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When he woke up last night from nearly getting killed by... whatever it was that lived in the cold recesses of his heart, he had expected the clear world of reality to be an annex of safety. Why did he expect that much? In all seriousness, he had met the day with walking. Though Frey was fine walking in only warm socks in the marble floors of the palace, the disgusting landscape of the forest was a different matter entirely.

"I don't think I could ever call myself an outdoor person..." Frey complained rather bitterly. That was good, because since he had enough room to think about himself, he couldn't have been that crazed anymore. At least, not for the time being. Though he wasn't happy about having to help the dragon pitch a tent, it was better knowing that the next day he would be able to get out of the forest.

The blood on his hands had already dried away, and for once the young prince didn't care that he had been wounded. He recalled his youngest brother once telling him that taking a bath in a tonic made from Asbel's feathers would remedy scars. Though entirely cosmetic, Frey had been interested in the stuff. Of course, Frey hadn't shown his excitement, and merely told his brother to go screw himself and get out of his room.

While trying to get the pegs of the tent into the ground with a mallet, Frey hit his own hand by a slip of the finger. Grunting in muddled pain, Frey's eyes held a malicious darkness as he stared deeply at Cassius, clearly displeased. Gritting his teeth together angrily, angry, ugly thoughts raced through his head. They were about one of two people he dared to call a friend: Cassius.

Damn him. He's so stupid. Stupid dragons. We shouldn't even have them in our home. They're animals for hell's sake. What do they need with a high class pen? This idiotic reptile has a better room than me. I hate him. I hate him... I hate him... All he's good for is riding, anyways. It was normal for Frey to look impish, but never unnerving or scary. It wasn't the fact that he was still clutching the mallet, but that his nearly empty, ghostly gaze hadn't wavered for a moment.

This... was all Cassius' fault, it was his fault he was cursed. Though it obviously was not, that didn't stop Frey's racing, clearly falsified track of mind. "THIS IS YOUR DAMN FAULT!" The youngest prince roared as he hurled the mallet at a nearly blinding speed straight at the dragon! It spun like a throwing axe in the air! Eyes glinting evilly and teeth bared only slightly, he was more monster than man at the moment. There was fear in Frey's eyes, even though he was the one who had caused the danger.

What if he hit the dragon, but didn't kill him? And then the dragon killed him? That would be most unpleasant. He didn't think for even a second that he could have seriously injured a friend. But it seemed Lady Luck was on the dragon's side today. Due to Frey's lack of military training, the mallet missed Cassius, and instead grazed the hair on top of his head. It made a loud -THWACK!- as it sunk into the hard bark of a tree. He had certainly tapped into his fury.

Realizing he had missed, the prince cried out in anguish and anger. He sunk to his knees and entangled his fists into his hair. He was so frustrated. Slowly, as the muddly soil of the forest lung to his pants, Frey was able to calm down. Taking steep pants, he then realized he might have very well given Cassius a skull fracture of maybe a concussion!
It was great!
OOC Link

OOC is up, though due to RL, it's basically a copy/paste of the IC. Nevertheless, I suppose it's a start, so there's that. Expect it to be fleshed out this weekend, though we can begin to discuss plans for the first few events and start fabricating CS.
NOTICE: The pokemon in missions CANNOT be tamed using the capture styler. In addition, you can draw in other pokemon to be used, though the ones you use as allies must be weaker than the mission pokemon. For example, if the mission is to take down a Salamence, you cannot tame the Salamence, nor can you bring in a Gyarados.

Realistic scenarios are appreciated, and if it seems like it is too easy for your characters, then you will lose points...
Extra points if you complete the bonus and if you add a new plot twist.


+Basic forum rules and common sense apply...
++To be edited in the future...
+++Open~

*No power playing or godmodding.
*When using the capture styler, end the post without us knowing if you caught it or not- to keep things fair I'll okay it. An exception to this would be if you had several posts leading up to it, and let me approve it.
*High casual spelling, grammar, and punctuation is expected.
*There is one posting rule: Wait for at least two posts after yours before posting again. Other than that, you are encouraged to post frequently.
*Missions will be done via Collab Posts.
*NPCs will be controlled by GMs, though minor ones can be used by the players.
*If you are gone or haven't posted in three days, you may be removed from the roleplay. However, if you alert us beforehand, this can be prevented.
Please Pick up your Application Here... *this is the Cs, guys... If you want to get ahead, go ahead and fill this out. Answer in first person, as if they're actually filling out an application. This will also help me gauge if you're suitable for the high casual standards of the roleplay, so hit hard on the grammar and stuff! :D No single section should be longer than a paragraph. If it is, you're doing something wrong.



Sen said
I'm totally in. I haven't played the Ranger series besides a demo once, but they seem like cool games. Maybe I should work on a character while I wait for the official thread...?Since you asked for questions, how will the mission board work? Will you make a list of missions and update it every so often, or will we just make it up on the spot?


I haven't really gotten into the games either, but it was a cool concept. There will be a list of missions that are regularly updated.
Seeing the footman run off, Sakuya sighed a bit frustratedly. Though his cheeks were slightly tinged, he was far from furious. Moreover, he was slightly annoyed that even in a dire situation, Ryuu would take things so lightly. As he gazed off, however, he did feel a bit old. Though he had the energy to chase after a hyper seven-year-old, he didn't know if he had the heart to. It would be easier just to chill and wait for Ryuu to do it. Widening his pink eyes slightly, he shook those thoughts out of his head. He was head butler! He didn't have time to think like- he shivered at the thought- Ryuu. Just a few moments around the relaxed male, and he was already feeling ready to spread out his form and take a catnap.

With a new stern look, the older youkai ran off to catch up to young Davis. With any luck, Mistress was still asleep and wouldn't have his head for this... Metaphorically, of course. As he stepped into the thick underbrush of the woods, Sakuya took a deep breath. It was very faint, but... he could smell the linen on Davis' clothes. Unless that was Ryuu, in which case he would smack the footman on the head for getting in his way, even though it was he who asked the other for his assistance. Suddenly, Davis' scent was gone and Sakuya stopped awkwardly, looking at the ground for tiny footprints, which he found by way of little... fox tracks? Narrowing his eyes, he was alerted to a new danger and closed his eyes from the impact of the aura. Why didn't he smell it before? Earthy and rich, smelling like blood and chlorophyll...

The young boy was already on the verge of tears. "Oh noes..." He murmured to himself, trying to keep moving, which was a horrible thing to do when you were lost, really. "What if I never find my way back? What if Grandmother forgets that I left and she gets so shocked she dies?" Davis gulped, not wanting to be responsible for a death. And then... there was another howl. Aha! Exactly the reason he had come into the woods in the first place! His confidence momentarily, Davis, (like any other little boy with a vivid imagination and too much time on his hands,) began to run toward the howl. He was careful not to trip over any roots, as he had already done that previously, much to his own embarrassment.

"Oww!" He squeaked as his face was batted by a leafy tree branch. Gritting his teeth, the auburn haired youth continued, in what was in his mind, a perilous quest to save a what could be a cute little puppy, or maybe a raccoon! He loved raccoons. What did everyone call them in grandmother's house? Ta.. nu.. kis? That never made much sense to him, but neither did kimonos or green tea, so he supposed it made sense because it didn't make sense. Rubbing his hazel eyes, Davis realized he was making himself dizzy with all the nonsense thinking...

Sakuya, realizing that Davis was getting closer and closer to the monster, had already gone to where the tiny kitsune had fainted. Above everything short of Davis' safety, Constance made sure to let everyone know to hide their true forms- little children growing up in modern America didn't need to be considered nutjobs because they had seen a youkai. So, without changing forms nor uttering a word, the butler leapt forward like a tiger and slashed whatever the thing was to bits- or at least until it retreated. Some sort of goo had gotten into his fingers and fell in globlets on the ground, and the pink-haired man wrinkled his nose in distaste. Hearing Davis far before he got close enough, Sakuya made sure to get out of sight. perhaps it would be better if davis didn't know he had been here...

The small child saw what appeared to be a dead, bloody mess. And it was furry, which made Davis scream. Was it dead? He wanted to run away, but he needed to know for sure- he couldn't tell what kind of animal it was from here. So slowly, he crept to the thing, and crouched so he got a really good look at it. It looked like... a fox? But the vulpine he had seen in city zoos were much, much bigger! Maybe it was a baby fox. Biting his lip, davis had never seen anything dead except for bugs, but he didn't count those. Suddenly, he reached down to pet it out of what must have been childlike curiosity. Did a dead thing feel different from an alive thing? But to his surprise, his fingers were met with a gentle pulse. Moved from the verge of tears to a wide grin, Davis scooped up the fox without hesitation. It was hurt, no question about that. Holding it close, Davis got a better look at the thing. He hoped he hadn't hurt the poor thing, but at this point, it didn't look like it mattered anymore.

"Don't worry, Mr. Fox. I'll bring you back to the mansion, and you'll be alright!" He murmured softly, contemplating where he could go.
Uhm yeah. xD

I've been a little behind lately, so give me a few.
Okay, well now that we meet the minimum quota, I'll start working on the first OOC post!

And yes, all generations. If anyone has any questions, now would be the time to ask. :)
Thanks for expressing your interest! So, in total we have 4 people interested... 2 more and I'll throw up an RP thread.
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