Typical

Naruto: Odyssey

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Natsuko Rinha

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^{Morning || Konoha}

“Cute, but so cliche I might die from retelling their love story,” Natsuko said, stopping to pose, a back of her hand to her forehead as she looked up at the sky. “And then it was like night met day. Mariko and Kazu-chan touched hands, and they knew—just knew—they were meant to be together despite their warring families. ‘To death do us part,” they said to each other.”

Minoru’s gently chiding voice carried over, causing Natsuko to break from her scene and flash the jonin a mischievous grin. “Am doing!” she called. She hadn’t even started grilling anyone yet.

Koharu’s question made her flick her eyes to her teammate, scanning the light-haired girl’s face for clues. Although Koharu had started to let down her walls around her, many of Koharu’s thoughts remained unvoiced, more due to the girl’s personality than her lack of trust in Natsuko. As such, Natsuko had to watch closely, reading in between Koharu’s words and silences to guess what her friend really meant. Right now, it seemed like Koharu had chanced upon some unpleasant thought or memory, which meant it was up to Natsuko to brighten her mood again.

“With you and Kazu-chan watching my back, what do I have to be nervous about?” Natsuko asked, grinning. “We’re going to have so much fun!”

And such was true. At home, Natsuko was a quiet, unnoticed presence with her four older brothers dominating most of the attention. Her parents were always more concerned with this accomplishment and that successful mission, leaving her little time for Natsuko, who didn’t have much to add to the list anyway. Outside her home, though, Natsuko felt liberated—free to be herself, say her mind. So, as a general rule, the farther she got from home, the happier she was. A trip to the Lightning Country? That was an adventure that Natsuko couldn’t wait for.

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Kazuhiko Taketori

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^{Morning || Konoha}

Kazuhiko didn’t even bother looking over at his teammates. On average, Natsuko liked to bring up the supposed romantic tension between Koharu and him at least three times a day—one of those times being when they first gathered together. Though he’d gotten used to shrugging it off, he was glad for Minoru’s chidings that, while clearly ineffectual, reassured him that he would have a sensible authority figure to turn to if Natsuko got out of hand.

“I’m making progress with taijutsu,” Kazuhiko said in response to Minoru’s question. During the past month or so, he’d had frequent sparring sessions with Mariko Hyuuga in order to practice his Taijutsu. The Hyuuga heiress had more than a leg up over him due to her dojutsu, which alerted her whenever he attempted to use his. However, Kazuhiko had discovered a loophole in this pattern a few sessions ago: If he distracted her—focusing her attention elsewhere with an attack to the side or something similar—he would be able to utilize the Sensaigan to his advantage and turn the tables. Hyuuga were well known for their Taijutsu prowess, but his the Taketori were a close second.

At the west gate, the team was met by the daimyo’s guards. There were six of them altogether, all armed with sheathed katanas, as well as a carriage in which their charge likely sat.

“Minoru Kawaguchi?” one guard asked, stepping forwards to discuss details with the team captain. As they did, Kazuhiko turned his attention to the carriage, which remained silent despite his team’s arrival. He’d heard few details about the figure they were to deliver other than the fact that it was someone with relation to a daimyo currently residing in the Lightning Country. The person they were escorting, therefore, was most likely a family member—the wife or, say, a brother.

“Why’s your hair white?” a voice asked. Kazuhiko snapped around to see a little boy standing next to Koharu and Natsuko, looking at Koharu with puzzlement. “Are you sick?”

“Young master!” a guard said, rushing to the boy’s side. “Please, stay in the carriage!”

“Aw, aren’t you just the cutest,” Natsuko said, bending down to the boy’s height and reaching out to pat the boy’s head.

The boy batted her hand away. “Don’t touch me, ugly,” he said, then glanced between her and Koharu. “Why’re you both so short? Are you really shinobi?”

“Young master, please, this way,” the guard said, guiding the boy back to the carriage as Natsuko stared gape-jawed after him.

“He—he just called me ugly!” she said, eyes wide.

“Forgive the young master. He can be quite… hasty with his words sometimes,” another guard said.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been called ugly,” Natsuko whispered, gazing blankly at the carriage into which the boy had disappeared.

“Positions!” the captain that had been speaking to Minoru shouted, evidently having finished discussing plans. The guards immediately flanked the carriage, hoisting it up.

“Natsuko?” Kazuhiko said, walking over to his teammate, who looked up with a tight smile.

“I'm fine!” Natsuko said, smile wider than usual. “But if that twerp gets within three feet of me again, I can’t guarantee the safety of his pretty little head.”

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@Sunflower

Pokemon: Worlds Collide

@Balthazar007 Oh and, although I already wrote it in, finding Alolan variants is fine, right?

Pokemon: Worlds Collide

@Balthazar007 >_> wrote Camden's Cherubi using Tackle, but Morning Sun would be his trump card, hence my listing of it in the notes. Would that not work? Because the way I see it, Morning Sun is like a potion supply, and Camden's Cherubi isn't going down anytime soon with the move active.

Pokemon: Worlds Collide

Ardanata “Dana” Stamos

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^{Egypt || Town Outskirts || May 17th, Afternoon}

Dana watched the Purugly prance off, turning back to her Combusken once the wild had disappeared behind a street corner. A familiar glow had enveloped her Combusken, blurring out the fire-type’s outline entirely before it faded, leaving a tall beige-plumed Pokemon in its wake.

“Blaziken,” Dana said, watching as the newly-evolved Pokemon tested out its familiar limbs. “Welcome back.”

The Blaziken swung a leg up in a mock-Blaze Kick before straightening to look at Dana, who called out her Scizor.

“Find an Aromatisse,” she said, her Duskull sliding out of sight at the words.. To her other two Pokemon she gave a nod, starting the sparring session between them. Kick met punch, the Blaziken holding back his fire and the Scizor keeping its claws sheathed. The battle continued until Dana’s Duskull appeared at her side again, prompting her to return her Blaziken.

“Scizor, follow Duskull,” she said, her Pokemon going on ahead of her.

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^{Egypt || Town Outskirts || May 18th, Midday}

“Water Gun,” Dana said. Her Marshtomp immediately fired a bolt of water at the opposing Marowak, hitting the Alolan variant square on its face and knocking it back into the wall behind it.

“Mud Bomb,” Dana said. Her Marshtomp’s imminent evolution was apparent in its newfound bulk, and Dana was looking forward to getting her Swampert back.

Notes

Pokemon:

• Duskull ♂ — Lvl 34^
• Venusaur ♀ — Lvl 34^
• Blaziken ♂ — Lvl 36
• Scizor ♂ — Lvl 34^
• Marshtomp ♂ — Lvl 35^
• Clefable ♀ — Lvl 34^

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@Balthazar007 Evolved Combusken > Blaziken
Marshtomp — Mud Bomb > Alolan Marowak, level 36, male
If Dana wins, she’ll throw a Pokeball

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Camden Montero

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^{Egypt || Town Square || May 18th, Midday}

“Alright, let’s try this again,” Camden said once he’d tracked down another Eevee. Beside him, Ruby nodded, stepping out front. As he’d discovered yesterday, Ruby’s Morning Sun was invaluable in perking the Cherubi back up after a battle, and he was keen on using that to his advantage.

“Tackle ‘em down!” Camden said, Ruby running out in front of him.

Notes

Pokemon:

• Ruby // Cherubi ♂ — Lvl 11^: modest
• Thea // Gothita ♀ — Lvl 11: sassy

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@Balthazar Cherubi — Morning Sun > Eevee, male, lvl 12

Pokemon: Worlds Collide

@Balthazar007 Double post due to another question: so, if you look at PP, how would Morning Sun (PP 5) compare against Tackle (PP 35) calculation-wise? Does Morning Sun do better (despite it being a healing move first and foremost)??

Pokemon: Worlds Collide

@Balthazar007 Oh awkward, pretty sure I'm the worst offender there with the times. I just assumed that finding one Pokemon per "time of day" would work, ie one during noon, one in the afternoon, and one at night. One Pokemon works fine for nighttime excursions, but if Dana finds one around noon/the afternoon and then just calls it a day, I feel like it's kinda awkward, especially if it's one of the common pokes.

Basically, one Pokemon per day works, but time-wise that sounds like the trainers are getting nothing done. Unless all Pokemon are super rare, which doesn't seem likely since they're pretty much all top-of-the-food-chain terrors to the local people and animals.

// edit: but will abide by the rule for sake of the RP

Pokemon: Worlds Collide

@Balthazar007 How do you factor in accuracy for dice rolls?

Homer Park

Elizabeth’s words were a mystery, but they’d always been. And, like she usually did, Clo dismissed her friend’s philosophical ramblings that grew too far from the current reality.

“Oh, here, let me help with that,” Clo said when Elizabeth started moving her luggage, but was unsuccessful in doing so since her friend’s brother quickly stepped in. When the man moved, however, his pant leg shifted to reveal a curiously round bite mark. In another second, though, it was covered again, and Hank was attempting to explain something to Clo, albeit awkwardly.

“Nice to meet you, Hank,” Clo said with a grin. “And we can definitely hit the road.”

As he moved away, she glanced again at his hands. Though he struck Clo as more than just a hobbyist photographer, he had a fair deal of injuries that Clo rarely saw even on construction workers. Making a mental note to ask him about it later, Clo got into the car, closing the door behind her with a solid click.

The Haunting of Crestwood Hollow - A Supernatural Thriller

M A T H E R M E M O R I A L H I G H S C H O O L:

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^{Tuesday, August 21st, 2018 — 7:30 am | Auditorium}

“Look, Morgan, you have three lines. Three. So if you can’t memorize them in twenty minutes, don’t bother getting onstage,” Brynn said to the wide-eyed girl she’d cornered behind the curtains. Morgan, the flaky sophomore class representative, had experienced “technical issues” during the summer, conveniently causing her to not receive the script sent out to all student council members. Unfortunately for her, though, Brynn had been the one who’d sent the email, and Brynn wasn’t feeling particularly generous on the morning she was to participate in a skit detailing the rights and wrongs of unprotected sex and consent.

“Do you want me to hold your hand as you read your script or something?” Brynn snapped when Morgan didn’t move. Taking the cue, the sophomore darted off, disappearing backstage as Brynn pressed a hand to her temple in an attempt to ease her coming headache. It was too early in the morning for her to be dealing with dimwits who couldn’t even come up with half-decent excuses, and on top of the ridiculous skit she was being made to participate in, there was the matter of—

Brynn snapped up as Makayla Hall appeared at the doorway with another member of the council.

“Hey, Brynn! Sorry, were you using this room?” the council member asked.

“No—go ahead,” Brynn said, making for the door.

“Oh, okay,” the boy said as Brynn exited without looking back. Unlike Morgan, Brynn needed no second warning.

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^{Tuesday, August 21st, 2018 — 12:31 pm | Main Quad}

“No way! He chucked it at her—just like that?”

“No!”

Brynn shifted as her table devolved into cries of disbelief. Jonas Lehrer, the new teacher on campus, had apparently thrown an eraser at a student. The exact truth had been muddled after multiple retellings, and though Brynn knew better than to believe anything that came out of Adrielle’s mouth at face value, she also knew that there was no faster way someone could get a run-down of the latest happenings at Mather Memorial. In this case, though, believing in what she heard also meant believing her final period was liable to be led by an eraser-chucking wild card, which—in addition to the fact that she’d tried and failed to get excused from the class even after speaking to the principal—was beginning to sound like it couldn’t get any worse.

“And what’s that new class he’s teaching? ‘Social Conscience?’ Sounds like some depressive shit right there,” someone else added. “Are they gathering the loners for group therapy or something?”

Adrielle met Brynn’s eyes from across the table, and Brynn shook her head. No, she wouldn’t be sharing that she was slotted in the aforementioned class—not after that comment.

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^{Tuesday, August 21st, 2018 — 2:23 pm | The “Loft”}

Social Conscience—the class had been a total mystery when it appeared on Brynn’s schedule, and Brynn didn’t take kindly to mysteries. A few dozen interrogational emails and phone calls to the school later, she came up with a few facts that she was grudgingly forced to accept. The course was mandatory, was only held at the end of the day, and would take the place of Brynn’s scheduled history class. While she would receive credit for the said history class, Brynn didn’t like the sound of “Social Conscience” one bit. For all the reassurance she’d received about the class, it sounded more like some sort of pseudo-philosophy class than anything, and that could mean that grades were determined by how much one agreed with the teacher. Sure Brynn had written her fair share of English essays specifically tailored to bias teachers, but English was a mandatory requirement listed on all college applications. “Social Conscience,” on the other hand, sounded like a possible time sink that yielded no specific benefits other than the credits it would replace.

The students making up the class itself, though, were a spread of knowns and unknowns. Consisting of various faces from the junior and senior classes, the group looked like a bad survey of Mather Memorial’s upper-class population—which was exactly what the school office had promised Brynn, really. The variety of students reassured Brynn that the class would be no grade-breaker, and she took a seat by some familiar faces before turning her attention on Jonas Lehrer, who seemed just as interested in her as she was in him. There was no trace of the bight hope present in many new teacher’s faces; rather, Jonas seemed to stand like a tenured instructor, confident in his continued employment despite whatever might happen during the year.

After he’d finished the usual run-down, Jonas opened up with an icebreaker—something teachers always seemed to insist upon doing on the first day of class. Granted the icebreaker was inspired by a topic many teachers would loathe to broach, but that didn’t make it much more compelling.

“Humans no longer feel the same pressures of natural selection,” Brynn said after the first round of volunteers had gone. “In the process of changing our priorities, we've managed to change how we're selected for."

Brynn fell silent, opening the floor again. Her eyes trailed to Jonas, watching for a reaction: how had her answer fared?

The Haunting of Crestwood Hollow - A Supernatural Thriller

Brynn Reyes, V2