Whimsley

Pokémon: One (~Looking for one player and a Co-GM!~)

@Pacha Absolutely, thank you so much. Feel free to make a character. How rough of a map do you need, exactly? That sig is beautiful, btw.

THE OWL.

OH MY GOD.

GUYS I LIKE OWLS

SPOILER.

Pokémon: One (~Looking for one player and a Co-GM!~)

Gleampier

As you opened your eyes, everything became clear. The sun gave a yellow tinge to your surroundings, and the summer heat caused a drop of sweat to run down the side of your body. Hadn’t it just been pale blue? You must’ve fallen asleep in the middle of the night. The temperature almost lulled you into a second, mid-morning nap. Your eyes fluttered a slideshow of light and dark and began to roll into the back of your head. Almost. Your skin tightened and your chest heaved. You shot up in bed and your eyes widened, adjusting to the light. The adrenaline in your veins returned as your shaking hands gripped whatever might be lying about. You threw whatever coverings that bundled you in the night and your feet hit the ground running, literally soaring out of bed. Was that the smell of pancakes downstairs or in a house across the road? Where’d you fall asleep again? Who cares, today was the day! Your eyes darted about the place and you grabbed whatever you thought might help you in the blink of an eye. Personal belongings, a pack, some snacks, you even found a Potion hidden around the place and stuffed everything into some sort of container. The zipper groaned as you heaved backward with all of your might to get it closed. You nearly sprinted away before turning back. You collected all of the cash you’d been saving and stuffed it into your pockets.

[Acquire: Potion x1]
[Acquire: 500 P (Pokédollars)]

Did you say goodbye to your parents? Were they here? Were you in a home? Out the door you went. Your shoes slammed against the dirt and kicked up grass. With your gear in tow, you took your first steps to becoming a Pokémon master.

Ah, the beautiful town of Gleampier. Scientists have studied the anomaly that the Port was, having never had a cold winter in its existence. The temperature is always the same as a fair summer heat, but that was nothing a local couldn’t handle. With extended stay, one’s skin was bronzed and their hair had become blonde since childhood. The all too familiar swirling breeze came in with the rising tide, unfurling the locks on your head. Wingull cooed from high on and soared through the lone clouds that managed to survive in the sky during this perfect day.

Even the water was warm, being fed by thermal vents that existed just off shore at the bed of the cove. Geologists, Ecologists, and Meteorologists were rummaging about the town 24/7 scribbling on their documents and swearing the forsaken town for not having any sort of wifi or connection. If it did, research could be conducted at a rate four times faster than it currently could! At the moment, though, scientists had to hike up the jagged cliffs bordering the town’s western side and reach a recently constructed research station. Elevation appeared to improve connection. That wasn’t where you were going, though. Your shoes slammed against cobblestone pavement. Sand whisked against your face and forced itself into the soles of your shoes. If salt in your shoes made you jump higher, sand made you run faster. The breeze only became more relaxing as it surrounded your face. You closed your eyes for a moment. The furious wind, mixed with the ever-present sun, was an earthen nirvana. And nobody could take that from you. You thought it unwise to run for too long with your eyes closed, and your eyelids shot open to continue your guided journey.

There was never much to do inside, as technology wasn’t the most recent innovation in the port. Most efforts went towards building oceanic rigs, fishing equipment, and building residency for the high-population town. The perfect weather attracted quite a crowd, and expansion efforts had to be made constantly. It wasn’t a city quite yet, but within ten years it likely could be. Your path took you in alleyways, around store corners, between crowds of people and even over hedges and bushes. You took the straightest path possible to the port itself, where a distinct vessel rocked on the waters.

S.S. EXPEDITION

In bold, bright blue letters right on the side of the ship’s shining white hull. A massive construction of tangled wires topped the ship, buzzing with electricity. It was the distinct vessel of none other than Professor Palm, who came into port on this specific day every year. Young trainers from all around would gather for their first Pokémon, and the attendance showed. A long, winding line had already accumulated to await passage onto the ship. A wooden, barred plank separated the dock from the ship’s hull. It seemed that two children were allowed to be on the gangplank at once: one exiting the ship, and another boarding. You took your place in line, just as two others approached at the same time you did.

One seemed roguish and foreign, with dark, spiked hair atop his head. His pale skin, coupled with the tattoo above his left eye, were certainly oddities in Gleampier. The second of you had long, light red strands of hair tied into a flourishing ponytail that ran down just below her shoulders. She wore a dark dress that faded into pink the farther one was to look down her body. The last of you perhaps fit in the best with the environment, but not by far. He had long strands of black hair and golden, slim eyes. A light blue scarf waved with the oceanic breeze, coming forth from underneath a black overcoat. The three of you certainly drew minor attention from the blonde, bronzed locals. How did you decide who would join in line first?

Pokémon: One (~Looking for one player and a Co-GM!~)

If any of you know any good map-making tools out there, I'm looking for one to create the over world in Huji

Pokémon: One (~Looking for one player and a Co-GM!~)

@Xan the G @Eklispe @BlueSky44

Go ahead and pop all of your sheets into the Characters tab! I will note that two of you have a Poochyena. This is fine, but if you wish to switch to another, non-rare Pokémon, that's fine too. At the moment, I'm not going to ask for a co-GM, but if I become too overwhelmed I will consider it. I'd rather keep the story and mechanics contained to one individual, as that's the easiest way to do it.

Pokémon: One (~Looking for one player and a Co-GM!~)

Redorchard

The Poké Ball containing your Pokémon finished downloading before your very eyes. It sat expectantly on a pocket below the screen, awaiting you. The top, red portion had a green “F” inscribed into it. More blue letters began flaring across the screen.

@Lasrever

No 585 WAFFLES (DEERLING)
SEASON POKéMON
LEVEL: 5
HT 2’ 00”… 1’ 11 ½” (SMALL FLOWER APPENDAGE)
WT 43.0 lbs
SEX: CALCULATING…

NATURE: SERIOUS
INCREASED STAT: -
DECREASED STAT: -
FAVORITE FLAVOR: …SWEET? SWEET. (FLAVOR MOD)
DISLIKED FLAVOR: -

ABILITY: SAP SIPPER (INCREASED ATTACK WHEN HIT BY GRASS-TYPE MOVES. TAKE NO DAMAGE FROM GRASS-TYPE MOVES.)

THE TURNING OF THE SEASONS CHANGES THE COLOR AND SCENT OF THIS POKéMON’S FUR. PEOPLE USE IT TO MARK THE SEASONS.

PLEASE TAKE YOUR POKé BALL. GOOD LUCK!

The computer said.

~You caught Waffles, the Deerling!~

@Rune_Alchemist

No 215 QUILL (SNEASEL)
SHARP CLAW POKéMON
LEVEL: 5
HT 2’ 11”… 3’ 00” (SLIGHT HEIGHT VARIATION)
WT 61.7… 62.0 lbs
SEX: F

NATURE: CALM
INCREASED STAT: SP. DEF
DECREASED STAT: ATK
FAVORITE FLAVOR: BITTER
DISLIKED FLAVOR: SPICY

ABILITY: KEEN EYE (ACCURACY CANNOT BE LOWERED, IGNORES OPPONENT’S EVASION)

A SMART AND SNEAKY POKéMON, IT MAKES ITS OPPONENTS FLINCH BY SUDDENLY SHOWING THE CLAWS HIDDEN IN ITS PAWS.

PLEASE TAKE YOUR POKé BALL. GOOD LUCK!

The computer said.

~You caught Quill, the Sneasel!~

@tex

No 052 KAZ (MEOWTH)
SCRATCH CAT POKéMON
LEVEL: 5
HT 1’ 04”… 1’ 06” (HEIGHT VARIATION)
WT 9.3… 10.8 lbs (WEIGHT VARIATION)
SEX: M

NATURE: ADAMANT
INCREASED STAT: ATK
DECREASED STAT: SP. ATK
FAVORITE FLAVOR: SPICY
DISLIKED FLAVOR: DRY

ABILITY: TECHNICIAN (INCREASES THE POWER OF WEAKER MOVES)

IT IS NOCTURNAL IN NATURE. IF IT SPOTS SOMETHING SHINY, ITS EYES GLITTER BRIGHTLY.

PLEASE TAKE YOUR POKé BALL. GOOD LUCK!

The computer said.

~You caught Kaz, the Meowth!~

--
“Congratulations!” Bruce said, a motivated but exhausted smile directed towards you. He reached into a black satchel hanging from his shoulder and took out 3 Pokédex, one for each of you.

“Point this at any Pokémon, and its information will be downloaded to the database. You can also use it to call anyone you link your Pokédex with. They’ve all been linked to mine, so feel free to call at any time!”

[Acquire: Ficus Pokédex]

Bruce caught his breath, placing a hand on his chest and turning his head to meet new arrivals with a bright smile. He motioned them over towards the terminals. His face returned to you.

“Now, I’m sure all of you are aware of the conditions: catalogue as many Pokémon as possible for Ficus Technologies. You’ll receive a modest sum for each wild species recorded. If you manage to record any wild rare species or anomalies, we’ll send additional money.”

Bruce tapped his chin, looking to the ceiling and muttering to himself. He opened his mouth once again with an extended finger to the sky.

“Oh! And under the terms and conditions, you can’t use technology licensed by other companies. We’ll have to suspend your contract in that case, uh, sorry.” Bruce paused, squinting his eyes and rubbing the back of his head. “Eh-Especially The Dogwood Company! Ficus might kill you if she found that out!” Bruce laughed nervously.

“We’ll send you more technology based on your success down the road, but here’s a Ficus Ball for now."

Bruce handed each of you a normal Poké Ball, with a green F etched into the top portion. “New polyfiber coating! It uh… makes catches a bit easier.” Bruce paused, tapping his fingers together.

[Acquire: Ficus Ball x1]

“Do you have any additional questions?” He said.

~After you ask any and all questions (Feel free to ignore this part until then)~

“G-G-G-G-Goodbye! Good luck! EUGHCAOO”

The doors slid open, and the sun was still warm upon your face. High in the sky, it towered over the lime green leaves surrounding the village. You were on your way! And just in that instance, when you lifted your foot to start heading towards the route…

“Hey!”

A squeaky voice called to you from the left, where the lines weren’t amassing and mucus didn’t fly about the place. You noticed a trio of young trainers in formation. One in the front had shorts (they were comfortable and easy to wear), and a red cap too large for his brow tucked backwards. The two in the back appeared to be campers. They looked very much alike, save for them being a boy and a girl. They had teal outfits and orange scarves that matched, it was kind of cute in a way.

“We want to battle!” the Youngster said.

“Yeah/Yeah!” The two in the back added at identical times.

The Youngster smirked. “That is, if you think you can beat my Rattata.” The Poké Ball in his hands enlarged, and it too had a green F inscribed to it. The Youngster revealed his wolfish smile, and his eyebrows rose simultaneously. “My Rattata is in the top percentage of Rattata,” he said. The Youngster took his thumb and swiped it against the tip of his nose. “Heh, so what do you say? How about a team battle, us three vs. you three?”

Rings of Fate

OH RIGHT, Ainra died. I should probably comment on that.

Pokémon: One (~Looking for one player and a Co-GM!~)

Your name can be Flimflam Zimzam for all I care, if it's what your parents named you I can't object.

@PlatinumSkink

Ah, the miracle of fractions

Rings of Fate

Krunk Fortress, Lobby

_{Won't you take me to...}

Zerraf's arching neck remained still. His face went further into the fist mould. His eyes blinked at a rate that might make one question if he was a statue. Horns was no longer useful to him. Just as Zerraf raised his hand to flick the switch, the whole brigade appeared in a flash of action and rampage. Generals were flying, screaming, hooping, hollering, time, time, energy, sigh. Just as Zerraf's grey eyelids began to close, Horns said the magic word.

FUUNNNNK!

Caught mid-snore, Zerraf shook his head and readjusted to a sitting-up-straight position. His eyes blinked a few times and a yawn was visible on his face, even with the mask. Mellow eyes drooped when they looked over Lord Funk. Then to the impaled Ainra. Then back to Funk. Zerraf's pupils were like waves in a groovy ocean. If his emotions changed, his face didn't show for it.

"Oyo-yo-yo, so you're head honcho," Zerraf said. There was no denying it, Zerraf had discovered the Funk. To his knowledge, nobody was above him. Zerraf wondered how many people had surrendered, how many rolling ball men danced to his will. The wind mage's hair was ruffled as a gust lifted him onto his feet, as a vampire might rise from its coffin. His feet stepped forward heel to toe, the trigger of a flintlock rounding his finger. "One question: Where's my pillo-" the song was paused when Lord Funk skipped a beat. Rare agility was practiced by Zerraf in flicking the pistol into the air and reaching into a bag that was at his waist. He pulled out three gray spheres betwixt the fingers of his left hand and threw them to the ground, creating an aura of smoke before tucking to the right. The battlefield became the inside of a cloud.

Lord Funk would begin to feel pressure on his lower leg, as Zerraf ascended him as a Shadow of the Colossus. Though, in true Zerraf fashion, it was more like Spiderman walking up a skyscraper.

"Hmm. Just one more time: where's my pillow?"

Pokémon: One (~Looking for one player and a Co-GM!~)

@Xan the G @Eklispe @BlueSky44

There is interest there for a third group to set out from Gleampier Port, but I need confirmation from all three of you in order for this to happen. Is this what y'all want?

Also,

@sMoKe

Were you going to finish that application?

Pokémon: One (~Looking for one player and a Co-GM!~)

Nicknames are totally optional, and your Purrloin will love you just as much no matter what its name is. Also feel free to choose whatever nickname you wish if you decide to choose one; there are no "Huji specific" nicknames. Be as creative, nostalgic, or plain as you wish.

And don't worry about the height, it was easy for me to convert

ALSO, feel free to travel in a group or solo. I can GM either or! FOLLOW YOUR DREAMS.