Whimsley

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

I actually didn't notice, @Eklispe could you make a post before I make my official reply? I thought you had reacted to Kristoff but I was mistaken.

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

Gleampier

It was quite a scene in the terminal room.

Researchers on the outside wall of the room abandoned their stations and began to flee with their arms dangling behind their sprinting selves. The glowing buttons of the wall panels displayed beautiful, chromatic patterns. One after another, there seemed to be some sort of code to their synthetic display. The blue glow of the terminals collided with the red of the sirens above. The room became a purple catastrophe. Cries of trainers young and old overpowered the alarm system. The sound of mechanical seats squeaking could be heard as everyone abandoned their places. Letters dashed across screens for nobody to witness. How many trainers had been put on pause? The number was unknown to all. Some of the braver souls rushed to the scene of battle. Poké Balls came soaring in from all directions, the novice cries of Pidgeys, Mankey, Caterpie, and other starter Pokémon blasting the area. A mix of reactions were had upon viewing the Arbok. Some charged forward, others cowered. Most stood their ground, waiting for someone else to make a move.

Holly escorted herself from the group. She literally turned, nonchalantly at that, away from the approaching Arbok. She walked toward the nearest, unoccupied seat (all of them were unoccupied at this point) and ascended to a higher point. Her bare feet sunk into the plastic cushion and bounced lightly into the material. The pen she held danced across the pages on her clipboard. Holly would lower her kaleidoscope glasses, observe a detail in the room, and then return to her meticulous note taking. What was she writing?

To the relief of a room of beating hearts, a Pokémon wreathed in flame put an end to the assaulting, purple cobra. Men in buttoned, white uniform with at least one Poké Ball on their belts soon stormed into the terminal room. They were each armed with fire extinguishers, sprinting valiantly toward the Arbok lit aflame. They shot gusts of repellant in its fleeing direction. Each took their turn, maintaining their distance unless absolutely necessary to approach the Pokémon. The crowd was smitten awe-struck as the Cyndaquil’s trainer came leaping forth, planting his foot into a now unconscious grunt. And in another swift motion, the spooked Arbok had been placed into its Poké Ball. It was no easy feat to accurately return a Pokémon, let alone one that was running at full speed. Immediately, cheers from the crowd came roaring forth as a wave. Intermittent questions and concerns were mixed in with the overwhelming praise.

“Wow! Which Pokémon is that?”

“It must be rare!”

“I’ve never even heard of that Pokémon before!”

“Did you see that flying kick? Awesome!”

“Who’s that trainer?”

“MARRY ME.”

“How can something so cute do so much damage?”

“Good thing that fire didn’t spread anywhere!”

As the barrage of banter continued to emanate from the crowd, it suddenly hit a wall.

CLANG.

The crowd began to simmer down.

CLANG.

With each clash of metal singing, the uproar of the collective trainers began to die down. Something was approaching from the titanium stairs outside the room.

CLANG. CLANG. CLANG.

From the entrance to the terminal room, a hulking individual in open yellow coat appeared on the scene. His thin lips rolled the gnarred wood of a pipe he smoked. A brown, cloth hat beckoned the pipe smoke into its narrow chambers. Rosy cheeks betrayed the distant, pale eyes of an experienced sailor. One who had seen too many oceans below the sunrise. Or perhaps, too few. His white, thick eyebrows were curved ever downward. A steel boot took one of many steps forward.

CLANG.

Professor Palm

“Aye, who’n be t’ swarty individual threat’nin me crew abov’ twenty fathoms of silent sea…”

Holly hopped from her elevated vantage point, her footsteps being the only noise in the room at the moment. She took a position beside the professor, as if she had done this routinely, handing him the clipboard that she had been writing on so vigorously before.

"Details of the incident, written in full."

The captain took his time through each sheet, much unlike Holly. His pale eyes surfed the pages, one often being closed. At times, he placed the board much closer to his face to get a better work. He never once removed the pipe from his mouth, despite the ashes being so close to the flammable page. It was an awkward silence that nobody in the crowd chose to remove.

“Good work, Holly. Y’know where t’ tak’em”

Holly nodded silently, taking the clipboard he offered in one arm. She approached the unconscious grunt in the middle of a ring of people. Squatting low, her hand dug underneath the small of the man’s back. She tossed him onto her unburdened shoulder. Not appearing to be under strain in the slightest, Holly continued to the door at normal pace. Her eyes were transfixed on the clipboard until she approached the first step of the metal stairs to the deck. Her wild lenses returned to face the group of people.

“Please continue with your registration. I will return shortly to address questions.”

And with that, she ascended the stairs, only a faint sound of footsteps being heard as the criminal was carried away. Halted gasps and failures to say anything came unanimously from the watching crowd. Palm, rather than following Holly, instead approached Kristoff, leading a small army of individuals clad in white uniforms be hind him. His raven’s eye returned to face the people, pipe smoke obscuring the brunt of it.

“See ye’ all fer dinner, hmm...”

He waved them off, non-verbally gesturing them to return to their seats after the squabble. It was not so much a gesture of shooing, but a farewell of little effort. Researchers filled the room with technological sound, their stations occupied once again. A confused murmur turned into normal chattering as the crowd dispersed. Squeaks of chairs were heard as trainers continued their quest.

“He’s not as… charming as I thought he’d be.”

“What a stiff.”

“Did you see his leg! Wow!”

“Well, maybe the dinner will go better.”

“Should I really be here?”

“MARRY ME.”

Professor Palm placed a calloused, wrinkled hand on the shoulder of Kristoff. The handle of his pipe skewed to the side as the faintest of smiles crept on his lips. He nodded at the Cyndaquil, rosy dimples forming on his face.

“S’ I’hear yer’ t’ ones who’s savin’ me crew.”

The hand on Kristoff’s shoulder raised and patted the trainer a couple of times, now gripping tighter upon final impact, shaking lightly from front to back.

“Let me honor y’ at the dinner tis evenin'. Nothin’ special, just m’thanks.”

The men behind him seemed to be at ease, but they remained nonetheless. The captain met Kristoff’s eyes in full force, the smoke of his corneas containing a thousand things unseen by any other, less adventurous people. Despite the glare of his eyes, his touch was warm and seemed to comfort you, as the rocking of a ship may lull someone with sea legs to sleep. He remained here, awaiting your reply.

"N' o' course, I can't forget t' ones who'n outed the criminal," Palm said. Sly eyes arced to rest upon Havoc, Arren, and Vuduin. Somehow, you felt as though he could look at the lot of you all at once.

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

Dewmeadow

The lass touched her elbows together and began running in place. She buried her face in palms that faced toward her, muffling a high-pitched squeal. Her pink dress fluttered as she bounced from heel to heel. In crescendo, she unleashed her hands to the air. Though it was daytime, the stars lived in her eyes. Her mouth was wide and her voice was loud.

“Yesyesyesyesyes! Okay, let’s battle! Come on Fluffy!”

“Mareep!”

The boy with the butterfly net on his back sprinted to the lass’ side. The wooden handle rattled in place as his shoulders alternatively stretched backward in pace. Once he planted his sandals in the grass, he stretched his arm outward, pointing toward Purrloin. Caterpie inched up the boy’s leg, slowly but surely. The bug Pokémon made its way up to the tip of his finger in a spiral movement pattern. It stretched up to its maximum height, wiggling its suction-cup feet in the air. Its large eyes met the sky and unleashed a yell.

“Piiiiieeeeee!”

“Only if you win, Wiggler!”

The girl in the black and white uniform ran up to the other side of the lass, across from Espurr. Her body rotated from side to side. One leg was bent, shoe twirling into the grass. Her hair was much like Mara’s, bangs swinging with the motion of her body. She smiled behind a hand placed in front of her face. Oddish popped up from behind the trio, running between everyone’s shoes before coming to a stoic standstill in front of the Jr. trainer. Its eyes narrowed and sized the Espurr up. Its mouth was flat, expressionless.

“ODD.”

The oddish spoke in a disturbingly low voice, as if something was caught in its throat. The girl giggled, but didn’t say anything beyond that.

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~LASS PATRICIA, BUG CATCHER WADE, AND JR. TRAINER JANE WANT TO BATTLE!~

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@hatakekuro

The lass in pink dress stood across from you. She hunkered down, resting her chin on two folded hands. She locked eyes with the unusually stone-faced Yanma. She hummed, tone swinging in pitch. Her head began to serpentine upward. Chin still resting upon her hands, she stood on her tiptoes at the highest frequency, before smiling and pointing a finger upward.

“Oh I know! Fluffy let’s cheer Yanma up! Give her a hug!”

Mareep bleated in her young, undeveloped voice. The sheep known as Fluffy did its best to stand on its hind legs. Using its wobbly tail to balance, Fluffy began to waddle its way toward Yanma. The wool Pokémon waivered side to side, but managed to remain standing. Its wool was so abundant, the swirl on her head occasionally covered her eyes, only revealing the open smile of the Pokémon as it approached.

@PlatinumSkink

The Caterpie finished its war cry, beginning the arduous journey of climbing down the bug catcher’s body. As he did this, the trainer had diverted his attention to the horizon behind Rowan. His head balanced on his knuckles. Wade’s other hand scratched his temple, unsetting the brim of his straw hat.

“You know, I’ve been pondering lately…”

The trainer was removed from his trance. His tongue slid out of his mouth, stretching upward in some sort of effort. His eyes squinted as he fiddled with the pockets of his shorts. There were so many, you could only guess how many bug-related items the boy carried with him.

“How much longer will I be wearing shorts?”

Pausing for a moment in contemplation, Wade returned his attention to the battle in front of him. The Caterpie had finally made its way down the towering trainer, sliding between the relatively tall blades of grass. It reared up once more, to gain a view of where the Purrloin was located.

“Okay Wiggler! Use String Shot!”

A white resin began to collect at the Caterpie’s mouth. It appeared, though, that Purrloin had the initiative.

@Morose

The Oddish immediately planted itself as the battle was declared. Its eyes remained locked with Kira, as they had been since he ran in front of Jane. You couldn’t see his feet, had he put himself in the ground?

“ODD.”

The Jr. trainer remained silent. Instead of speaking, she too lowered herself. She sat on the grass with her legs tucked underneath her body. She placed her hands on her knees and closer her eyes. Her head seemed to sway with the direction of the wind, as did the leaves on top of the Oddish’s head. A sweet scent began to fill the air around you, like the first honeysuckle of Spring.

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

@hatakekuro Why

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

@PlatinumSkink I appreciate the effort, there'll be a post waiting for you when you wake up!

@hatakekuro I for one welcome our new rodent overlord

@Zardoric I'll keep that in mind if the situation arises, though I will lean towards a user who's not already involved with the RP. I'm also asking A LOT from this co-GM, so it's not to be taken lightly.

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

@PlatinumSkink Totally missed your question. Yes, you should reply to the trainers challenging you. I'll be posting tonight if you can get one up by then.

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

@Rune_Alchemist He would definitely call you every chance he got... if you had linked your Pokédex with his. Only way to call someone, and he can't exactly force you to do it. But he'll find his ways to remind you about his grade-A Rattata.

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

@Rune_Alchemist Uh oh, you just got on Youngster Joey's bad side... (lol)

Yeah that's fine. I can already think of some uses you might have for it, get creative!

@Sketcher Also, make sure it's something that can evolve and grow with you as time passes!

There is a theoretical fourth group that can set out which is why I still have Apply up, but I don't have enough interest yet to make a party. There was one other but I'm not sure about my other player, but I can PM them if another person shows up. There's three to a party, and for four groups I'd need a co-GM. A couple of players here have already volunteered to co-GM, but I would need to ask once again as it's been some time.

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

So, quick update on that map I promised way too long ago, the prototype is currently finished but I'm going to make it look presentable before I post it anywhere. There are currently 52 routes, 24 islands, 3 lakes, four cave systems, and a host of other points of interest and other unmarked features which hold rare and powerful items, moves, and Pokémon. When I post it, I encourage feedback as to what you do and don't like about it! This definitely isn't a final version, but I'm trying to get something for you all to be less lost with here in Huji.

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

Good to hear! Thanks for posting, @SleepingSilence should be working on his reply as we speak. We now have the entire Gleampier party once again! *Fireworks*