younger of the two children pulled down on her shirt, looking down at the floor before looking back up to the adult, a smile on her face. She sounded as fake as her smile looked. “Yeah, h-he sure did!” Beside her, Vera winced but nodded along.

Jan laughed out loud. “Yeah, and I suppose he also suddenly grew a spine then?! Come on, I know a lying face when I see one.”

It looked like Jan might’ve hit a nerve in Ana, because she gave him the grumpiest little angry face he’s ever seen on someone her size. It was adorable and not at all threatening to the likes of him. “He’s not spineless. He’s really brave,” she said.

Jan’s laugh died down into the occasional chuckle. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t talk about your dad like that. I know I would kick the ass of anyone that spoke about my mum that way…” Jan resisted the urge to ruffle through Ana's hair. He was just an acquaintance, and he wasn’t intent on having Moore on his ass about touching his daughter at all. “So… care to share the results? Or is it some sort of girls-only secret for now?”

”Pff, as if there was any doubt, we both aced it,” Vera said, flourishing her hands in the air with a splitting grin that faltered when she looked to Ana. She cleared her throat and neatly tucked a few stray strands of hair out of her face. ”But uh...that’s that. Was just the test.”

“Well, I was just on my way to the barracks to get some sleep… maybe I could tell you girls what being an NC pilot is all about. And… why you should consider other things first..” Jan chuckled again… He stared at the girls in a manner that suggested just a hint of hollowness behind his lightheartedness. “Seriously, it might look awesome as an outsider observer, but it’s really not all fun and games.”

Jan continued walking down the hallway. He expected the girls to follow him, driven by the curiosity of the young. A few moments passed before he’d hear Vera scuttling after, hands stuffed into her jacket pockets. ”So let’s hear it old timer,” she said, her own lofty demeanor evidently unfazed. Ana was close behind, nodding in agreement with Vera.

Jan kept talking as he walked. “Well first of all, with that plug stuck in your neck you’re never gonna be comfortably sleeping on your back again. I miss that the most,” He poked the metal subtly jutting out of his neck to call attention to it. “And then there’s all the constant hygienic procedures that come with this thing. You ever seen a neural plug get infected? It’s not a pretty sight.” Jan wanted to keep talking about the lighthearted stuff, just to see what sort of reaction he’d get. If they would already chicken out from the minor inconveniences, he would at least have spared them the really bad stuff… like the constant presence of a hole in his spine he could feel every time he shifted his neck the wrong way.

“I had to help with cleaning it once,” Ana said, “it was really gross and I think I might’ve messed up or something cause his back hurt for a little bit. He had to go to a doctor to make sure it was ok. He does it by himself now. He takes aaagges in the bathroom!”

”Li...Eli doesn’t let me mess with it,” Vera added simply.

The mental image of Moore sitting down and carefully cleaning his neural plug out amused Jan for some reason. He didn’t know why, he did it himself regularly too. He considered for a moment how he himself looked while cleaning his plugs out and concluded it would look similarly amusing. “Yeah… now consider you’d be doing that yourself for pretty much the rest of your life… That and you have holes leading directly into your spine… kind of uncomfortable too.”

Ana looked visibly disgusted, but she tried to hide it so Jan could keep going. Judging by what she said, this is stuff she kind of knew already.

Jan sighed. Moore’s kid and her friend seemed to be quite a stronger stock. It was time brought out the things he thought would discourage a kid the most. “The whole thing is a crap shoot when you make a mistake too; if you ain’t outright toasted you’ll be paying off replacement parts for god knows how long. And you’ll have a lot of people pissed at you no matter what side you pick.” Jan stopped walking and turned around. “So, with that being said… does piloting an NC still seem cool to you? I can go on for far longer about the downsides, but I’m just gauging whether you’d make a good pilot.”

He looked at them directly. “Cause if you don’t really want to do something like this, it’ll just be a waste for everyone involved.”

The redhead girl didn’t say anything for a moment, like she might’ve been thinking about what was being said.. If she was anything like Moore, it was probably the whole “everyone being pissed off at you” thing that was really getting to her. It was a little hard to tell unless you were psychic.

”Is that gonna be up to you?” Vera asked, tone innocent despite her words. Perhaps that was intentional.

“Nope, but I’d rather know the people I might be in a squad with one day.” Jan replied in a similarly flat tone.

“But we’re kids. You’re older. If we were pilots we’d be adults and you’d be an old person.. They can’t make us pilot now. It’s our choice. Not Graham’s, not yours, not anybody’s but ours.”

Jan laughed at the statement. “Have you seen Agatha? She’s ancient and she’s still flying. Being an NC pilot isn’t really something you retire from as far as I know. And yes, it’s your choice… but it can’t hurt to know what you might be signing up for in advance… I did that once, it got me firing rockets at civilians for a few months before I got out under a loophole.”

“You hurt innocent people?” The shock in the younger child’s voice was evident. It then turned into anger as she spat, ”You hurt people that didn’t deserve it? Did you shove them in little boxes too?”

Vera had her eyes cast elsewhere, and though she remained quiet, did not look angry.

“Yeah? What do you think I was gonna do otherwise? Make them ruin me and my extended family for breaking a contract? People that don’t deserve it get hurt all the time. You stop giving a fuck about it like I do or it’ll break you. Your dad, now he couldn’t stop giving a fuck and look at how the rest of us treat him for it.”

“Well that’s your own faults! You’re all DICKS!” Ana sounded very much akin to a dying cat by now. She was engulfed with a rage Jan didn’t think an eight year old could have and not combust. ”Maybe if you guys actually DID CARE maybe he wouldn’t be like that! H-he said that he feels INADEQUATE and DUMB and a bunch of other bad stuff and it’s cause of everybody PICKING on him! Why are you people nice to me and not him? Is it cause I’m little? Is it cause I’m a girl?”

“Inadequate and dumb eh? Well… he certainly acts the part. Listen up kid. Out there, I need to know I can trust the squad I’m working with, and Moore does not act like someone I’d trust. At least from what I’ve seen of him so far. Maybe if he’s less of a milksop I’ll actually start liking him. But for now, I’ll just bring him down till he grows some balls and does something back. Cause if he fucks up while piloting, we’re all fucked right along with him.” Jan might have regretted going through a man’s children, but right now the situation just sparked off into that.

“Dick!” Ana stormed off, looking back at Vera briefly like she wanted her to follow.

For a moment the older just kept her place, looking from Ana back to Jan. ”I dunno if I really...buy that. Y’know?” The comment was all she said before she offered Jan, of all things, a sympathetic smile, before trotting off after Ana. Jan could hear the smaller girl ranting and raving to herself even from the distance she was at.

“Heh… feisty one that kid.” Jan simply remarked as he walked off to his barracks. For some reason, he felt like he would be hearing about this.

Fabula Elysia - Medieval Fantasy Nationgame

ok, so... anyone interested in allying with little old me? besides the rather obvious good relations with the big blob of orcs willy has.

Fabula Elysia - Medieval Fantasy Nationgame

Want to set up some sort of relations seeing as we're somewhat close to each other up in the far far north were winter is coming and we also all might have undead?

@ClocktowerEchos

The blackland alliance is perfectly willing to coöperate with outsiders against a mutual threat. Just don't expect us to suddendly allow outsiders in the inner part of the islands just because of a military alliance.

Fallout: Fall of The Brotherhood of Steel [Rebooting and Accepting]

I'm still here :D

@rocketrobie2

Mind making a post replying to Kenneth? I would sy I gave you a pretty good thing to off of. That being Kenneth's apparant knowledge of grognak comics.