Tenoren

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Sorry, I am on edge too, and most of that should not have been channeled into this. It's my job to include myself in the RP if I wanted to, it just worked out strangely.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

@NarcissisticPotato, @Sho Minazuki, @Kabensaal, and @Tenoren have neither posted nor given an OOC reply. Hey, that's an entire team! Wonder why they're together...

@Lugubrious

That's a bit harsh.

After I was accepted, I was told to wait to intro my character until after 6th period which we would skip. I check every day for a few days of people finishing up 5th period, no problem.

We decide to not skip 6th, so I get to spend another several days reading an argument over a music class while waiting.

I tire of waiting to join a RP with such up-tight people with schedules and specific intro timings that characters must wait for. God forbid I stop checking OOC arguments daily to make sure I don't miss the moment I am asked to 'get ready'.

And "wonder why they're together" is a bit of a narcissistic quip, as you are the one who placed me.

I've had my intro post ready for weeks; I'm busy waiting on you to deem the moment appropriate.

Intro Post

Cerulean Sebastian | Arrival

Cerulean Sebastian
1st Period Combat
2nd Period Math
3rd Period History
Lunch / Study Hall
4th Period Armory
5th Period Survival
6th Period Music

Could be worse. Cerul's schedule at Vacuo had been similar, Math being the glaring exception. Vacuo and its harsh conditions had no love for maths. What was the point in equations if you could not find water in the desert? Cerul thanked the student worker, turned away from the Administration desk, and headed back outside. He looked around at the classrooms and buildings sprawled before him in all directions. Cerul rolled his eyes with a dismal smile. There was no desert here; perhaps he would need Math. There was even a fountain, blue and mysterious, full of water and deeper than any fountain had a right to be.

He took a deep breath. The air in Vale seemed all wrong. Thicker? Heavier? He had felt stifled ever since he had landed and stepped off the Lady Winsept. Winding his way from the port through the thin streets of Vale, Cerul felt the buildings might close in on him at any moment. He had only been gone a couple of days, yet already he would trade the entire commercial district of Vale for a few yards of sand and count himself the richer. "Then you're a fool," judged his city guide, when Cerul told him as much. Cerul scratched his ear--his Jaguar ear, golden and orange and peeking out through the layers of his smooth black hair--and rebutted, "A free fool." The gray streets felt strange beneath his feet. He and the guide did not trade many words, on his own part because the new city enraptured him. On the guide’s part, who could say? The guide showed him to Beacon and disappeared without a parting word before they reached the gates.

A free fool he had said. A free fool with a strict Beacon schedule, still staring into the mysterious fountain. Cerul glanced back down at the parchment and groaned.

Please pick up your uniform from the Armory before 1st period.

Beacon must be more intense than his old Huntsman Academy. He had seen their uniform before, which included a red tie and was the last thing Cerul wanted. He had sapphire studs in his ears, and small sapphire gems in his belt. They matched his trousers and his hoodies. Red just didn't fit them.

No. He'd get over it. He'd have to. Why was style so important anyway? Who was he trying to impress? Cerul reached up and touched his human ear, a reflex, but he allowed himself to feel the sapphire stud. He liked the gems. They gave him identity. If he had to trade his sleeveless jean jacket and hoodie for a uniform so be it. But he'd keep his gems even if they looked atrocious in red. His name was Cerulean, after all. Cerulean Sebastian.

A true Sebastian would swallow his pride and would love to wear the uniform, Cerul admonished himself. Assimilate. He'd make father and mother proud. They needed him, and they needed Beacon. And Beacon wants uniforms. Cerul's tail flicked back and forth in a slow motion as his thoughts sped by. He realized he didn't know where the Armory was. Perhaps the school kept it hidden to prevent intruders from discovering an alarming supply of weaponry. Or maybe there were only uniforms and no weapons at all.

A stream of students interrupted his thoughts. He smiled. Despite Vale’s apparent shortcomings, he felt adventurous and alive. “I’m Cerulean,” he spouted to a group of students passing by the fountain. He sounded too eager, what was he thinking talking to busy passers by? The group of them looked a bit bruised up and weary from the day. “Could you point me to the Armory? I would appreciate it much,” he finished.

But that matters little, as the OOC is full of GMs fighting and complaining about perfect post times, I've lost the desire to participate.

Pokemon: Our World

Heyo, sorry I ended up on a weekend trip for a half marathon lol. /excuse
Reading up the few posts now.

Pokemon: Our World

Better lookin' pokemanz. To the pokemon contests!

Pokemon: Our World

"Is he bothering you?" Liam marched up before Alice had a chance to respond to the younger boy, Torchic close behind in tow. Liam didn't hear most of what the boy said, but was a teeny bit suspicious that he was trying to take some of her prize. She had just retreated to an empty bench.

"I'm Liam, and I'd be glad to get him out of your hair," Liam offered. Alice reminded him of his sister. Perhaps because of her pigtails? Torchic, dutifully glaring at the boy, gave an affirmative squeak that was not as menacing as it desired.

"Also don't believe anything that man tells you," Liam motioned towards Beatrix and the mysterious man, "He's obviously running some con. He keeps calling it an 'exclusive' tournament, but inviting pretty much everyone." He produced a similar invitation pamphlet from the pocket in his sleeveless jean jacket. Why was the man not bothering to be discreet about it? If he was going to invite half the city's new trainers and call it "exclusive" then he ought to at least hand out invitations more privately. Liam wondered what his angle was. There had to be one.

The boy didn't actually worry him at all. He really had wanted to warn Alice about the mysterious man recruiting trainers for his competition. Something was off about him. Liam was just trying to play it casually so as to not seem like some conspiracy-theory psycho. There was a chance that it really was exclusive, and Liam had just happened to see several people get invited. Was he overthinking it?

"Alice, right?" Liam said, "I missed the battle but Thomas tells me your Swinub is a force to be feared." It wasn't a battle invitation. Liam wasn't one to challenge random strangers to battles; he wanted to train with them more than battle them.

Pokemon: Our World

Really liked the write up Tenoren! Some good stuff.

@StephenRouse

^ . ^ I'm glad you liked it. I literally drew out the bracket to find where my character could fit, and the only remaining slot that didn't break the existing story was losing to Thomas Preston and Scraggy in Round 1 baha.

Pokemon: Our World

Sorry if that was too much--I won't write as much when I'm back-and-forthing with you guys instead of just intro-posting

Pokemon: Our World

Liam turned his head up towards the gleaming sun--it seemed relentless in its mission to superheat the sand of the beach and its inhabitants. The usual crowd of swimmers and beach trainers were here like they were on any day, but today they were far outnumbered by the trainers competing in the littles tourney. Liam wanted to compete in the Pokemon League Challenge and winning the littles tourney would have gained him the prestige to challenge a gym leader to a battle, but he had already been eliminated.

Torchic, comfortable and seated in Liam’s lap, was enjoying the sun more than Liam. “Torrrrr” it cooed, eyes drooping. Liam scratched its head, watching the battle. A Litwick was facing a Darumaka, the Litwick’s trainer blazing with confidence. The Litwick and the little girl did seem to be on the same page more than the Darumaka and its trainer. The Darumaka launched itself up into the air off a boulder and landed an impressive hit on the Litwick. Perhaps the timid girl had a chance.

Liam felt a tug on his shoulder. “That’s the girl who creamed my Scraggy,” Thomas Preston pointed at the Darumaka’s trainer, “only with Swinub.”

“I still can’t believe you lost to a Swinub,” Liam laughed.

“I still can’t believe you lost to my Scraggy,” Thomas howled, “maybe you would have had a better time with the Swinub. Scraggy didn’t even get to land an attack.”

If only Liam could have seen it. He had missed the battle between his friend Thomas and the girl even though he had planned to watch all the matches to learn as much strategy as he could. “I was busy battling down the beach in the loser’s bracket, where you so kindly put me.”

There was no official loser’s bracket, but Julio Garza didn’t feel his Lotad had gotten a fair fight, as his opponent’s Electrike had paralyzed and finished the lilypad pokemon almost immediately. Julio wasted no time in challenging Jake Xeva and his Hitmonlee, and gathering Liam and the kid with the small Sandshrew to battle each other as well. They all walked down the beach and marked out an area in the sand. Julio was the sort of handsome, tan devil who could get you to agree to anything with his eyes and his smile.

Julio’s other pokemon, a Natu, had the advantage against Jake’s Hitmonlee, as did Liam’s Cacnea against the small sandshrew, so both battles went quickly and Liam had found himself up against Julio. There were no bleachers, but a few spectators had gathered nonetheless.

Liam knew Julio would choose Natu again. He smiled, and waited for Julio to choose his pokemon. Sure enough, Julio called, “Natu! You’ve got this one!” and Natu was once more soaring over the sand. “Go, Torchic! It’s your turn!” Liam called. He had used Cacnea for both of the earlier battles, so it seemed fair to let Torchic have a go. Plus, Cacnea would fare about the same as Hitmonlee, without any good tools for catching a pokemon in the air. “Now Torchic, ember!” Liam called.

“Dodge it, and hit him with Peck!” Julio reacted at lightspeed. Torchic’s stream of flames missed wide, and Natu swooped in, landing Peck right in Torchic’s chest. Torchic stumbled backwards, but didn’t fall down and wasn’t through yet. “Peck, again!” came the call from Julio.

“Use your speed, Torchic! Dodge it!” Torchic jumped at the last moment, straight upward, having run out of time to dodge left or right. Natu flew straight underneath, but Torchic was already falling and landed squarely on Natu’s head. Torchic was slightly bigger than Natu, who hit the ground under the extra weight.

“Torchic, now’s your chance! Low kick!” Liam called. Torchic performed a somersault and kicked the small bird with a glowing claw. Liam could not hear Julio’s call for a move, but a darkness was enveloping both of the pokemon as Natu used Night Shade. But the two pokemon were still point-black, so Liam called for an ember, and Natu was not prepared to block. The night shade faded away and Julio returned Natu to his pokeball, sooner than Liam had expected.

Julio told Natu what a great job he had done. Liam wanted to be just like that, to be proud of his pokemon even in defeat. If they worked hard, a win or loss would not matter.

“And you’re the champion of the loser’s bracket so far, so you can thank me for that,” Thomas laughed. Thomas' reply brought Liam back to the present, and back to the official battle. The Darumaka and Litwick were still brawling. One of the pokemon created a big splash of water that washed over the battlefield and caused both fire types to faint. There was a panel of judges ready to determine the winner. In Liam’s opinion, both trainers were pretty underhanded in their attempts to exploit the enemy’s weakness to water. Especially since it could easily have backfired for either pokemon. Torchic didn't like the slightest splash of water.

Pokemon: Our World

Name: Liam Lawrence
Gender: M
Age: 18



Personality: Though far from the strongest or biggest guy around, Liam has always been fascinated by fighting pokemon and physical technique. Liam believes in fighting fair and training to become stronger, and isn't great at innovating sneaky moves on the fly. He's friendly but not the most outgoing guy, and can get lost in himself and his pokemon. He sometimes realizes when he is becoming over focused and tries to loosen up. Even if he keeps to himself sometimes, he forces himself to make friends so he can watch and learn from them.

Abilities: Liam is excellent at training pokemon to hone their physical moves and stay in top physical condition.

Torchic

Species: Torchic
Level: 5
Gender: M
Ability: Blaze
Moves: Ember, Scratch, Low Kick
Personality: Torchic has high speed but lower health. He's a fiery ball of energy and may be frightened of bigger, tougher pokemon.

Cacnea

Species: Cacnea
Level: 5
Gender: M
Ability: Water Absorb
Moves: Absorb, Poison Sting, Counter
Personality: Cacnea has a lot of health but lacks speed. He's fearless, calm as still water and so focused that he rarely gets distracted from his opponent or Liam's commands.

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