Whimsley

Pokémon: One

I'm more than willing to take precedence on these rules, though I'm taking all input into consideration to make the best experience for everyone. That being said, I was going to have leveling up be based on the amount of posts one provides, the quality of those posts (bonus levels), and perhaps bonus levels for combat. Moves learned would be strictly taken from source, and TMs/HMs could be bought from stores and/or earned from gyms.

Pokémon: One

Pokémon: One is an attempt to step back into our childhoods. When the Pidgey icon was actually Zapdos, when we tried to hold our gameboys at the right angle on long car trips in order to witness the battle. When having a lv 100 Pokémon truly meant something, whether that was obsession or passion. Many of the Pokémon threads I see on here have the players start with as many and as powerful Pokémon as they wish. I want to start with no items, no powerful moves, no insurance to count on. I want to start from the ground up, and with one Pokémon.

I'm looking for a dedicated group of RPers who are willing to post daily, creative posts, and are going to bring interesting interaction to the table. We'll be starting from the ground up, so each person will have one Pokémon starting at level 5, no legendaries, no rare Pokémon, no shinies, no exceptions. I will be playing the world, with all interactions with wild Pokémon, all gym leaders, NPCs, etc. I will also play a character if needed.

I will be creating custom gyms, and a storyline never before seen by any of the games, perhaps creating a new legendary in the process. I will have this posted on this thread in no more than 24 hours.

I'm looking to get some opinions, and the direction of this RP will be decided by those participating:

- How will move learning be integrated?
- How are wild Pokémon encounters established?
- Should there be a set system in place for leveling, evolving, travel, food, and/or other elements within the Pokémon universe?
- How likely is it to encounter a legendary Pokémon? How much involvement should they have?
- Should posts be kept to low, mid, or high casual standards?
- How much group interaction are people wanting to experience? Solitary travel, intermittent interactions with other solo travelers, or all group travel?
- How involved should the Elite Four and the Pokémon League Champion be in the world?
- How realistic should this RP be?
- How closely should we adhere to the games? Will there be turn-based combat, can Pokémon only learn four moves, do you have to require badges to travel on to future areas, etc.
- A huge question: do Pokémon faint, or do they die?

I would be grateful if you gave your input on the previous questions, but it's not required for the interest check. I'm willing to address any and all points, as I want this world to be as developed and understood as possible. I can't wait to hear back from any and all of you, as I'm very excited about starting this campaign! Right now I have a party of 3 to 4 set in mind, but I'm willing to compromise with the group and given interest.

Scattered Shades: Arcadia Chronicles

Arcadia

_{Inside the Z-ATV}

Jäger still suspected that the masked actor was hiding something, but he appreciated the support of Kho. Though it was strange he would purport the possible non-existence of Kho, as there was gratuitous documentation on the matter within Saiga's history and tomes. Jäger was not one to need defending, but knowing another was tolerant of the way was reassuring. He rose a closed gauntlet in the direction of Nicolas, a gesture in battle to mean strength and support. Jäger leaned back into his chair. He allowed his long, black strands of hair to rest on the top of the seat as he gazed about the buzzing interior.

Jäger marveled the whirring sounds of the living machine, crackling with arcane energy and Arcadia's finest technology. He'd never seen a Z-ATV in transit, let alone one sitting still. Literature was enough to learn, but to experience was the true joy of technology. He did not quite understand the shunning of technology within Saiga. There were several utilities and purposes that technology served. The convenience and subsequent apathy that technology could bring was only due to overabundance. There were balance in all things; one extreme did not prove wise above the other. Nevertheless, he never questioned his teachers in the matter, and lived by the codex of the monks.

Jäger's normal smirk had a new sheen to it with Zay's words. Jäger knocked the cover of Kho's book with a metal glove. "To take the first step is to read the first page," Jäger said. He was not one to lecture on the ways of Kho. Surely he'd been in discussions to correct misconceptions, but never to teach those who were blank slates. As he believed, everyone's quest was individual. His knowledge served no purpose for others reaching towards Kho.

Rings of Fate

Krunk Fortress, Lobby

_{Praise be to poor floor planning}

Zerraf was the embodiment of the shortest path between two points: a straight line. If effort was the enemy, so was surrender. If the rolling ball man came back to fight again, what a bother it'd be. With this in mind, Zerraf unsheathed his rapier and, with a candid toss, balanced the tip on his index finger. He flicked it into the air and it came careening towards the prone General Horns as a buzz saw might. The tip scratched the General's face, but froze just before puncture and remained balanced with handle upward, as if on an invisible string. Zerraf held the sword there. There was no space between the point of the sword and the General. He sauntered slowly forward given the situation. Zerraf rested, cross-legged, in front of the General's feet. He clenched his fist and pressed it against his cheek to rest on, elbow supported on the inner side of his knee. "Ey-ey, Chocolate Man, tell me where Lord Funk keeps pillows. Or you're no use to me," Zerraf said. In this case, the shortest path was the tip of the rapier and the General's unarmored face.

The Hallows Inn [CLOSED]

Dr. Thomas Arthur Rudhale

@SmileyJaws (Balian)

"The Fleshwalker," Dr. Rudhale said, maintaining his hushed tone. "She is intertwined with dark magics. I know not what binds her, but it is of unnatural origin." The doctor tapped the beak of his mask to his shoulder, roosting on it as a support. He was deep in thought. How hallow was this ground, if at all? Why did it deter the rotten horror that chased him, but allowed occult magic on its ground? The idea of illusions became a stronger possibility. And Thomas was in the heart. The doctor reached into his suitcase and pulled from it a stem with several, light magenta bulbs sprouting forth from it. He plucked them from the stem and grounded them up between his palms. Opening the thurible, Thomas sprinkled the ground petals into the collected ashes. The smoke pouring forth would be white, almost strangely pure in its color. It was Fumaria. Its purpose was to purify an enclosed space and deter shrouds or nefarious illusions. "A tea would be nice," Dr. Rudhale said.

@Irisity (Eslea)

The doctor spent some time turned about before he returned to face you, a pure, white smoke now pouring out from his thurible.

"I never want anyone to feel the pain as I have of a divided people."

"It may be too late for that," Thomas said. He returned to his suitcase as he often did and pulled out a black, thick book. The pages were yellowed with age. The cover bore a red symbol upon it, etched as if someone took a knife to the material and dragged along its surface. Its presence made the heart beat faster. Dr. Rudhale took to the pages with his dancing, gloved fingers. Each finger flipped an individual page. The maneuver was so quick, one might miss it if they blinked. Finally, upon a certain page, the bird mask remained transfixed upon the inscriptions. He gently shut the book and placed it back into his suitcase. It snapped shut. "Not here. Not now," he whispered, hushed by his mask. "Nobody may read this aloud. Not until proper preparations are made. I must train you." The doctor craned his neck about the inn, watching each individual move.

Something Wicked This Way Comes. [Fantasy Quest] [-3 Slots-]

Just missed the mark! Classic fantasy, especially with a darker tone, is my favorite genre. @SmileyJaws If you need someone to join later down the road, I'm your guy.

One Piece: New Age

Alan laughed, scraping his back against the cave wall as he stood. The seastone cuffs screeched as if nails on a chalkboard. He continued to bang the chain against the wall, creating his own shanty now. Though, it was mostly a series of grunts, growls, and hollers from the large-mouthed pirate. "BLOW THE MAN DOWN, YOHO, BLOW THE MAN DOWN. WAY, HEY! BLOW THE MAN DOWN!" Alan sang. The broad pirate's feet stomped alternatively and his teeth clashed together in melody. His fat tongue flicked to and fro, laughing between each stanza. Alan's mouth sang shanties, while his eyes sang taunts towards the key-bearing, cocky pirate. Make me.

The Hallows Inn [CLOSED]

@SmileyJaws

Still here, waiting on @Irisity before I respond

The Hallows Inn [CLOSED]

Dr. Thomas Arthur Rudhale

@Irisity (Eslea)

The plague doctored ceased tinkering with the thurible, substituting the business of his hands with a more collected position. He intertwined gloved fingers in front of him, supporting what you supposed were elbows underneath all of that tunic upon his knees. He gently placed the bottom of his mask on the bridge of hands he'd made. "There is a lot of detail to it, but I'll make my point quickly," Dr. Rudhale said. You weren't sure if he underestimated your intelligence, your patience, or felt he was at great haste. "Only those of demon blood can summon demons. That is the role I require of you. Demon blood outside of the container is too weak a reagent for such sorcery." The bird mask shook, as if Thomas were remembering something. "I seek a specific demon, one greater than all others I've encountered. If he falls, so will many others. This is my request," Dr. Rudhale said. The dark holes in his mask appeared to enter your mind, your soul, your very being as they twisted at an angle. You could swear a pool of liquid began to collect underneath one of the eye holes before a glove slid across the mask. "You are my one chance," he added.

Thomas suddenly turned from you, looking towards the ranger approaching the bar.

@SmileyJaws (Balian)

The hunched figure straightened its back just as you approached the bar. Its beak twisted over its shoulder as it noticed you, still in observance. The inn held its breath as it continued to stare. "You noticed it too," Dr. Rudhale remarked, quietly but audible to a trained, Ranger's ear. The muffled voice was different, but not unlike a human beneath a gas mask. More monotonous than most, perhaps. Po, the Raven, proceeded to lower and raise his neck repeatedly. Was he nodding?

Madam Lilith School for Supernatural

@WizardGirl is MIA at the moment, she hasn't logged on in awhile