Ken smiled as Mai and Chimchar met. He wondered what Enyo's Chespin might have looked like, but right now, he wasn't too concerned. Another thought had begun forming in his mind. He had promised Froakie that they would be the greatest trainers in history, and every great trainer had to start from somewhere. And when he really paused to think about it, was there really any better place than here?
"Mai." A quick glance at Froakie told him they were both thinking the exact same thing. Ken smiled, then turned and looked at Mai again. "You know what we have to do now, yes?" Froakie hopped down off the table to stand in front of Ken. Ken, meanwhile, raised his hand and pointed straight at Mai.
"Mai, I challenge you to a Pokemon Battle!"
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Isabelle sat on a rooftop about 3/4 a kilometer away from the meeting place, absently twirling a small ring in her fingers. She'd swiped it earlier from a man who'd had a little too much to drink this afternoon. It wasn't worth much, but it was pretty, and she liked it, so she was going to keep it. Izzy held the ring up so that the faint blue glow of the signal lantern could be seen through the hole. So this was it, huh? This was the night she finally met her new companions. She sighed a bit at the thought. All of her thieving career (which, admittedly, was only a few short years so far), she'd operated alone. Working as part of a small team wouldn't be too major a change for her, but it would still be a pretty big one. She hoped they wouldn't mess her up in the future. She hoped she wouldn't, either.
Finally, the moment she'd been waiting for appeared: the small gap in the archers' patrols that would allow her to slip past. Here in the Royal City, even the rooftops were guarded day and night, so she'd had to memorize a few locations and patrols in her line of work. Slipping the ring into a small satchel she kept around her waist, she stood up and stretched. She'd only have a moment to get through this undetected, but the thrill was definitely worth the risk. She braced her left foot and waited. One... Two...
Three!
Isabelle took off, running swift and silent across the rooftops. She leapt from one to the other, taking a somewhat zig-zag path across. At three individual points, she encountered guards both around and beneath her, but just as she'd planned (and prayed, just a bit), they were looking in the opposite direction every time. Finally, with one last leap and a double front flip for style, she landed in front of the blue-lit meeting house and stuck the landing.
"Thank you, thank you!" she said quietly to no one in particular, bowing to the imaginary applause for her performance. She allowed herself the fun, but then it was time to head in. She knocked the secret knock, and the latch quickly opened, allowing her inside. She walked through what appeared to be a dark, decrepit hallway, but led to what was actually an amazingly well-constructed safehouse. Wow, she thought. Remind me to hire the architect if I can ever achieve my dream home.
Walking into the room, she was just in time to hear a man with incredibly poofy clothing asking a very, very, VERY heavily-armed man smoking a pipe, "What do you do, sir?"
"I'll go out on a very wide limb and say that he's the guy who kills people," she answered for him. She was going to die someday anyway; poking fun at a big man with the miniature arsenal at his waist was, in her opinion, a pretty bold way to go. "Yes, yes, I know what you're wondering: 'How can a little girl have discovered our hiding place?' Well, first of all, I'm actually 18. Second, believe it or not, I'm actually on this team. So, starting today and onward, we're all going to be teammates!" she said, throwing her hands up in the air excitedly. She had no idea how they were going to respond to that. She was hoping it'd be funny.
Finally, the moment she'd been waiting for appeared: the small gap in the archers' patrols that would allow her to slip past. Here in the Royal City, even the rooftops were guarded day and night, so she'd had to memorize a few locations and patrols in her line of work. Slipping the ring into a small satchel she kept around her waist, she stood up and stretched. She'd only have a moment to get through this undetected, but the thrill was definitely worth the risk. She braced her left foot and waited. One... Two...
Three!
Isabelle took off, running swift and silent across the rooftops. She leapt from one to the other, taking a somewhat zig-zag path across. At three individual points, she encountered guards both around and beneath her, but just as she'd planned (and prayed, just a bit), they were looking in the opposite direction every time. Finally, with one last leap and a double front flip for style, she landed in front of the blue-lit meeting house and stuck the landing.
"Thank you, thank you!" she said quietly to no one in particular, bowing to the imaginary applause for her performance. She allowed herself the fun, but then it was time to head in. She knocked the secret knock, and the latch quickly opened, allowing her inside. She walked through what appeared to be a dark, decrepit hallway, but led to what was actually an amazingly well-constructed safehouse. Wow, she thought. Remind me to hire the architect if I can ever achieve my dream home.
Walking into the room, she was just in time to hear a man with incredibly poofy clothing asking a very, very, VERY heavily-armed man smoking a pipe, "What do you do, sir?"
"I'll go out on a very wide limb and say that he's the guy who kills people," she answered for him. She was going to die someday anyway; poking fun at a big man with the miniature arsenal at his waist was, in her opinion, a pretty bold way to go. "Yes, yes, I know what you're wondering: 'How can a little girl have discovered our hiding place?' Well, first of all, I'm actually 18. Second, believe it or not, I'm actually on this team. So, starting today and onward, we're all going to be teammates!" she said, throwing her hands up in the air excitedly. She had no idea how they were going to respond to that. She was hoping it'd be funny.
Just gonna give a heads-up that I have work on Tuesday, so I probably won't be able to post until very late, if not Wednesday.
It seems Shadow has gone missing for the day. =(
I'd be interested in this.
Curse you, faulty internet! Why must you ruin a young trainer's dream?!
Excellent. Let me know if you want to RP.
Thanks. I'm already enjoying my time here, though I have about 10 RPs going after a few days' time, and only two of them are currently active. :/
Haven't even started and you're already keeping secrets from us, eh, Spymaster?
Prince/Black Knight character
Name: Enson Nebaaz II
Age: 27
Appearance: A tall, very handsome young man with short black hair and stunning green eyes. He is well-muscled, but not body-builder buff. Outside of combat, he can normally be seen wearing royal clothing, his preference being a crisp, white, military-esque uniform with shoulder pads ((similar to those of the prince in Cinderella)) and a white cape that reaches down to his knees.
While armored, as the name suggests, his armor is entirely black. He uses a classic sword and shield. The sword is an ornate longsword that boasts an impressive three-foot long blade. The shield is a kite shield with a red background and the symbol of Saramus emblazoned in black in the middle of the shield. He wears a closed-face helmet, so no one knows his true identity on the field of battle. His armor is stylish, but not overtly ornate; the design focuses more on defense and mobility than decoration.
General Personality: Prince Enson is a noble man, and not just because of his royal status. He is always chivalrous, and is always on his best behaviour in public. In private, however, the prince finds a great joy in combat, something that hearkens back to his warrior ancestry. He invented the Black Knight as a way to sate his love of battle by fighting on the front lines. He takes careful steps to ensure that no one knows of his double life.
Despite his public faces, however, the prince is still a noble, and is often distrustful of those around him. He despises the nobility, as he feels they leave themselves too detached from the world around them, concerned only with lining their own pockets and advancing their own causes. This has forced the prince to grow up cynical and cautious, giving him the cunning of a fox and the viciousness of an angry grizzly, but also leaving him with few actual friends. Not that he much cares (currently). Also, despite his chivalry, his culture has instilled one very dangerous belief in him: women are weak. Saramus's culture teaches that it is the men who fight, while the women should only stay home, care for the children, and feed their warriors. No one in Saramus believes a woman can do anything in battle.
Status: Currently, the Prince is preparing to send off his men into another skirmish with Hadrum. While most believe he is making a simple speech, he is also having his personal armor bearers prepare his Black Knight. After all, he has heard a very important general from Hadrum will be overseeing this battle, and the Prince can't wait to challenge him.
Princess/General character:
Name: Sateena Alivandra (Tina to her friends)
Age: 26
Appearance: Sateena stands about 5'10", with light skin, blue eyes, and long silver-blonde hair that falls to her lower back. Despite the constant admonitions of her mother, she prefers to let it hang naturally, rather than putting it up in "the ridiculous knots and loops that the nobles seem to enjoy." She also often foregoes the flowing, poofy dresses that her mother has made for her, preferring to wear her military uniform. That said, she does keep a few dresses for royal balls and other such events. Her uniform is mostly brown, with golden borders and three buttons down the center. Despite her station, she never wears a hat. While in uniform, her rapier is always at her right hip (she is left-handed).
General Personality: As royalty, Sateena was tutored in many subjects, but military tactics and history were her favorites. She often saw it as a game where each side would move their pieces in an attempt to outmaneuver the other. And she was good at it. The games (actual games) she played with her instructors often ended with her victory, sometimes against real officers. Eventually, she opted to join the military at a young age, using her rank and skill to start off higher in the ranks than most others (though not yet at General), despite the wishes of her mother, who always attempts to mold her into what Sateena calls "another typical girly-girl princess". Even with their differences, Sateena and her mother are very close. Her father, the King, cares little for her, spending most of his attention on Sateena's older brother, Bryson.
After years of service, Sateena made the rank of General, which she considers her highest honor. Upon reaching her rank, she immediately removed all the nobles from her unit, replacing them with men (and a few women) she knew could do the job right. She cares very little about politics and is not afraid to step on peoples' toes (or cut them off completely) to get the job done. This has made her very hated by the nobles (again, not that she cares), but highly respected among her soldiers. She values her soldiers' lives, but will not hesitate to do what must be done. She is harsh and has little patience for stupidity, but those who are closest to her know she also has a soft side that she reserves only for those she trusts. Anyone else? Stand back.
Status: Currently, Sateena is mobilizing her forces to battle against Saramus. She has heard rumors that the dreaded Black Knight will be joining this battle, and is currently working on a plan to capture or neutralize him for good.
I know a lot of that has something of a bio mixed in, but I meant it as an explanation as to WHY they both think like they do. If you're interested, I'm willing to play either one.
Name: Enson Nebaaz II
Age: 27
Appearance: A tall, very handsome young man with short black hair and stunning green eyes. He is well-muscled, but not body-builder buff. Outside of combat, he can normally be seen wearing royal clothing, his preference being a crisp, white, military-esque uniform with shoulder pads ((similar to those of the prince in Cinderella)) and a white cape that reaches down to his knees.
While armored, as the name suggests, his armor is entirely black. He uses a classic sword and shield. The sword is an ornate longsword that boasts an impressive three-foot long blade. The shield is a kite shield with a red background and the symbol of Saramus emblazoned in black in the middle of the shield. He wears a closed-face helmet, so no one knows his true identity on the field of battle. His armor is stylish, but not overtly ornate; the design focuses more on defense and mobility than decoration.
General Personality: Prince Enson is a noble man, and not just because of his royal status. He is always chivalrous, and is always on his best behaviour in public. In private, however, the prince finds a great joy in combat, something that hearkens back to his warrior ancestry. He invented the Black Knight as a way to sate his love of battle by fighting on the front lines. He takes careful steps to ensure that no one knows of his double life.
Despite his public faces, however, the prince is still a noble, and is often distrustful of those around him. He despises the nobility, as he feels they leave themselves too detached from the world around them, concerned only with lining their own pockets and advancing their own causes. This has forced the prince to grow up cynical and cautious, giving him the cunning of a fox and the viciousness of an angry grizzly, but also leaving him with few actual friends. Not that he much cares (currently). Also, despite his chivalry, his culture has instilled one very dangerous belief in him: women are weak. Saramus's culture teaches that it is the men who fight, while the women should only stay home, care for the children, and feed their warriors. No one in Saramus believes a woman can do anything in battle.
Status: Currently, the Prince is preparing to send off his men into another skirmish with Hadrum. While most believe he is making a simple speech, he is also having his personal armor bearers prepare his Black Knight. After all, he has heard a very important general from Hadrum will be overseeing this battle, and the Prince can't wait to challenge him.
Princess/General character:
Name: Sateena Alivandra (Tina to her friends)
Age: 26
Appearance: Sateena stands about 5'10", with light skin, blue eyes, and long silver-blonde hair that falls to her lower back. Despite the constant admonitions of her mother, she prefers to let it hang naturally, rather than putting it up in "the ridiculous knots and loops that the nobles seem to enjoy." She also often foregoes the flowing, poofy dresses that her mother has made for her, preferring to wear her military uniform. That said, she does keep a few dresses for royal balls and other such events. Her uniform is mostly brown, with golden borders and three buttons down the center. Despite her station, she never wears a hat. While in uniform, her rapier is always at her right hip (she is left-handed).
General Personality: As royalty, Sateena was tutored in many subjects, but military tactics and history were her favorites. She often saw it as a game where each side would move their pieces in an attempt to outmaneuver the other. And she was good at it. The games (actual games) she played with her instructors often ended with her victory, sometimes against real officers. Eventually, she opted to join the military at a young age, using her rank and skill to start off higher in the ranks than most others (though not yet at General), despite the wishes of her mother, who always attempts to mold her into what Sateena calls "another typical girly-girl princess". Even with their differences, Sateena and her mother are very close. Her father, the King, cares little for her, spending most of his attention on Sateena's older brother, Bryson.
After years of service, Sateena made the rank of General, which she considers her highest honor. Upon reaching her rank, she immediately removed all the nobles from her unit, replacing them with men (and a few women) she knew could do the job right. She cares very little about politics and is not afraid to step on peoples' toes (or cut them off completely) to get the job done. This has made her very hated by the nobles (again, not that she cares), but highly respected among her soldiers. She values her soldiers' lives, but will not hesitate to do what must be done. She is harsh and has little patience for stupidity, but those who are closest to her know she also has a soft side that she reserves only for those she trusts. Anyone else? Stand back.
Status: Currently, Sateena is mobilizing her forces to battle against Saramus. She has heard rumors that the dreaded Black Knight will be joining this battle, and is currently working on a plan to capture or neutralize him for good.
I know a lot of that has something of a bio mixed in, but I meant it as an explanation as to WHY they both think like they do. If you're interested, I'm willing to play either one.
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