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In Pokémon: Start → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Eryn Montero
Route 2 || Sunset

The surprise of seeing a blue, red-ridged Pokemon take a chunk out of a rowboat was quickly replaced by unfiltered delight, courtesy of her brain putting two and two together.

“Praise Arceus, of course!” Eryn slapped her forehead. “The blue reptile’s a Totodile! Why didn’t I think of that?”

As if the Totodile had heard Eryn, it met her eyes, and Eryn froze, thoughts whirling. A water-type—not Dei, then. But Kylie didn’t have an advantage either, and since the Totodile was a water-type, it could easily retreat back into the water if it wanted. But, luckily, not right now, since it was stuck in the sinking—

“Ah! It’s sinking!” Bursting into a sprint, Eryn ran towards the boat, gripping onto the bridge supports as she reached for the boat. Whether or not her shorts got wet was hardly important considering that the Totodile was, in fact, literally stuck in a sinking ship. And, using what forearm strength she had—combined with the tremendously underwhelming leverage her feet offered as they sank into the muddy river bank—she was barely able to keep herself from sliding in after the sinking boat.

“Oh no you don’t!” Gritting her teeth, Eryn redoubled her efforts, digging her feet into the riverbank. Mud be damned, she wasn’t about to let a Pokemon drown.

A tug on her shirt prompted her to look back, and she saw Kylie bravely clutching onto the hem of her shirt, and Dei clinging onto the tip of Kylie’s jaws back on the drier portion of the riverbank. “Maw!” Kylie said, tugging valiantly. On the bank, Dei gave a growl just as Eryn felt the boat shift just a bit towards her.

“Yes! It’s moving!” The slight budge of the boat was all the encouragement Eryn needed, and the rest of the tug—though tiring—was relatively quick. Soon enough, the trio had manage to beach the vessel, and Eryn collapsed back onto the riverbank with relief.

“Oh my, that’s enough arms for one day,” she said, panting. Beside her, Kylie was panting as well, as was Dei a bit above her on the riverbank. “Good job—hah—both of you—hah—thinking on—hah—your feet.”

After a moment more of rest, Eryn sat up, breathing deeply as she took in the stuck Totodile. It was still her first day of training, but she’d already gotten two Pokemon under her belt and now had a chance at a third. Did she want to take it? A water-type was, of course, a vital and missing component of her team, considering that Dei was weak to water-types and would therefore be unable to traverse many wet terrains water-types might be able to. In fact, wet terrain itself was a testament to the necessity of water-types, since the majority of Pokemon would be unable to traverse across open water.

That said, was a Totodile what Eryn was looking for in a water-type? Sure she’d admired the battle prowess of Feraligatr so often portrayed in media, but she already had two sets of sharp fangs on her team. Although a third nibbler would fit right in, she was uncertain about the prospect of getting so many Pokemon in one day. Was she going to be one of those trainers who winded up catching everything they saw, stowing Pokemon away digital boxes instead of training them like they’d originally planned to do? This, however, might naturally resolve itself when she had a full team. Where she currently needed a water-type, in the future—should she catch this Totodile—she wouldn’t have the need and thus wouldn’t be immediately drawn to thinking about catching a water-type. When she had a full roster, she’d be focused on training the Pokemon she had rather than catching new Pokemon, wouldn’t she?

Eryn exhaled, blinking as the Totodile did. Maybe she was overthinking it. Maybe there was an easier way to resolve the dilemma at hand: ask the Totodile. But, to do that, she’d have to get him free first. Sure she’d be giving up a possible advantage in freeing the water-type, but she couldn’t imagine a universe in which she’d want to set her Pokemon like that on a Pokemon she was hoping to capture. She wanted Pokemon willing to fight by her side, not Pokemon forced to obey her command.

Considering catching the stuck Totodile, though, had reminded her of another way to free the water-type: If she threw a Pokeball at it, the Pokeball would wrap it up and—by doing so—free the Totodile when it released it. After all, Pokeballs tended to release Pokemon somewhere they’d feel comfortable on their feet.

This, however, meant that she’d be throwing a Pokeball at a defenseless Pokemon—something she definitely didn’t want to be doing, since the chances of her catching a Pokemon in that case were so close to zilch she might as well just throw a Pokeball against the ground. Plus, there was the added downside of violating the Totodile’s trust, since she didn’t want to be wrapping the water-type into a Pokeball when she didn’t even know if it wanted to be caught. But, if she informed the Totodile of her plan, then maybe it’d be able to give her pointers on how it wanted to proceed.

“Alright, Totodile. Two options,” Eryn said, getting on her feet. “One, I try and wedge you free. I don’t like that option because that boat is sharp and I don’t want to risk hurting you on the splinters.” Now that she was closer, she could see the splinters in the cracked wood, and she was liking that plan even less. Though the Totodile had natural defenses in its scales, why take the risk at all if it were avoidable?

“The second is that I throw a Pokeball at you because—because—the Pokeball will wrap you up and deposit you somewhere else when you get out. This way, you won’t get hurt, and I won’t touch you.” Eryn bit her lip. “And you probably won’t get caught if you don’t want to. So, blink once if you want me to try to pry you free, and blink twice if you want me to use a Pokeball.”

Eryn watched with some trepidation. Was it wrong of her to hope the Totodile chose the second method? She didn’t have ulterior motives—not really—but at the same time she could only admit that she’d be keeping her fingers crossed if the Totodile did go into a Pokeball.




@PlatinumSkink
In Pokemon Spiral → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Aedre Charbonnet
— Mesalon City Gym —

“Could you?” Aedre’s eyes went wide at Amber’s offer. “Wait—no. That would be amazing, but I’d hate to waste your time like that. I had Little with me the entire time, and I retraced my steps so many times. If he didn’t spot it after all of that…” Aedre trailed off. She couldn’t ask something like that of Amber, could she? Surely Amber had better things to do than try and help Aedre make up for her own faults?

But, Amber was her friend, wasn’t she? And friends wanted to help their friends. If she rejected Amber, she’d be rejecting a friend who was lending a helping hand when she needed one.

“But… if you really don’t have anything else to do, I would really appreciate it if you could help me look again.” Aedre knit her fingers together, her eyes flicking around nervously. Amber seemed more than willing, and, now that Aedre was thinking about it, maybe Amber did have a point. Her Yanma was a much better lookout than Little and would likely catch what he’d missed, and, if they were lucky, her Rowlet might even pick out something else entirely. Though she knew she might have been hoping for too much, maybe there was a psychic lead to be found somewhere along the path. Maybe…

“Really, really appreciate it,” Aedre murmured, her eyes trained on the Rowlet. Was it really too much to hope for?

@luckyblackcat
In Santa Celia: Coast to Coast → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Everly

The compact mirror in Everly’s hands blurred, her reflection wavering into nondescript shapes before fading into a separate scene entirely. A low-lit bedroom appeared, then faded into a darkened kitchen, then a face of fabric—a curtain. As the scenes flicked by, Everly flipped through a notebook, adding new marks here and there.

When she got to the entry of interest, though, Everly paused. The mirror reflected a living room furnished with a sofa and coffee table, the latter of which was piled with various crumpled cans and takeout cartons. Other than the flickering light emanating from the corner of the room, though, the space was still. Everly frowned, and the living room was replaced with a dark room—a bedroom, the bedsheets and blankets dangling haphazardly off one side of the empty bed. Another scene took its place, dark as well, then another, this one with a trace of light from the living room but no other sign of activity.

Setting the mirror down, Everly pushed back her chair and walked over to the door, opening it quietly and peeking into the hallway. The apartment was dark, as was the room down the hall from hers.

Closing the door behind her, Everly slipped on her mask, adjusting it as she pressed a hand to the full-length mirror on her door. Her reflection wavered, then disappeared, a portion of the mirror replaced by blackness—the bathroom, currently void of life. Stepping into the mirror, Everly stepped onto the sink carefully, careful not to knock anything over as she slid onto the floor. The apartment was quiet around her, the only noise coming from the streets outside. A full sweep of the place showed that the living room and bedroom were the only rooms with lights on. The kitchen and bathroom were bare, and the living room offered little more in terms of value than a sheathed katana on display above the television. The bedroom, though, yielded a tin of jewelry, previously stowed away in a closet corner, and a bundle of bills stuffed between the mattresses. These Everly brought with her back to the living room, where she paused, looking at the hanging katana. Then, retrieving that as well, Everly slipped back through the mirror, stowing the money away in her own closet.


A backpack under her oversized trench coat made her figure seem almost hunchbacked, and it wasn’t something Everly could wear around during the day. Southern California weather could hardly be described as cold considering the sunny skies, but after sunset the air tended to cool down quickly. Under the cover of night, Everly wore the coat as both a disguise and a deterrent, using it to ferry what she needed around the city while warding off attention. Few people looked twice at a hunched and hooded figure. This, as well as her ability to cut her trekking distance, made her walk a relatively short and relaxed one block when she started at the corner store window.

Her destination was, per usual, a dinky little shack of a store situated between a herb store and a take-out restaurant that was closed more often than not. “Lucky Pawn Shop,” as it was called, was run by Madame Su, a greying woman whose vision was as gone as the gold paint that had previously furnished the store exterior. Although her hearing wasn’t fairing much better these days, she had the help of her sons to manage the place, as well as her grandsons’ “friends.” However, their dealings, from what Everly knew, were mostly overseas, so she tended to turn a blind eye. In Santa Celia, they were working to survive as much as the next store over. What got smuggled on and off cargo ships was hardly her business as long as her money went where it should.

“Everly! My favorite young lady! Come in, come in!” The bell on the door jingled as Madame Su cackled from behind the counter. Wrinkled and tanned, the Madame easily looked the part of a grandmother, with a gap-toothed smile and bobby pins in her hair. The atmosphere could almost be described as friendly if not for the man in the muscle tank sitting behind her.

“Hello Madame Su.” Everly smiled, dropping her coat on the coat rack and walking over. Taking care to move slowly so as to not alarm the watchman, she unloaded her collection one item at a time onto the counter before the Madame. Out came a bronze statuette, a small collection of silverware and china, and the katana from earlier that night.

“Oh, very good.” Picking up the items as they were set down, the Madame brought each close to her face, eyeing and sniffing the pieces. Murmuring to herself, she appraised them silently, then muttered her conclusions to the man behind her in Chinese before setting the pieces down on either the left or the right side of the counter. Everly watched the right side as the items were divided, knowing the objects that went on that side would determine her payout. As such, she was a bit dismayed to see the katana get sorted to the left.

“Is the katana not real?”

“Real steel, sure. Not worth explaining to officials to, though, and definitely not worth reselling.” The Madame continued without missing a beat, stashing half the china on each side and only one piece of silverware on the left. When all the objects had a side, she straightened, dusting her hands. “Eight-fifty. Nine hundred for the lot.”

Everly paused, then nodded. “Nine hundred.” None of the silver had been antique, and she hadn’t expected the statuette to amount to much anyway. The katana, though, was disappointing. It’d been the biggest item in the stash but had failed to return profit accordingly.

“Very good.” Producing a stack of bills, the Madame smiled, flashing a silver molar as the man behind her collected the items. “And do you have any jewelry for me today?”

Everly nodded, producing the tin she’d found.

“Good, good. You always find good things, Everly dear,” the Madame said, rubbing her palms together as Everly poured out the contents of the tin. Sliding on a loupe, the Madame pulled her retractable lamp closer. “Pearls and jewels—my favorite.”

Everly waited patiently as the Madame shifted through the contents. For this lot, she was expecting at least a few thousand, considering that there was a variety of gold and silver. It was the holiday season, and thieves had turned to the wealthier side of town, so the chance of fakes was low.

“Oh, how pretty,” the Madame said, holding a silvery engagement ring up to the light. “Such a tragedy that this got lost.” A grin appeared on the Madame’s face as she peered at Everly over her loupe. “Everly, dear, could this possibly be yours?”

Everly stared at her blankly, and the Madame burst into laughter.

“Just teasing, dear. Let’s see. For everything… Let’s make it forty-three hundred, minus the ring.”

“What about—”

“Sadly, I don’t have enough cash on me to take this beautiful piece off your hands,” the Madame said, sliding the ring back to Everly, who met her eyes with a frown. Madame Su always had enough cash, and they both knew it.

“Next time.”

“Okay, next time.” The Madame grinned, setting her loupe on the counter beside her. “Forty-three hundred?”

“Forty-three hundred.”


Everly knew she wouldn’t be able to sleep much tonight. She could feel the weariness in her bones and the edges of fog in her head, but her mind kept shuffling through thoughts—of the Madame, of the money, of Emily. When she got home, she hadn’t even bothered to try sleeping. Instead, she opted to clean up and head to the restaurant early. On days sleep eluded her, she didn’t like staying home, lest her sister see how tired she was. Emily deserved nothing short of the best, everything considered, and Everly hated when she couldn’t provide that. The Golden Harbor, on these days, was her safe haven, since the staff were quick to clear out after the restaurant closed its doors at eleven. With the space to herself, Everly usually used the time to get ahead on her studies or update the budget and records. There was no winning on these nights, and since the next few would only get worse, she tried to get the important things out of the way on the first night.

So, with a post-it on the fridge, she packed her bag, intending on going straight to the restaurant through the mirror set up in her office. Though she’d been the one who’d suggested that security cameras be put up, the back camera was usually turned off at night since there were no streetlights in the back and therefore nothing to film.

When she touched her mirror, however, she was surprised to see that could see a faint light from under her office door. Her eyes shot to her digital clock, then back to the mirror. It was one of those nights, then.

Entering her office, Everly dropped off her backpack, then unlocked the door to head to the kitchen. The hallway was dark, but the kitchen was bright, and there she found Tim sitting at the counter, his head propped up by a hand. Everly cleared her throat, and he snapped up, eyes wide before recognizing her and relaxing.

“Oh, Everly.” Tim sighed, sinking back into his seat. “So it’s one of those nights, huh?”

“Yeah.” Everly pulled up a seat across from him. “Is the sign on?”

“No, I… I thought I was heading home soon.”

Everly reached out to put a hand on Tim’s shoulder. “I’ll go turn on it on.”

Leaving Tim in the kitchen, Everly walked to the front, flicking switches as she went. At the very front, she found the switch she was looking for, and the neon sign blinked to life after a brief moment of hesitation, clear against the windowpane.

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In Pokémon: Start → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Eryn Montero
Pureplain City || Trainer School || Late Afternoon

Seeing as there were a lot of Purrloin, Dei and Kylie had a lot of targets, and a good chunk of the afternoon was spent battling them. Dei took the brunt of the damage, since he was the one fielding the Purrloin’s retaliatory attacks, but he also adamantly refused to be recalled towards the end, matching the Purrloin’s attacks with his own. Though he wasn't built for Scratching like the Purrloin, he made up for what he lacked in finesse with brute strength, and combined with Kylie’s Fairy Winds, the Purrloin went down relatively quickly.

Midway through the afternoon, Eryn spotted a stray Pokeball at the base of a bush—unused, to boot—and she counted her lucky stars as she stuck it in her backpack. Finders keepers, or so it went. It wasn’t soon after that Dei had finally spewed his first burst of flame, and Eryn cut the battling off quickly after that, running up to Dei and scooping him up.

“Oh, stop squirming, Dei,” she said with a grin. “I saw that Ember. Great job.”

Up close, though, the effects of the Purrloins’ Scratches was clearer, and Eryn winced when she spotted a particularly nasty-looking cut on the back of Dei’s leg. Though she’d known that injuries came with the job for Pokemon, it was a bit unsettling to see it all firsthand.

“Alright, time to get you two healed up.” Glancing at Kylie, Eryn was relieved to see that she looked to be in much better shape—her steel-type physique paying off, most likely. “Dei, I’m going to return you for some well-deserved rest, and no, you don’t get to say no this time, unless you want me to hold you until we get to the Pokemon Center.”

Dei stopped struggling, resorting to silently glaring at Eryn instead, and Eryn glared right back.

“You’d stretch out that cut if you moved around too much, so just let me handle it, alright?”

Retrieving Dei’s Pokeball, Eryn recalled the sulky Charmander, then turned to Kylie to check her over for injuries.

“You look like you can handle some walking, but what do you think? Wanna go back in your ball?”

Kylie blinked balefully up at her, then shook her head. “Maw.”

“Alright, you’re not in top shape, got it.” Eryn sighed, bending down. “Want a lift?”

Kylie grinned, hopping into Eryn’s arms. She wasn’t much heavier than Dei, despite being a steel-type, but Eryn figured her size played a large role in that.

“Hut! Off to the Pokemon Center we go!” Eryn said, shifting Kylie so her weight rested partially on a shoulder.

Route 2 || Sunset

“Alright, you two. Keep your eyes peeled for a, what was it, a ‘little blue reptile?’”

“Maw!” Kylie called, enthusiastic as always. Beside her, Dei was quiet, watching the Mawile through the corner of his eye. The team dynamic wasn’t quite there yet, and it was quite clear that Dei didn’t trust Kylie in the slightest. That said, the two had worked together when Eryn asked them to earlier in the day, so Eryn wasn’t the most worried about conflict during a battle. She was more interested in getting to know Kylie better, since the Mawile’s enthusiasm seemed, though sweet, a bit of a flat personality that she couldn’t imagine defining anyone. Sure there were people who seemed almost furiously happy all times of the day, but even they had their own problems, and when they fell into spells of sadness, they tended to fall deeper than most. Eryn wasn’t sure if Kylie fell into this category, but she figured she’d keep her eyes peeled for any signs of a character she’d need to take into account and work to strengthen.

That said, Route 2 wasn’t going to be easy going either, since she’d have to get through the Wet Caverns before she could get to Lakewatch Town. Water-types lurked throughout the path from here on, and Dei’s natural weakness to them wasn’t balanced by an advantage on her current team. She’d have to start thinking about what kind of grass-type she wanted, and soon. Such is what had drawn her interest to the mysterious “blue reptile” she’d learned about at the school, and though the details were vague, the possibility of seeing a rare Pokemon was thrilling on its own. However, she had no clues to go off, no good way to go about trying to find said Pokemon. If only Oaken were around to bounce ideas off. Despite his flaws, he had memorized a wealth of information that Eryn could only hope to match someday, and she figured that if her last encounter with him said anything, it was that he was a decent person under all the pretentious pragmatism.

“Well, off we go!” A grin on her face, Eryn led the way onto the route path, the sky a brilliant gradient of orange and purple above.


@PlatinumSkink
In Santa Celia: Coast to Coast → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Lord Wraith Post is in works, but it's been a slow process during a busy week. Ideally, I'll have something up by this weekend.
In Pokémon: Start → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Eryn Montero
Pureplain City || Trainer School || Afternoon

When the Mawile met Eryn’s eyes the second time, Eryn was taken aback by the new intensity of the Mawile’s stare. Gone was the timidness, the lack of forethought Eryn had been expecting to see, and in its place she saw, for a brief moment, a glimpse of an individual who looked much too calculating for the Pokemon too shy to get honey themself.

And then the Mawile blinked, their call pitched in a way that reminded Eryn of the stereotypical fairy-type, all cute and cheery as the Mawile skipped over, allowing itself to be wrapped up into the Pokeball’s red beam with a prompt click of a button.

“Woah.” Eryn paused, turning to look at Dei. “Did you catch that?”

The Charmander harrumphed imperiously in response.

“You’re right. Maybe I was reading too much into it.” With a small frown, Eryn released the Mawile again, watching the Pokemon cautiously as it peered up with large, innocent eyes. Had she just imagined it?

“Well, moving on. Mawile, how do you feel about the name ‘Kyllene’? Kylie for short.”

There was a brief pause as the Mawile considered the name, and Eryn could’ve sworn she saw a flash of some emotion—annoyance?—flicker over the Mawile’s features. But, it was gone just as quickly as it’d come, and the Mawile was again all cheery smiles and big eyes.

“Maw,” she said, her larger jaws bobbing as she nodded.

“Great! Kylie, meet Dei. Dei, Kylie,” Eryn said, beaming.

As prompted, the two Pokemon looked at each other, Dei with his arms crossed and Kylie with an enthusiastic smile. “Maw!” Kylie called cheerily in greeting. When Dei didn’t respond, she moved to tackle him with arms outstretched—a hug, Eryn realized—but Dei immediately swivelled so his tail was between them, growling.

“Oh, Kylie, coming on too strong there. Let’s give the grump some room,” Eryn said, bending down to separate the two. “And Dei,” Eryn said, reaching for the Charmander so unhesitatingly that he was forced to move his tail to avoid burning her, “play nice.”

After giving both Pokemon a few gentle pats, Eryn straightened, glancing behind her to the Pokemon still feasting on the scattered honey. “Alright, what do you two say we get some training in?” Her eyes skimmed over the wild Pokemon. “Kylie, your Fairy Wind should do pretty well against any of the Purrloin around here, and Dei, well, Dei’s gotta get some work in sometime, and Purrloin aren’t the worst targets. So, let’s have you two tag team.”

The two Pokemon glanced at each other. Kylie smiled sweetly, clasping her hands together, to which Dei responded by silently baring his teeth. Not to be put down, Kylie tried a kind, drawn-out “Maw” along the tones of a whiny “why?” but with her larger pair of jaws gaping above, teeth glinting in the sun as the jaws flexed out in a yawn. To this, Dei crossed his arms, his teeth disappearing as he glared.

“Okay, we agreed then?” Eryn glanced between her Pokemon. Kylie chirped an affirmative “Maw” and Dei was silent, which in total was good enough for her.

“Great! Let’s start off with those two Purrloin over there.” Eryn pointed at two Purrloin to the edge of the crowd of Pokemon. “First let’s separate those two from the others. Kylie, a Fairy Wind should get their attention fairly quickly, so let’s start with that. Then, after we lead them a short distance away, Dei, add some Growls to weaken their attacks as Kylie continues with Fairy Wind.”

Her Pokemon nodded, then turned to face the Purrloin, Dei’s tail lashing behind him as Kylie whipped forth a Fairy Wind.


@PlatinumSkink
In Pokémon: Start → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Eryn Montero
Pureplain City || Trainer School || Afternoon

“Alright! Good going, Dei!” Eryn beamed as Dei sped back to her side, grousing a “Char” to, presumably, let her know how much he apprciated the current situation. In response, Eryn gave him a few hefty pats on the back. “Oh, cheer up, ‘ya old grouch.”

Then, turning her attention to the Mawile again, Eryn held out the stick of honey. “Heya, Mawile. Here’s that honey you wanted.” Eryn paused, glancing over her shoulder to the scattered feasters. “But, just so you know, you don’t need to be hiding back here. You can totally claim your share, and I can help you do just that. So how about it?” Eryn grinned, pulling out a Pokeball. “Tag along with me and get strong alongside this grouch over here?”

Hearing his name, Dei exhaled a smoky gust of air, giving the Mawile a distrustful side eye but otherwise not responding.

“I promise he’s all bark, but I’ll help both of you sharpen your bites enough to claim as much honey as you’d want.” Eryn continued holding the stick out for the Mawile, hoping that—fingers crossed—the steel-type would take the peace offering and give her offer some consideration.


@PlatinumSkink
In Santa Celia: Coast to Coast → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Lord Wraith Done.

—Everly Srisati—
In Santa Celia: Coast to Coast → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Lord Wraith CS is a slow work in progress, but I do plan on finishing it.
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