Typical

Pokémon: Start

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Eryn Montero

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^{A small town near Pureplain City || Early Morning}

High school graduation was only yesterday, but the milestone event was already far out of Eryn’s mind. Her petition to become a Pokemon trainer had gone through, and she’d barely been able to sleep, excitement driving away any tiredness she might have felt the night before. Waking up in the morning had been the easiest and quickest thing Eryn had done in a while, and she was dressed, packed, and bursting to get out the door in less than twenty minutes.

“Bye Mom, Dad,” Eryn said, hugging each of her parents, who’d woken up to wave their daughter off on her big day. Her dad had even made Eryn’s favorite Oran berry pancakes, which Eryn had appreciated by scarfing down in record time.

“Bye Harper,” Eryn said, leaning down to give her younger sister a proper bear hug. “Take care of Mom and Dad for me, won’t you?”

“Will do, sis,” Harper said, grinning at her sister. Though she was a few years younger than Eryn, Harper was older mentally, and Eryn had no doubt she was leaving her parents in good hands.

“Take care of yourself out there, Erry,” her mom said, waving as Eryn bounded down the porch steps.

“Go get’em, Err!” her dad called.

“You better kill it, Eryn!” Harper called, hands cupped around her mouth.

“I’ll get on the telly one day—just wait!” Eryn shouted back, waving at her parents as she latched the picket gate behind her.

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^{Pureplain City || Kalmia’s Lab || Early Morning}

The bus ride to Pureplain was too long for Eryn’s liking, but she made up for lost time by sprinting the rest of the stretch to Professor Kalmia’s lab. Sure Pureplain was exciting, being a major city and all, but Eryn had been before. Exploring the city would have to wait until after she got the most essential part of any new trainer’s life: a starter—her dream since the day she learned that she too could become a Pokemon trainer. Fire-type, water-type, grass-type—all three were more than fine for Eryn. Sure she’d daydreamed about a torrent-stirring Swampert or a blossoming Meganium, but any starter would sate her since her end desire was to become the best Pokemon trainer she could. If she were to be honest, though, she had a soft spot for the fire-type starters: be it a blaze-backed Typhlosion or a flare-kicking Infernape, fire-types drew her attention like a moth to a flame. Perhaps it was their oft-portrayed feisty-yet-loyal temperament or simply the showiness of their moves that she was drawn to; either way, Eryn was thrilled because today, she would get her first Pokemon.

Giddy with excitement was one way to describe the wide smile on Eryn’s face as she pulled up in front of the lab, adjusting her backpack that had shifted during her run. A starter! How exciting was that? Her first real step into trainership, because she could hardly be called a real trainer without a Pokemon. Sure it was still a while until the specified eight o’clock, but Eryn preferred being early, and there was nothing she was more likely to be early to than her first day as a trainer.

Rubbing her hands together to get rid of excitement jitters—or whatever the tingly feelings in her hands were—Eryn reached to the double doors and planted two solid knocks in the right one, the sound reverberating through the smooth surface and into the space behind. Her knuckles tingled, her cheeks were starting to feel sore, and she couldn’t stop the impatient bouncing she was doing, but first day jitters were first day jitters, and Eryn couldn’t wait until the doors opened up.

Pokemon: Worlds Collide

@Balthazar007 I just realized that the IC dates coincided with real life dates, kinda. Does it matter if I move my characters slowly through each day? Or would you prefer that I try to keep up with IRL dates?

Naruto: Odyssey

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Natsuko Rinha

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^{Dusk || Land of Fire Border}

“I’m just that much more likable,” Natsuko said with victorious grin as she prepared to drag her teammates off with Minoru’s blessing. A childish call of protest, however, stopped her short, and she immediately let go of her teammates, ducking behind Koharu.

“Keep him away from me,” she hissed, eyes wide as Hachiro neared. When the boy continued walking over, Natsuko was forced to abandon ship and duck behind Kazuhiko.

“I’m trying very hard not to!” she said when Koharu threw a jibe at her.

“I’m in charge of protecting him too, and that means against you if necessary,” Kazuhiko said in his deadpan way, and Natsuko was unable to tell whether or not he was joking.

“Okay, okay, jeez!” she said, stepping away from him. “I’ll walk over here, okay? But I swear, if that brat says one more thing—”

“Why’s she acting like a crazy person?” Hachiro asked, tugging on Koharu’s sleeve.

“Oh, you are so—”

“Natsuko.”

“Alright, fine,” Natsuko said, crossing her arms and pouting. She suffered the rest of the trek in silence as Hachiro remained attached to both her teammates, clearly favoring Koharu’s soft tone and not altogether put off by Kazuhiko’s flat one either. While Natsuko had to admit she was a bit jealous of the kid, she was glad to see her teammates cheering up after the long hike. She herself was exhausted, and being able to relax and dip her feet in the river—despite the cold—sounded like the perfect end to a long day.

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Kazuhiko Taketori

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^{Dusk || Land of Fire Border}

Kazuhiko tagged along with his teammates, much like he’d always done. While he himself had no intention of soaking anything in the river, he could see the sense in Natsuko’s argument, and Koharu looked like she could use whatever home remedy Natsuko was suggesting. Their young charge tagging along, however, was a bit of a wild card. Though Minoru had trusted them enough to leave Hachiro in their care, Kazuhiko was still a bit perturbed—if not by the newfound responsibility, then by the boy’s presence.

Hachiro conducted himself as any young, spoiled, filterless child would, and while his honesty was refreshing—as was Natsuko and her reactions to it—Kazuhiko was struck by how differently he and Hachiro had turned out. Where he preferred silence and solitude, Hachiro seemed to gravitate towards the center of attention, intent on placing himself near it if not in it. As a son of a daimyo, Hachiro no doubt had expectations piled on his shoulders as well, yet the boy seemed to have little care for any mannerisms or codes of conduct he would no doubt have had drilled into him by numerous tutors. Kazuhiko had learned early on to watch what words left his mouth, since words held much more weight in formal settings where actions numbered few. Hachiro, on the other hand, seemed to have completely abandoned such lessons, suggesting either a lack of care for them or a desire to rebel against them. Both unsettled Kazuhiko, since he could never imagine himself going along with either of those thoughts.

Kazuhiko waited patiently on the riverbank as Hachiro and his teammates sat at the edge of the water and dipped their feet in. While he caught Koharu’s look of mischief, he trusted the her to conduct herself properly. A few moments later, when Hachiro jumped away from the water, screeching, Kazuhiko connected the dots and cracked a smile.

“Hah! Nice one, Koharu!” Natsuko shouted from her spot a few meters down the river bank. “Kid, that’s what you get!”

Hachiro looked between the two girls, confused, then turned to Kazuhiko, who shrugged. “The water’s too cold,” Hachiro said finally, pouting and hugging his legs close to avoid the water, much to Natsuko’s delight.

“What are you suggesting?” Kazuhiko asked, perking up at Koharu’s suggestion of a competition. While he was confident in his skills, he’d never gotten confirmation that he was better than Koharu, since Minoru was a master of non-committal answers. As such, a friendly contest to determine who was better was something he was keenly interested in.

Rustling from behind Kazuhiko diverted his attention, and he turned halfway, then turned back when the rustling ceased completely. They weren’t alone on the riverbank.

“How about ‘who takes down more targets?’” he asked, activating his Sensaigan.

Natsuko was quick on the uptake, quickly moving to Hachiro’s side. “Go for it, you two. I’ll watch him,” she said, giving Hachiro’s cheek a pinch. “Let’s call a truce until you’re safe again.”

Kazuhiko nodded, turning as a row of black-swathed figures emerged from the forest edge, katanas gleaming in the last rays of the setting sun. Taking up stance, he shared a glance at Koharu before they both rushed the swordsmen.

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@Sunflower

Pokémon: Start

Eryn Montero

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Eryn Montero

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^{1 7 ◼ F E M A L E ◼ I S S O N}

Biography:

Growing up in a town near Pureplain City that was small enough to avoid making a blip on the map, Eryn’s fresh out of high school and completely smitten with the prospect of becoming a trainer. Her parents, both teachers in the next town over, insisted that she complete her education before heading off on her trainer journey, but all school helped do was keep her pining for the day she became a trainer. So, after applying for trainership straight after her graduation, Eryn scrounged up what she could in terms of supplies before slipping on a cap and setting out to make her own name in the world. She might be taking baby steps now, but she’ll get to bounding along soon enough.

Personality:

Eryn’s bubbly and cheerful, eager to learn and persistent when she sets her mind to something. She’s a “glass half full” optimist who doesn’t do well with giving up, and becoming a strong Pokemon trainer—or maybe even champion—has always been her dream.

Pokemon Preference:

Eryn doesn’t have much of a preference. Big, perhaps—strong, intimidating Pokemon that she’ll have to train up from humble beginnings. That said, she’d be happy with a small but close-knit team to work and bond with since strength is earned, not given.

Pokemon

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Dei — Charmander

Dei

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^{Charmander ◼ ♂ ◼ Serious | Proud ◼ Blaze}

Dei’s the leader of the team, period. He was at Eryn’s side first, and he’ll be at her side last too. Nevermind that some of his teammates are bigger, faster, or stronger, he’s the best one, so ignore them if they say differently. Sure he’s been called arrogant and stubborn, but that’s only because he takes things more seriously than most of his teammates. He’s proud of that, and if anyone ever calls him a softie, ignore that, because that’s the truest lie there is, period.

Kylie — Mawile

Kyllene | “Kylie”

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^{Mawile ◼ ♀ ◼ Adamant | Sly ◼ Hyper Cutter}

As the cutest, friendliest, and nicest team member, Kylie trusts you to deduce that she’s the best. Her strength isn’t one she has to cite; it’s implicit in her confidence and her large jaws, which are fairly sharp, but there’s no reason for you to be concerned about that. What her teammates might also tell you is that she’s the smartest member on the team, and she will neither confirm nor deny that label. She will, however, say this: Flaunting talents is a good way to show a lack of confidence, and she doesn’t flaunt.

Tula — Magikarp

Tula | “Tutu”

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^{Magikarp ◼ ♀ ◼ Jolly | Mischievous ◼ Rattled}

But a humble Magikarp, Tula has yet to fully understand Eryn’s aspirations of her, but nonetheless she’s fond of the girl who carries her around and delivers hearty squeezes she half-feels through her carapace. Maybe one day, she’ll be able to hold her own in battle like her teammates instead of being carried around everywhere. Maybe one day…

Eri — Zorua

Erebi | “Eri”

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^{Zorua ◼ ♂ ◼ Careful | Determined ◼ Illusion}

Eri wants to be a trainer. How and when he came to want this is something he’ll pass on sharing, but let’s just say it’s not because he wants in on the fun and games of trainership. As for what he thinks of Eryn, well, he doesn’t have much to say. He’s now where he’s never pictured himself: the Pokemon of a trainer who, for some reason, was willing to teach him how to be a trainer. Maybe he’s crazy, but he’s pretty sure she might be insane.

Peri — Onix

Peri | “Per-per”

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^{Onix ◼ ♀ ◼ Adamant | Stubborn ◼ Rock Head}

As the biggest of the team, it’s only natural that Peri’s the strongest. She’s the loudest, the heaviest, and definitely the hardest, if being made of rocks counts for anything. Steel-types got nothin’ on her, and if that puny smudge of a fire lizard tries to assert that he’s the leader, don’t bother listening. Obviously, the strongest should lead, and frankly he’s a softie who broods way too much to be anything close to a good leader. At least Eryn’s not so sensitive.

Pokémon: Start

@PlatinumSkink I'll add that in before posting it in the CS section, and a flavor post would be great, unless I can just reference the first post IC?

Pokémon: Start

@PlatinumSkink

—Eryn Montero—

Naruto: Odyssey

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Natsuko Rinha

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^{Morning || Konoha}

Koharu’s attempt at reassuring Natsuko made her pause, since her teammate’s words, interpreted another way, contained a thinly-veiled insult. However, given Koharu’s temperament, Natsuko quickly realized that Koharu must have misspoken, but Koharu was already bowing and apologizing profusely.

“Oh, Haru-chan, it’s fine,” Natsuko said, attempting to pat her teammates shoulder and reassure Koharu that everything was forgiven. Koharu, though, didn’t look convinced, but then Minoru stepped in and Koharu found an opening to slip away from Natsuko.

“How about Hachi-NO?” Natsuko said, cracking a weak smile despite the fact that her attention was still on Koharu, who seemed more deeply affected than she was. Had she known it’d be like this, she would have just brushed off the young brat’s comment without another glance. Mean comments? As if she hadn’t gotten her fair share of them from adults and peers alike.

“Are you alright?” Kazuhiko asked once the group started moving again. Minoru, clearly picking up on Koharu’s change in mood, had made a beeline for the girl.

“Yep, fine,” Natsuko said, shooting Koharu one final glance and—finding the situation handled, praise Minoru—turned her attention to Kazuhiko with a devious grin. “So, Kazu-chan. What if I were to tell you that Koharu is a bit in the dumps and in need of a white knight in shining… sandals?”

Kazuhiko sighed. “Nice talking to you, Natsuko.”

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Kazuhiko Taketori

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^{Dusk || Land of Fire Border}

By the time the guards finally decided to call it a night, a heavy weariness had settled into Kazuhiko’s bones, and the same went for his teammates; Natsuko looked drained, blinking blearily as she sank down onto a log, and Koharu was already stripping off her shoes. Though he’d never say he was tired, Kazuhiko had to admit that now was as good a time as any to stop. The guards were clearly more accustomed to the long distances required for the job than the team of genin to which he belonged.

“What are they doing?” Natsuko asked when she spotted a few guards leaving the caravan.

“Finding firewood and water, probably,” Kazuhiko said, glancing over at the guards. That there was a water source nearby likely factored into the guards’ decision to stop.

“A river?” Natsuko said, perking up as she came to the same conclusion he did. Springing to her feet, she grabbed both Kazuhiko and Koharu by a hand and tugged. “C’mon, let’s go soak our feet!”

“Minoru-sensei,” Kazuhiko tried, quickly looking to the jonin for help.

“Minoru-sensei, ple—ease,” Natsuko said, pouting at the jonin as she continued tugging on her teammates.

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@Sunflower

Homer Park

The town scene was unique in the way prairie homesteads and fisherman's’ wharfs were—unique in their dilly-dallying ways, yet altogether uninteresting to Clo, who’d long grown attuned to an upbeat city lifestyle. However, Elizabeth had urged her to come visit, and Clo was never one to refuse to travel, so here she was, surrounded by a town she would have otherwise had no interest in.

“Well, she was certainly something,” Clo said once they’d passed the woman with the heels. Still, strange people were everywhere, and the woman soon left Clo’s mind.

At Elizabeth’s assertion that they’d arrived, Clo turned to the window beside her, peering out at the building they were pulling up next to. There was nothing particular to note about it—not that she’d thought there would be anyway. When Elizabeth had finished parking, Clo helped with her suitcases, following Hank and Elizabeth towards where the elevators were.

“He wouldn’t have been able to hear the music anyway,” Clo said at Hank’s remark about Beethoven, flashing the man a grin.

At 6C, Elizabeth and Hank started a discourse about a meeting—one which Clo wasn’t informed of, and she hated not being in control of her schedule.

“Well, this is a first,” Clo said once the two siblings finished their explanations and reassurances. “I don’t think I’ve ever met with city council members to discuss my social contract as a visitor.”

When it became clear that the meeting was nothing to joke about, Clo figured she may as well change the subject. “What’s good around here?” she asked, setting down her suitcase. She could unpack later. “Any recommendations? You’re the locals.”

Pokemon: Worlds Collide

Ardanata “Dana” Stamos

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

After her Marshtomp had evolved back into her Swampert, Dana had returned back to camp and dropped off the Marowak’s Pokeball before calling out her Pokemon for a few sparring sessions as she waited until night fell. Once darkness had set upon the arid streets, Dana caught a ride to town, walking down empty lanes until her Duskull returned to her side, eyes blank as ever.

“Lead the way,” she said, turning to follow the Duskull. The streetlights cast long shadows against the pavement, the streets themselves growing sparser as Dana made her way to the fringes of town.

“I’ll leave it to you then,” Dana said as the Meowstic came into view. Her Duskull slid into the ground as Dana walked towards the Meowstic, who finally looked over, sensing her approach. However, in looking at Dana, it failed to notice her Duskull until the ghost-type was poised to attack; her Duskull’s Confuse Ray hit square-on as the ghost-type drifted into view, readying its Shadow Sneak.

Notes

Pokemon:

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

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@Balthazar007 Evolved Marshtomp > Swampert
Duskull — Confuse Ray > Meowstic, level 34, 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}

“Yes! You did it, Ruby!” Camden shouted as he ran over and scooped up the Eevee’s Pokeball. Beside him, his Cherubi was already perking himself up with a final few Morning Suns.

“Oh jeez, what am I even going to evolve it into?” Camden asked, a hand going to his forehead. Ruby, arriving beside him, shrugged.

“Ah whatever,” Camden said, getting to his feet. “Let’s get back to camp first. Get some food and all that.”

Notes

Pokemon:

• Ruby // Cherubi ♂ — Lvl 13: modest
• Thea // Gothita ♀ — Lvl 11: sassy
• Eevee ♂ — Lvl 12

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Naruto: Good Tidings

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Azumi Taketori

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^{Morning || Konoha}

Azumi nodded, attempting a smile at Ai when the jonin addressed her. While she couldn’t read much off Ai’s face, there wasn’t much to say about her run through the training course anyway. Her performance was, if put generously, average, lacking any hint of talent or aptitude like her teammates—especially Masumi—would likely show.

As Minori headed off, Azumi glanced at Masumi, who sniffed and turned away from her. She clearly hadn’t made much headway with his opinion of her.

Minori’s run of the course went much better than hers did. Where she nearly tripped and fell over some parts, he seemed to breeze over them. Though he was a quiet student who achieved average marks, Minori was still a fair deal better than Azumi.

“You did great, Minori!” Azumi said with a grin once the boy had returned. “Jumping on the pendulum was so cool!”

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Masumi Rinha

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^{Morning || Konoha}

Masumi was surprised when Minori jumped on the pendulum, but he’d rather die than admit that. Giving his only competent teammate a nod as he set out, Masumi lined himself up at the start line then—at Ai’s signal—sprinted off, deftly tossing his first three kunai during the height of his jump. All three hit, two center.

The obstacle course itself was no trouble for Masumi, who’d had plenty of practice maneuvering over tough terrain during his academy years. He ran smoothly over poles and through obstacles, hitting the target past the pendulum dead center as he ran through. On the last stretch, Masumi was prepared for the targets to shift, and he responded accordingly, tossing out kunai as he spotted them. However, unlike when he could plan his responses like earlier, the flashing targets provided more of a challenge: running through, Masumi hit seven of them, but only one center.

“Damn it,” he cursed as he reached the finish line, glancing back for the targets that had already disappeared. Sure he hadn’t expected to hit them precisely like he’d done to the previous few, but to miss one entirely? That wasn’t how he worked.

“I’ll get them all next time,” Masumi said as he returned to Ai’s side, sulking. He’d wanted to deliver a flawless execution to knock everyone flat, but he’d fallen short, and falling short of excellent was nothing amazing. Falling short of excellent—that made him normal, and Masumi loathed being normal.

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Asuka Kurama

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^{Morning || Konoha}

Ryuu’s words took Asuka by surprise, reminding her of how long it’d been since she’d had face-to-face contact with another person. Her surprise, though, didn’t translate itself onto her facial features, which remained still throughout Ryuu’s speech, even as the fellow jonin brought up Chiasa Uchiha. The mask she wore during her Anbu missions was realized in her own lack of emotions, a curious detail Asuka didn’t think much of since it didn’t affect her performance in the field. Still, when Ryuu pulled out the pictures, Asuka was struck by resemblance between them: pale, slightly bloated skin with patches of bruises and blemishes to offset the black, cavernous sockets staring out of the picture. Dead, dead, dead, the bodies seemed to indicate, as if one glance wasn’t enough to tell.

“If you know I’m Anbu, then I suppose my commander’s already approved this,” Asuka said flatly. No wonder Bear had given her such a long break this time around. “Where’s the witness being held?”

“Commander!” a man—jonin, by the looks of it—burst into the restaurant, rushing to Ryuu’s side when he spotted the robed man. “Commander Sakaguchi, the witness has been reported missing!”

“They want him dead,” Asuka said, rising from her seat. “Take us to where you last saw him.”

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^{Mid-morning || Konoha}

“Here—he was supposed to be in this room,” the jonin officer said, indicating a holding room. “His mother stepped out for a moment, and when she came back, he was gone.”

“There was no forced entry,” Asuka said.

The jonin officer shook his head. “No one entered the premises around that time.”

Asuka looked to Ryuu, crossing her arms. There was a mole in the police ranks—that much was clear.