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Achronum@Balthazar007 Does the 6-8 group requirement hold for the Pokemon world trainers? And I take it that we'll be able to fill groups with npc's as well?
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I'm going to be busy until Thursday so I'll have to pass on this one.
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@Balthazar007 Giving me the results of the dice roll would work too, if you end up busy. But either way's fine.
Ardanata “Dana” Stamos
Russia || Norilsk || May 7th
Dana was among the trainers leading the group with Professor Rowan, so of course she noticed when the blonde boy slowly drifted towards the back of the group before running off altogether. An hour or so of empty trekking had made many in the group irritable and sulky, so it was easy to see how he’d managed to slip away. Still, though Dana would have preferred not to get involved, she glanced at the trainers walking beside her, asking her silent question: who would go after the boy?
Camden Montero
May 4th || Russia || Norilsk
Food was completely forgotten when Professor Rowan announced their next trip. Abandoning his fork, Camden grinned, quickly pulling on his jacket.
A Stantler’s the only one of the three that looks anything near decent, and there’s no way I’m letting someone beat me to the punch this time, he thought as he deposited his dinnerware before sitting back and pulling up information on Stantler on his phone. The first thing he’d done before coming to Russia was download everything he needed from the internet since he didn’t know whether he’d have connection after arrival.
Caribou-like, Camden read from Bulbapedia’s entry, his grin maintaining its vigor. Not a bad looker with those horns.
Camden was among the first in line, of course, and accordingly, he got in the first van. Of course, this was all made meaningless when the first van waited for the second, following in tow when the second left first.
My luck better turn out better when I throw the Pokeball, Camden thought with annoyance, bouncing his foot up and down as time ticked by. When the busses rolled up to a stop, Camden—less pushy than just plain impatient and rushed—was out within seconds, eyes taking in his new surroundings.
The Professor’s ensuing brief was, therefore, mostly lost on Camden, whose eyes kept drifting to the landscape behind. When the group finally stepped into the field—split into two groups, with Camden following in the Professor’s—Camden flanked the Pokemon world trainers at the head, but after one, then two hours of empty trekking through the peaceful lakesides, he dropped back to the tail of the group, his eyes wandering into the grassy fields behind him.
If I broke off from the group right now, he thought as he let himself fall further behind, And say it was because I spotted a Stantler…
A glimpse of an antler sent Camden sprinting into the bushy plain behind him, avoiding patchy snow in favor of grassy ground as he ran towards the mirage he’d seen, slowing to a walk when he was within ten meters. Behind another bush was the Stantler he’d seen, its gaze apathetically watchful as Camden approached Resting on the ground, it waited patiently as Camden closed the few meters between them, rising to its feet only when Camden was within two meters distance of it. Its eyes held polite interest rather than fear as Camden’s hand slowly went into his pocket, producing a Pokeball that he held up to show the Stantler. And, when Camden threw the ball—underhand, with careful, measured strength—it remained equally calm, allowing itself to be enveloped in red light.
You understand what I’m trying to do, Camden thought with excited apprehension as the Pokeball fell on the forest floor, rocking in place. So, please, agree with it too.
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@Balthazar007 My post is going to bring the group one or two hours into the Stantler place, so it'll be covering the rest of lunch, the bus ride, and two hours of exploring for stantlers. That all okay? And, just a few questions to help me along as I write:
— is the group splitting up as they look for Stantler? Or no? Maybe just by van? (split into two groups)
— What's the area with stantlers look like? Lake, tree density, current weather, heavy snow?
— is the group splitting up as they look for Stantler? Or no? Maybe just by van? (split into two groups)
— What's the area with stantlers look like? Lake, tree density, current weather, heavy snow?
@Balthazar007 mk cool. I'll start on my post now. Can I get the Stantler to be lvl 10, male?
@Balthazar007 Camden would want the Stantler, so Zarkun's free to have his legendary-catching slave haha
Ardanata “Dana” Stamos
Russia || Norilsk || May 7th
Dana adapted to the camp’s routine without much complaint; Professor Rowan’s presence was collateral against the possibility that she was wasting her time, and the new, Earth trainers were, besides clueless, very varied in their personalities and subsequent flaws. That one of them had caught the Foongus was surprising, considering that the trainers had given him no assistance in doing so, weakening the Pokemon or otherwise, but catching a Pokemon was such a small step in the right direction that seeing it happen—the boy’s excitement, then pride—reminded Dana of how slowly the new trainers were inching along in their progress.
On the other hand, the trainers from her world all seemed sure in their own strengths. The group was varied, for sure; Dana recognized a few fellow champions, while others were clearly trainers who pursued different heights than stadium spotlights. All the same, Dana had little interest in socializing, and instead focusing her thoughts on the geography of the area.
Russia, the name of their current country of residence, reminded Dana strongly of Snowbelle or Snowpoint city with its endless landscape of snow. However, the appearance of the Alolan Vulpix and Foongus showed that the spread of Pokemon in the region was anything but normal; Alola and Unova shared few similarities, yet their native species were living with miles of each other in Russia.
How many other regions’ Pokemon are here, and how was this decided? Dana thought. The possibility that Pokemon had just been deposited randomly across Earth, allowing natural selection and competition to weed out the unfit and wrongly placed, was not a pleasant one, but it was plausible all the same.
The group’s arrival back in camp set off a bout of socialization, which Dana figured she may as well partake in. Training was her priority right now, especially since she now had a host of sparring partners to choose from. When the swordsman and his Gallade started sparring, Dana watched with keen interest, eyes flicking between the two’s blades as her Duskull rose up to hover at her side.
Camden Montero
May 4th || Russia || Norilsk
Camden had only himself to blame for failing to spot the Alolan Vulpix first—he knew that. Still, he couldn’t suppress his annoyance at the fact that he’d missed out on an Alolan Vulpix.
Why couldn’t it have been something uglier, like a Cubchoo? he thought, annoyed that he was, in fact, annoyed. He wanted to be more mature, get over this roll of ugly emotion that welled up whenever he spotted the girl who’d thrown the Pokeball first, but he was trying and failing to do so.
The least she could have done was catch it, he thought with one last ‘tsk’ of irritation as the group arrived back in camp. Next time, he’d have to—he would—do better.
An exclamation called his attention to the current commotion: a trainer and his Gallade facing off, blades out. Watching with wide eyes as the trainer and Pokemon parried and struck, Camden was struck by the beauty of their synchronization: though it was far from a routine, the trainer and Pokemon knew each other’s moves and thoughts, allowing them to achieve the balance of their current deadly dance. While not exactly a spectacle or show in the sense that Pokemon contests were, the routine was still the most amazing feat of trainer and Pokemon cooperation Camden had seen thus far, and he stared with both awe and anticipation of the closing act.
“My bet’s on the Gallade,” he said with a grin as he watched.
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