Hmm, I think I could manage this. Count me in. Blah blah Turtwig.
How will our characters be starting out? Green rookie trainers with a couple little Pokes to their name or 'don't even have a Pokemon yet' newbies?
Also, I had the brief idea of one of the characters being able to see Shadow Pokemon like the heroine of Colosseum, but I'm not sure if that could be used to be interesting or not. Twas but a thought.
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“Ahaha! Did you hear that little runt?” Came a voice from nearby the scene. A trio of pirates that happened to be walking by had stopped, watching the merchant guard and boy struggle. The largest one, wearing a loose red shirt and tan, ankle length pants and sandals, a sword at his side, laughed again, “He thinks saying that’ll keep him outta trouble, huh?”
One of the others, his head bald, his chest bare, a pair of pistols at his hip, wearing long pants and boots, shrugged, muttering quietly, “Well, he’s got a point, don’t you think, Corny?”
Grimacing, the third pirate, the shortest of the lot, wearing a baby blue bucket hat over his orange hair and a matching jacket, with white shorts and sandals and a pair of black tonfas at his hip muttered, “Don’t you dare call me that again.”
As the other two pirates laughed, the guard had hesitated, eyeing the pirates warily. He tensed as the one dubbed ‘Corny’ approached, hands in the pockets of his shorts. Suddenly, the orange haired pirate ripped his fist out of his pocket, jabbing it at the guard, stopping just short as he flinched. The guard cracked a cautious eye open as Corny said, “Yeah, he’s with us, so drop him if you know what’s good for you.”
Angrily, the guard looked between Boy and the three pirates, before reluctantly putting him down. Corny grinned, unfurling his fist and patting him in the chest, not even blinking as he subtly slipped a couple of Beri coins into his breast pocket. Heading back to the other two, he snapped his fingers, saying, “Oi, kid, come on.” The other two pirates looked between themselves, but didn’t complain openly as they walked from the scene as the guard returned to his post.
Corny asked, “What’s your name? Where’s your parents?”
The larger pirate behind the pair scoffed, “You’re way too soft on brats...”
One of the others, his head bald, his chest bare, a pair of pistols at his hip, wearing long pants and boots, shrugged, muttering quietly, “Well, he’s got a point, don’t you think, Corny?”
Grimacing, the third pirate, the shortest of the lot, wearing a baby blue bucket hat over his orange hair and a matching jacket, with white shorts and sandals and a pair of black tonfas at his hip muttered, “Don’t you dare call me that again.”
As the other two pirates laughed, the guard had hesitated, eyeing the pirates warily. He tensed as the one dubbed ‘Corny’ approached, hands in the pockets of his shorts. Suddenly, the orange haired pirate ripped his fist out of his pocket, jabbing it at the guard, stopping just short as he flinched. The guard cracked a cautious eye open as Corny said, “Yeah, he’s with us, so drop him if you know what’s good for you.”
Angrily, the guard looked between Boy and the three pirates, before reluctantly putting him down. Corny grinned, unfurling his fist and patting him in the chest, not even blinking as he subtly slipped a couple of Beri coins into his breast pocket. Heading back to the other two, he snapped his fingers, saying, “Oi, kid, come on.” The other two pirates looked between themselves, but didn’t complain openly as they walked from the scene as the guard returned to his post.
Corny asked, “What’s your name? Where’s your parents?”
The larger pirate behind the pair scoffed, “You’re way too soft on brats...”
Somewhere in the East Blue Sea, a certain island baked in the sunlight of the day sky. Covered in rocks and weeds, the once pristine island of Patron Gulch was once a beautiful kingdom, but the onset of the Pirate Era seemed to bring that to an end, when endless raiding was incompetently managed by poor rulers. Now, the massive former capital of Sol Scotch is in ruins, its towers and castles being occupied by any strong enough to hold them, while any with sense followed their ruler to small hamlet on the other side of the island, away from any seas. Patron Gulch was weaker, yes, but not completely gone.
Roving bands walked the streets of Sol Scotch, merchants setting up and selling wares, hoping to catch some eyes, while the few regular civilians just went about their daily business, trying not to be in the wrong place in the wrong time.
Roving bands walked the streets of Sol Scotch, merchants setting up and selling wares, hoping to catch some eyes, while the few regular civilians just went about their daily business, trying not to be in the wrong place in the wrong time.
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Forum: 1x1 Interest Checks
Hello there! In case you haven't gamed with me before, I'm pretty big on One Piece RPs! But unfortunately, I'm not in the mood for anything large right now, so I'd like to get a 1x1 started.
What am I looking for exactly? Well...
*Someone at least somewhat familiar with the setting: I find the setting well built, so I'd like to preserve that. I'm something of a lore monger, so I hate to see original stuff that meshes horribly or outright contradicts the series. Not to say I hate original stuff, or that stuff that contradicts the setting or my interpretations can't be done well.
*Someone who can post at a Casual/Low Advanced Level: I'm not expecting a novel every other post, but I'd like you to do your best!
*Someone aware of the possibility of the game being long: Given my usual ambition, and the series itself, I like to plan my OP games to be far spanning and grand in scale, even if they rarely get that far.
Beyond that though, I'm pretty flexible!
I think the generic idea for a game would be you and I playing as a couple characters who meet and form a crew, before going on adventures and adding more crewmates, not unlike the series itself. I've done games like that before, but most everything was lost when the Guild exploded. I might be willing to try something else if you have something in mind!
If you are interested in working something out, hit me up!
What am I looking for exactly? Well...
*Someone at least somewhat familiar with the setting: I find the setting well built, so I'd like to preserve that. I'm something of a lore monger, so I hate to see original stuff that meshes horribly or outright contradicts the series. Not to say I hate original stuff, or that stuff that contradicts the setting or my interpretations can't be done well.
*Someone who can post at a Casual/Low Advanced Level: I'm not expecting a novel every other post, but I'd like you to do your best!
*Someone aware of the possibility of the game being long: Given my usual ambition, and the series itself, I like to plan my OP games to be far spanning and grand in scale, even if they rarely get that far.
Beyond that though, I'm pretty flexible!
I think the generic idea for a game would be you and I playing as a couple characters who meet and form a crew, before going on adventures and adding more crewmates, not unlike the series itself. I've done games like that before, but most everything was lost when the Guild exploded. I might be willing to try something else if you have something in mind!
If you are interested in working something out, hit me up!
Well, I'm sorry to say, but I think I'm going to have to drop this game. I just can't seem to find the interest to make another post.
As Glenn rolled over and tried to sleep, Roan threw one last piece of wood on the fire before lingering; keeping his eyes and ears out for any trouble. As he waited, he had nothing but himself for company. He began thinking about the tale he was planning on sharing in exchange for Glenn’s, he wondered what might happen if he gave the unaltered version. Glenn seemed to think Roan was a good person, sure, but Roan knew that opinion didn’t hold for everyone he’d known. However, at the end of the day, Roan wasn’t the type of person to let things like that bother him, so at the end of this day, he fell asleep, just like any other. The thought of waking Glenn for watch had fled from Roan’s mind completely.
The next morning, the light sleeper Roan woke to a shuffling in the bushes near his side of their campsite. Rolling over, he looked around, seeing the morning dew reflecting what little daylight there was, the sun’s light not going very far early in the morning. Realizing what woke him up, he crept to his feet, reaching for his knife. Of course, his fears were alleviated as a squirrel darted out of the bush, scampering away. Returning his knife, he looked around, seeing that the fire had burned out and that Glenn still slept. It was only then that he recalled that he was supposed to have woken Glenn up. Oh well, no harm done, Roan figured. Taking his knife, he figured he’d do some gathering for breakfast, heading into the woods, eyes peeled for some food to roast or little animals. He decided against the last one in the end though: too much work to clean out...
The next morning, the light sleeper Roan woke to a shuffling in the bushes near his side of their campsite. Rolling over, he looked around, seeing the morning dew reflecting what little daylight there was, the sun’s light not going very far early in the morning. Realizing what woke him up, he crept to his feet, reaching for his knife. Of course, his fears were alleviated as a squirrel darted out of the bush, scampering away. Returning his knife, he looked around, seeing that the fire had burned out and that Glenn still slept. It was only then that he recalled that he was supposed to have woken Glenn up. Oh well, no harm done, Roan figured. Taking his knife, he figured he’d do some gathering for breakfast, heading into the woods, eyes peeled for some food to roast or little animals. He decided against the last one in the end though: too much work to clean out...
As Glenn told Calhoun’s tale, Roan listened patiently, occasionally becoming a little frustrated at the mistakes, but doing his best to hide it. Calhoun had been full of tales apparently, perhaps Roan would have had trouble keeping them straight himself. He got the gist of it at least, just enough detail to put it together. He was becoming more interested in what Calhoun had been like, but admittedly, Roan wasn’t going to be asking Glenn for another story any time soon.
Answering his question, Roan replied, “Course we’ll have adventures like that! Thing is, you don’t hear about all the boring parts in between, like now. There’s always the stuff like ‘I spent a week traveling, then...’ or ‘a few days later...’. Give it some time.”
Thinking for a second, Roan considered telling a story of his own, but he wanted to work out the more...questionable bits. That would require a bit of thinking. Glad that Glenn had stopped whining about food, he decided now would be as good a time as any to start resting. He told Glenn, “You go ahead and get some rest, I’ll keep watch. Don’t want anything to sneak up on us, you know?”
Answering his question, Roan replied, “Course we’ll have adventures like that! Thing is, you don’t hear about all the boring parts in between, like now. There’s always the stuff like ‘I spent a week traveling, then...’ or ‘a few days later...’. Give it some time.”
Thinking for a second, Roan considered telling a story of his own, but he wanted to work out the more...questionable bits. That would require a bit of thinking. Glad that Glenn had stopped whining about food, he decided now would be as good a time as any to start resting. He told Glenn, “You go ahead and get some rest, I’ll keep watch. Don’t want anything to sneak up on us, you know?”
Roan took another bite as Glenn said what he knew about the two cousins. It seemed they wouldn’t have to worry unless they ran away from home and being younger than Roan and Glenn, that would probably be unwise. Especially for Peyton, it didn’t sound like he’d be in the mood when the time came to come back home.
At Glenn’s whining for food, Roan said, “Fine, fine.” He’d wanted to stretch it out a bit, but he figured that for breakfast tomorrow he’d see if there were any good roots or berries around. Pulling out a bit more bread, he passed it to Glenn, thinking he’d save the jerky, since it’d last longer than the bread and cheese. Roan was actually surprisingly good at ‘saving the best for last’. He thought about how he reacted when he heard the rider approaching, remembering a story he’d heard.
Looking over to Glenn, he asked, “So, got any good stories?” There were few things Roan liked better than a well told story. He even feels like he learned to read so he could check out more stories when he had the chance.
At Glenn’s whining for food, Roan said, “Fine, fine.” He’d wanted to stretch it out a bit, but he figured that for breakfast tomorrow he’d see if there were any good roots or berries around. Pulling out a bit more bread, he passed it to Glenn, thinking he’d save the jerky, since it’d last longer than the bread and cheese. Roan was actually surprisingly good at ‘saving the best for last’. He thought about how he reacted when he heard the rider approaching, remembering a story he’d heard.
Looking over to Glenn, he asked, “So, got any good stories?” There were few things Roan liked better than a well told story. He even feels like he learned to read so he could check out more stories when he had the chance.
As Glenn brought out enough firewood for the night, Roan gladly started the fire just as the sun started to sink. Starting to get hungry, he pulled out some of the food given to them by Ms. Dotta passing a cut of cheese and some bread to Glenn, before putting his own slice on the bread, sticking it on the knife, and warming it with the fire. At Glenn’s question about his health, Roan answered, “It stopped hurting a while back, I’ll check it again tomorrow morning.
As Glenn asked the question about the two cousins, Roan took a bit of the melty cheese on his bread, chewing and swallowing before answering, “Well, they saw that we have the map, but as long as they don’t see it, we shouldn’t have to worry. They’ve got relatives though, right? Not like they would follow us.” As Roan took another bite, he remembered Glenn mention the father of one of them. But then again, Dotta had let Glenn go off...
As Glenn asked the question about the two cousins, Roan took a bit of the melty cheese on his bread, chewing and swallowing before answering, “Well, they saw that we have the map, but as long as they don’t see it, we shouldn’t have to worry. They’ve got relatives though, right? Not like they would follow us.” As Roan took another bite, he remembered Glenn mention the father of one of them. But then again, Dotta had let Glenn go off...
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