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Achronum@LuckyBlackCat I just wanted to say that your latest drawing is stunning! Looks like a scene straight out of an anime, except with color pencil haha. Love the corkscrew curls and the cute Staryu emote!
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@Balthazar007 Been a long time, but I hope it's not too late to take up that invitation to join? I'll probably be able to whip up a character sometime before the weekend, and I'll work on familiarizing myself with the rules and guidelines then.
Leisy Takigawa
— Zephyr Strip —“Florence, maybe Chay will be helpful in tracking down the kidnappers, since Cutiefly can detect auras,” Leisy said, turning to her friend. “With him and my Cutiefly, I think we’ll be able to cover the same ground in half the time, and we can keep our other Pokemon out to guard them.”
Leisy hesitated, her fingers resting on her Cutiefly’s Pokeball briefly, before unlatching it. “Hey there, Cutiefly. Do you think you can help us look for the kidnappers? It’ll be dangerous, but your teammates and friends will keep you—both of you—covered.”
“Cuue,” the Cutiefly chimed, zipping a circle around his trainer and pausing next to the other Cutiefly to stare. “Cutie, Cue.”
“Alright, glad to hear that you’re in. Florence, don’t worry. The two of them will be well protected,” Leisy reassured, summoning Bidein and Cura. “It’ll just be you two for now, since I can’t guarantee the… Quietness of Naunet or Devi.”
“Cuue,” Leisy’s Cutiefly hummed, buzzing over to his teammates happily. “Cutiefly.”
Bidein ruffled his feathers in greeting at the sight of the small bug Pokemon while Cura chimed a greeting happily, prompting the Cutiefly to zip around her and land on her head.
“Levi,” Leisy murmured, looking at her Cutiefly. “Cutiefly, what do you think about the name ‘Levi?’”
“Cuue,” the Cutiefly hummed, zipping over to his trainer’s side. “Cue, cue!”
“Levi it is,” Leisy said, grinning.
@luckyblackcat
181 +1(post) -10(mission) = 171CP
@Balthazar007 I agree with Zarkun's point. Reducing cost would only affect the users who've stuck around long enough, so while that's nice, it's not going to have much help in drawing or assimilating new users into the RP. Missions seem like they'd be the main force available for newer users to catch up to users who've been around for longer, so I feel like they should play that role better.
Leisy Takigawa
— Zephyr Strip —“Dropping by the Pokemart is a good idea,” Leisy said, her eyes staying on Florence as the other girl’s gaze drifted down.
Should I ask her whether or not she’s okay? Leisy wondered, hesitating. While Ella was still her bright and cheerful self, Florence had clearly changed—something that Leisy knew she shouldn’t be surprised about, considering Florence’s circumstances. A wave of guilt rose up in Leisy’s mind, guilt from abandoning her friends to visit home despite the dire circumstances surrounding Florence’s Pokemon. Her choice was made purely out of selfishness, her need for a breath of fresh air—of something else—after the events in Greenhaven.
“Let’s go then,” Leisy said, starting off in the direction of the still-bustling hubbub of a shopping center. “The sooner we’re out, the sooner we can get to finding the people behind the kidnappings.”
We’ll definitely find Vernie, Florence, Leisy thought as she started off for the town at a brisk pace. I’ll make sure we do.
The main strip only became brighter and busier as night sank over Zephyr. Tourists arrived in hordes at the train stations arranged strategically around the shopping center, drawn to the brightly-lit windows like moths to a flame. The stars were hardly visible above amidst the lights, but iconic logo of the Poke Corp Pokemart was easy to pick out amongst the shops.
The inside of the mart was pleasantly airy and almost exactly alike every other Pokemart Leisy had visited. Items were arranged by type down the rows, not a single one out of place.
“Could I get one Moon Ball?” Leisy said, handing the Pokemart worker her Pokedex. The Pokeball’s description promised to help the Pokemon it caught gain levels more quickly—exactly what Leisy needed if she was to take down the people who kidnapped Vernie.
“The report said the kidnappings happened around the outskirts of Zephyr, where there aren’t that many shops nor tourists. Maybe that’s where we should look first?” Leisy asked as she pocketed the Moon Ball.
@luckyblackcat
180CP
@Balthazar007 Question: can trainers elect not to evolve Pokemon until later? I just realized that Leisy's some Pokemon are set to evolve to tier 2, but since she's only a skilled rank trainer and that there's a mechanism for not evolving Pokemon in-game, I was wondering if she could do the same?
@Balthazar007 Sounds like a plan to me. You could add a note saying that people could "feel free to suggest ideas for items" and help you outline them.
Leisy Takigawa
— Zephyr Strip —Stepping off the train, Leisy couldn’t keep a smile off her face. Here she was in a place she’d never been, where there were Pokemon she’d never seen and people she’d never met. Here she was—a Pokemon trainer once again.
Checking her Pokedex for messages, Leisy scanned the station for Ella and Florence, wondering if they’d arrived yet. Her eyes caught on a familiar spark of bright pink hair, and Leisy quickly made her way over.
“Ella! Florence!” she called, waving at the two girls, then just straight-on hugging them when she was close enough.
“I missed you both so much,” she said, then turned to Florence. “I read the news report on the way here. Definitely similar to what happened to Vivian in Feyhollow, so it seems like we’re on the right track. Where do you think we should start?”
@luckyblackcat
Cillian Weiss
— Tefan Village —The wild Bewear growled, raising its arms up in a odd manner that only served to unnerve the Charmeleon and Marshtomp standing in front of it. To an onlooker, the fighting-type looked as if it was raising its arms up in surrender, but both Hazmat and Kelby knew better than that. This was the third time the Bewear had raised its arms up, and each time before it had done so, it’d quickly followed up with some devastating attack without a split second’s hesitation.
“Watch it, Haz! Smokescreen!” Cillian shouted just as the Bewear rolled into motion, launching itself at the Charmeleon. The Hammer Arm grazed the Charmeleon’s hip, but the Charmeleon quickly retaliated with a warning Scratch of his claws as thick smoke seeped out of his mouth and nostrils, obscuring the area and forcing the onlooking Marshtomp into a hasty retreat.
“Alright, Haz. Good job,” Cillian said, recalling the Charmeleon swapping his Pokeball for another on his belt, an Ivysaur materializing beside him a moment later.. “Mitti, Kelbs, let’s try that combo!”
The Bewear, frazzled but unhurt, stumbled out of the smoke and looked around for its targets. Spotting them, it paused, scrutinizing the pair of Pokemon standing there unmoving, before charging at them with its paws outstretched.
“Now!” Cillian shouted.
The Ivysaur beside him flung out his vines towards the Bewear, who moved to dodge them. Just as it did, though, the large blob of wet earth collided with the side of its head, sending it backwards onto the ground with a loud “thump.”
“Alright!” Cillian said, grinning. “Great job, guys! We finally pulled it off! The Kelbs-Mitti combo we’ve been working on!”
“Wear,” the Bewear groaned from where it lay, sitting up and rubbing its face. “Bewear.”
“Finally gave you that smackdown I promised on day one,” Cillian said, unslinging his backpack and rummaging through it as he walked over to the sitting Bewear. “But a deal’s a deal. Here you are,” he said, tossing the Bewear a paper bag. “Fresh Oran poffins, just like you wanted.”
“Bee!” the Bewear cried happily, reaching into the bag and retrieving a poffin, then another, and another as it stuffed the puffs into its mouth.
”Wha-ho, slow down there, big guy. You’re going to—and, you’re done,” Cillian said, shaking his head. ”Well, it was nice meeting you, Bewear. Battles were informative. Thanks, and see you next time we drop by.”
After Cillian had parted ways with Tora and Juana, he’d spent some time exploring Tefan village, taking pictures and battling wilds here and there. His Pokemon’s growth—Kelby into a Marshtomp and Mitis into an Ivysaur—could be attributed to these random battles, which became only more common as Cillian spent more time in Tefan. Where the wild Pokemon would once run away at the sight of the boy trekking through the sparse landscape, they would later start to show their faces, even allowing the boy to photograph them at times.
It was in a situation like this that Cillian met the Bewear—a fearsome beast that towered almost a foot above the lanky teen on a good day. Cillian had immediately zoned in on the fighting-type as a formidable challenge for his team, but the Bewear had no such interest in the trainer. Only when it spotted Cillian feeding his Pokemon poffins did it perk up, and so the agreement to spar for poffins was formed. Win or lose, the Bewear got poffins, and Cillian’s Pokemon got the training they needed.
“Alright then,” Cillian said, turning to look at his Pokemon. “I’m starving. How do kebabs sound to you both? Haz-cooked, of course.”
The Marshtomp muttered something under his breath, averting his eyes, and the Ivysaur glanced uncertainly at his fellow Pokemon before giving his trainer a tentative nod.
“Kebabs it is!” Cillian said, grinning. “And don’t you worry, Kelbs. I won’t let Haz char them this time.”
Shanae Eller
— Ironforge —“This is ridiculous. A Darmanitan just disappearing of the face of the planet?” Shanae said, looking up to the sky and exhaling in exasperation. “How does this even happen?”
After seeing the Darmanitan in person, she’d spent the rest of the week scouring Ironforge for a sign of the giant ape, but to no avail. Somehow, the bulky, accident-causing Pokemon seemed almost to have disappeared into thin air. She’d battled pretty much every Pokemon left in the barren landscape outside Ironforge, and yet she hadn’t seen so much as a single red hair of the Pokemon she’d set out to hunt originally. Ebon was out and about so much that he’d long been able to evolve into a fully-sized Houndoom, majestic, territorial, and broody all at once. And, for once, Shanae matched his temper stroke for stroke on their treks as her frustration grew with each unfruitful day of searching.
“Really, should I just call it?” Shanae asked, looking over at the Houndoom lying beside her chair.
The Houndoom glanced up at his trainer, red eyes flat.
“You’re right. That’s not an option,” Shanae said, sighing. “If there’s anything Shanae Eller isn’t, it’s a quitter. But Arceus, this is ridiculous!”
The Houndoom laid his head back down on his paws, closing his eyes and tuning out as his trainer began to rage.
“I mean, I’ve been here for nearly a week now! I’ve scoured every nook and cranny of the barren planes. There’s not a single Darmanitan-sized Pokemon dwelling that I haven’t searched, so how is it possible that I don’t catch anything—not a single glimpse of the Darmanitan? It’s bright red, for crying out loud!” Shanae groaned to no one in particular. “This is a ridiculous waste of time. If I didn’t know better, I’d say the Darmanitan never existed in the first place and my mind just conjured it up!”
Shanae paused.
“Wait,” she said, frowning. “What if… What if I did just conjure it up?”
Beside her, the Houndoom snapped his head up to give his trainer a hard glare.
“Oh Ebon, you’re right. I shouldn’t be paranoid,” she said, sighing and scratching the Houndoom’s scruff affectionately. “But Arceus, this is really grating on my nerves. What’s a gal to do, get a manicure?”
The Houndoom curled his lip.
“And that’s where you’re wrong, Ebbs,” Shanae said, grinning. “Mani-pedi, here I come!”
179CP
Leisy Takigawa
— Central City —“Hey there little guy. I’ve got you—you’re okay,” Leisy cooed, stretching out her arms to catch her young Cutiefly as he attempted to launch himself into the air again. It hadn’t even been a week since he’d hatched, yet the hatchling thought himself ready to take on the world. While he’d been rather calm the first day—and rightly so, when he’d come out of the eggshells looking more fragile that glass—he gained color and courage quickly, and before Leisy knew it, she’d become a full-time babysitter. At the same time, she found herself amazed at how quickly the Cutiefly grew; within three days of hatching, he was already rearing to explore the world, with Leisy struggling to keep up with his energy inside the house.
After being branded “local heroes” along with Florence, Ella, and Vivian and enjoying a period of vague prominence in Greenhaven, Leisy had thought it best to return to Central City. She’d been away from home for a long while, and she’d begun to miss the routine and idyllic the city afforded her. Her parents, her friends, her neighbors—she’d left them behind when she started off on her journey as a Pokemon trainer, but after facing down monsters in both her dreams and in real life, she longed to reconnect with the “her” before it all.
When she returned, though, she found that both nothing and everything had changed. Nothing had changed about the city; people walked briskly, intent on checking boxes off their full schedules. Her parents still worked the same jobs, her friends still off attaining the education they’d gone off seeking when she’d left. Even her parents’ Pokemon were the same, the family Castform exactly as enthusiastic about each morning’s forecast as the day Leisy left.
However, she’d changed—drastically. Where she was once content to stare out the window and wonder about the mysteries of the world, she now found herself restless, unable to sit still. Her Pokemon were the same, unable to content themselves with wandering the house. Leisy had lost count of the number of times she’d had close shaves with Naunet’s bumbling in the kitchen or Mel’s precarious choice of perches. Cura fared the best out of her Pokemon, having the gentlest temperament, and Bidein made a close second with his respectful curiosity. Devi, on the other hand, didn’t even bother with trying to adapt, instead contenting himself to snooze on every available surface he found. Having a large grey-shelled Pokemon that constantly snored by expelling shockingly loud shots of air lie around the house wasn’t the most pleasant thing, so Leisy found herself keeping her Pokemon in their Pokeballs more and herself idling less. Three times now she’d found herself wandering towards the forests outside the city, but each time she contented herself with just observing other trainers journey off. She’d barely been back for a week yet, and she felt she ought to stay for a bit longer.
“Well, I’m off then,” Leisy’s mother said, hanging up her apron. “I’ll be back at seven, but call if you need anything.”
“Will do,” Leisy said, eyes wandering to the blue skies outside the window.
“Leisy.”
“Yeah?” Leisy asked, looking over just as her mother wrapped her arms around her. “Mom?”
“Don’t feel obligated to stay if you don’t want to,” Leisy’s mother said, unlatching her arms. “I speak for your father too when I say that you’ve been acting out of sorts. We love you no matter which corner of the world you’re off exploring, and we know you love us back. So don’t worry yourself about us. Go and finish your journey. ”
“Thanks, Mom,” Leisy said, smiling and hugging her mother tightly.
“Just call more often, alright?” her mother said, laughing. “I need to know if my daughter’s doing alright out there alone.”
“I will,” Leisy said, grinning. She paused. “I’ll come back to visit more too.”
“Don’t make me hold you to that,” her mother said, patting her back. “Go ahead and go pack your things. It’ll be sunny tomorrow—perfect for walking.”
“Okay, Mom,” Leisy said, laughing. “I get it.”
“Good,” Leisy’s mother said, smiling.
Where to then? Leisy wondered, checking her Pokedex as she stood in front of the train station. The sun was bright, just like her mother had predicted, and she was on her toes with excitement once again. She felt like she was a beginning trainer all over again, the world at the tips of her fingers.
I wonder how Ella and Florence have been? Leisy thought, scrolling to her last text messages to her friends. They’d been a few days ago, and it’d been almost a week since she’d spoken to them in person, but somehow it felt like she hadn’t seen them in ages.
Doesn’t hurt to ask, she thought, getting to work.
Hey Ella, Florence! How’ve you both been? I’ve finally wrapped up my loose ends around here, and I’m heading out from Central City now. Haven’t decided where, but I’ll be doing that. Hope to hear from you both soon!
@luckyblackcat
178CP
@LuckyBlackCat I'll post for Leisy tomorrow night, after my exam.
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