Whimsley

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

Argentglade post is up. I'll be posting for Gleampier sometime tomorrow, likely in the afternoon or depending on when I can get a break to eat.

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

Argentglade

@samreaper

Even past his facemask, Derrik could tell the furcoat was flabbergasted at the notion that he should just watch a random gentleman’s bag. Bursts of cool mist erupted from the furcoat’s mouth. Despite the warm nature of the Argentglade folk, the furcoats were often curt and did not offer help unless it benefitted them. It was an unfortunate circumstance of doing anything in the name of science. To be famous was often to be ruthless. They were here to investigate the unorthodox climate of the town. So far, this particular researcher’s team had yielded higher precipitation levels in February at specific coordinates to the North-North-West of town! Why, he was a high ranking researcher on the matter! Why should he have to watch the bag? The heavy sack collided with the ground. Some snow covered the researcher’s boots from the impact. Fuming, he went to tap Derrik on the shoulder, but the foreigner was well on his way. In retaliation, the scientist scattered some snow onto Derrik’s pack with a sliding shift of his boot.

You approached the steel door with the intent to find some weaknesses. A tap here, a knock there, each produced an echo like the other. From what you could tell in your knowledge of metallurgy and door crafting, this door was solid. Too solid, perhaps. You figured an explosion might not even budge the think. The lab, in itself, was a formidable bunker. It had a minimum amount of windows, and you figured they were thick and made of some reinforced material. The white concrete surrounding the steel door blended in with the wintry mix, and was likely as strong as the door, if not stronger. It was sealed tight, you were sure of it.

“Alright, enough tapping! More bashing!” A furcoat yelled.

@Turbine

“Are you sure about that crowbar?” One of the residents said. He was in surprisingly skimpy clothing for the climate, just a white wife beater and blue-green shorts that almost looked like boxers. With his frazzled grey hair, it almost looked like he had just chosen to roll from his bed to the lab this morning.

“Why, if I just had some sort of tool, I’d get it open in no time!”

You ignored the strange man’s affirmations of his strength for the moment. Instead, you chose to approach the situation at the front of the crowd. The burliest of the researchers were stretching their arms and winding their shoulders. They were gearing up to take on the mightiest obstacle of all: a door. After some deliberation, it was the most logical consensus, after all. Nobody could argue with numbers.

Your exclamation to the gathering of people held a mix of reactions. Nearly all of the young trainers-to-be gasped in reaction to not getting a Pokémon. Without question, the backed away from the door and began acting their best behavior. Some even crowded the researchers preparing to knock down the door, pulling on their arctic gear and pleading them to stop. The older trainers not from around here raised their eyebrows, wondering who this skinny guy was fuming the place up with cologne and ordering them around. Those from Argentglade respected Garret’s imposing request; finally, someone might knock some sense into the furcoats. Well, or try to.

Most of the furcoats just laughed, chuckled, and chortled.

“Ha-ah ha! Move out of the way little boy!”

“Ohhh nooo! Not my precious Pokémon!”

“And how do you know about Evergreen’s location? Do you have proof of her exact GPS coordinates?”

They waved him off, not believing his story. Evergreen had to be in the building, it was the annual day of research training, of course! And, to your possible surprise, the row of windows at the top of the laboratory actually illuminated. The crowd cheered in anticipation. Most of the furcoats grumbled of inefficiency and cold winds. Others grabbed the bridges of their noses and told them to stop complaining. The worst furcoats were the loudest, and most vocal.

@Turbine@samreaper

A series of shifts and clicks could be heard from inside. Metal bars and bolts unwound in a metallic puzzle for detach the seemingly infinite locks from their holding place. Finally, and after a red aura beamed around the doorframe, the steel door swung inward to reveal the laboratory.

A luke-warm breeze unruffled your hair as you stood in front of the doorway. Somehow, a constant temperature of wind invited you into the building. Before you was a lady, and incredibly young at that. You wouldn’t be surprised if the two of you were the same age. She had sky blue hair that cascaded as water onto her shoulders. She wore a black vest overtop a standard white dress shirt. Around her neck was a ribbon red ascot, tied with an intricate knot. Her curious eyes were just a shade darker than her hair, like an icicle crashing onto a frozen lake. She sat in a futuristic-looking wheel chair, with handles, switches, and bars littering the exterior. The chair adjusted itself to face directly towards you.

Professor Evergreen

Professor Evergreen frowned with her teeth showing, as if she were taking in a deep breath of air. Her eyebrows slanted upward and her oval pupils dilated.

“Sorry! Sorrysorrysorrysorrysorry…”

You swore she said it fifty times before she chose to stop, heaving in a deep revival of breath.

“I was caught up in my research, the night just flew by, I was just on the verge, I almost…”

She was distraught for words. A furcoat with his hood down chose to speak up neck, thick brown mustache dancing as he spoke.

“You insignificant, incompetent girl! How could you have not noticed we were out here? We’re freezing!”

Evergreen’s face turned instantly from worry to scorn. Her eyebrows screeched downward in rival speed of a diving Pidgeot. And just as quickly, they soared to their normal position. The furcoat had struck a chord, but it appeared Evergreen had the last laugh. She recognized the particular researcher by the color of his tan coat and blue facemask. Her elbow planted into the arm of her wheelchair and her cheek rested softly onto a closed fist.

“How could you have not noticed your doctoral thesis is statistically insignificant?” she retorted. You swore lightning could have struck her eye from the glint it produced.

“M-…wha-“ the furcoat fell backward, and two compatriots caught him before he slammed into the snow. They fanned him with thick, woolen gloves. They assured him they’d run the numbers right and muttered that they would triple-check the data. Somehow, you felt you just witnessed the death of an academic career.

Satisfied, her smirked turned into a smile as her icicle eyes approached your own.

“Again, I am deeply sorry. I promise I am a capable employer. Would you please come in?”

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

Feel better!

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

Dewmeadow

@Morose@hatakekuro@PlatinumSkink

The congregate mass of Pokémon and plant life was ever growing, raging through the battlefield. The Frankenstein ball was nearly eight feet in diameter now. It only increased in speed as it picked up dew, web, grass, flowers, the wind, and unfortunate Pokémon caught in the way. Purrloin swiped and clawed as she may, but the movement of the ball was too disorienting. She couldn’t even tell herself from the mass anymore, and likely hurt herself in the process.

Scratch is confused?

The monstrous rollout made its way toward the other Pokémon, now capable of swallowing entire trainers into its nature’s gullet. Jane, as if on a whim, opened her eyes wide. She silently jumped to her feet and recalled Oddish, who had leapt to his feet much the same. The Jr. Trainer scattered for her well being so as to avoid being eaten. Her black, polished shoes picked up dirt and grass stains as she hustled across the ridge of a steep hill beside her. One the ball was headed towards.

Given Mara’s quick command, Espurr was able to evade the Indiana Jones ripoff, but Yanma was less fortunate. Throwing its entire might at the ball, the ball accepted its offering and absorbed it into the continuum. Word of the great ball of Dewmeadow might spread as a folktale, told around campfires for years to come. They’d say it was twenty feet tall and ate ten Pokémon before it was stopped. Some might believe it. Some would wave it off as exaggeration for effect. Most though, most were there that day. They’d silently nod in rhythm with crackling fire and quiet cricket.

With Purrloin, Yanma, and Mareep in tow, the ball took to the hill and gained even more speed. Gravity took over as the ball moved so fast, all of its contents became indistinguishable in a blob of green and brown color. The Lass hoofed behind it, not nearly as quick as the monster. Though, she too risked becoming the same if she were to trip in this mess of String Shot, plants, and dirt.

“Waaaade! This is all your fault!”

Wade hadn’t heard, as he was checking the many pockets on his shorts for whatever reason.

An unstoppable force is only challenged by an immovable object. A large oak had stood valiant in the village for as long as you could remember. Its massive trunk and wild branches were so thick, some believed it were the combination of many trees that forged together by some sort of miracle of nature. And it stood at the bottom of battle’s hill, and it alone could stop the ball before it wreaked havoc on the town. A sound akin to an explosion of grass resonated through the meadow. Grass, dirt, and Pokémon alike were scattered about the painted wood of the oak. The Pokémon were all in strange and contorted positions, with swirling pupils, indicating they had fainted. Whether it was the ride down or the final impact, you couldn’t tell.

~MAREEP IS UNABLE TO BATTLE!~

~YANMA IS UNABLE TO BATTLE!~

~PURRLOIN IS UNABLE TO BATTLE!~

Despite the double knockout, Kira had managed to dodge the unorthodox attack, and all Pokémon on the other team had fainted. Therefore, the victory went to Dogwood’s trio!

~ROWAN, MARA, AND SUZUKI ARE VICTORIOUS!~

@hatakekuro

~YOU EARNED 200 P!~

~LULU GREW TO LEVEL 7!~

~LULU LEARNED QUICK ATTACK!~

@PlatinumSkink

~YOU EARNED 200 P!~

~PURRLOIN GREW TO LEVEL 7!~

~PURRLOIN LEARNED ASSIST!~

@Morose

~YOU EARNED 200 P!~

~KIRA GREW TO LEVEL 7!~

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

Nice post time Dewmeadow! I'll have your response when I wake up tomorrow, need to get some sleep at the moment.

I apologize to Redorchard for the late post, it won't happen again.

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

Redorchard

(Consider yourself present for all events that are occurring. Commenting on events other than your own is completely optional, but feel free to collaborate and interact.)

@Rune_Alchemist

You set out onto the dirt road with your companions, ignoring the trainers and their efforts for the moment. Your mind was set on expanding your team, and only a rare Pokémon would do. The Xatu that were mentioned would be an excellent, exotic addition to your roster. You noted plenty of Rattata and Caterpie being battled, most not standing a chance against a trainer’s Pokémon. Red beams from empty Poké Balls buzzed constantly, and cheers from the younger kids were a constant. You took steps forward, and these sounds became quieter, less noticeable, more so background noise to your goals.

As you advanced farther from your home, you noted there were fewer trainers about. Most that you saw were travelling in groups, and of all age groups, though most were just kids. They came from all over Huji to become trainers, strapped backs filled with necessities and trinkets from all over the region. Traffic into the town had dwindled to the occasional passerby, as the sun began to fade from the apex of the bright blue sky.

Your eyes were sharp, and Sneasel’s were sharper. Deep into your travels on the route, where the road became less established and the trees grew closer together, your eye was caught. Three marks on a tree, parallel to each other. You knew there were other Pokémon that could’ve made this etching, but this might be your best chance at the moment.

Following your Sneasel and gut instinct, you discovered a disorganized but readable trail through the tree trunks. A scratch here, a mark there, you were being led in a certain direction where woods grew thicker and flowers bloomed incessantly. The dirt road had been forgotten here. Surely, this was wild. In viridian orchard you stumbled forward into a line of trees. And past them, an open glade. Tufts of dandelion and orchid bloomed from random spots. Open sky revealed cotton clouds and beams of the afternoon sun, gleaming as heaven onto the enlightened area.

And yet there were no Xatu. You were sure you’d followed the trail correctly, so what was the explanation? From the opposite side of the field, a younger trainer sprinted into action. He was chasing a Wurmple, the rambunctious specimen just evading his hands. There was a Poké Ball attached to the boy’s belt, but he didn’t seem keen on using it anytime soon. Between the trees on the opposite side of the glade, you could see the dirt path of Route 1 laying triumphantly. You'd gone in a giant circle. The words of Ficus’ assistant replayed in your head:

“Here’s the catch: Xatu have too strong of foresight to be caught by another trainer. They can predict where a trainer will be standing hours before. So they have to come to you. But with all of these people on the route, there’s no way they’ll be drawn out.”

And a question kept pestering you. Was the trail a hint, or a red herring? Was it some other species of Pokémon? And what kind of Pokémon leaves a trail anyway?

@Lasrever

You set out onto the dirt road with your companions, ignoring the trainers and their efforts for the moment. Your mind was set on expanding your team, or at least gaining some minor battle experience by battling a wild Pokémon. And from the looks of it, there were plenty to go around. You noted plenty of Rattata and Caterpie being battled, most not standing a chance against a trainer’s Pokémon. Red beams from empty Poké Balls buzzed constantly, and cheers from the younger kids were a constant. You took steps forward, and these sounds became quieter, less noticeable, more so background noise to your goals.

As you advanced farther from your home, you noted there were fewer trainers about. Most that you saw were travelling in groups, and of all age groups, though most were just kids. They came from all over Huji to become trainers, strapped backs filled with necessities and trinkets from all over the region. Traffic into the town had dwindled to the occasional passerby, as the sun began to fade from the apex of the bright blue sky.

Upon a curve in the dirt road, mixed with stone, tall grass lined the edges of your path. Even the most novice of trainers were aware that tall grass carried an abundance of Pokémon. You found that this was your best chance to catch a Pokémon on the route, where trainers weren’t too common and plantlife thrived. Before you could enter the tall grass, though, you noticed a rustling at the edge of the blades. A small bird hopped from the maze of grass, looking directly downward at the dirt road.

“Pidg. Pidgey!”

The Pidgey was a bit smaller than normal Pidgey, but it made up for it in attitude. It began to stomp its talons and flap its wings to create a miniature dust storm in front of it. Small insects and critters began to creep from the ground, skittering from their holes and dashing for the sides of the road. The Pidgey was quick to hop after them, capturing the delicious morsels in its beak. Currently, the Pidgey’s back was to you, and wasn’t made aware of your approach.

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

I will have Redorchard's post done tonight, and any other group if each player has responded.

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

@Turbine I like him! He's a new type of personality, and I especially like how his favorite Pokémon is considered one of the most beautiful. His answers to the question are unique and match his and his Vulpix's personality. Vulpix might not be too much of a fan of Argentglade, but oh well, you'll leave soon enough. Accepted! Pop him over into the Characters tab, and feel free to respond to the initial post.

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

@tex Could you get a post in by tomorrow afternoon? I know you've had work but I really need to get things rolling for Rune and Las.

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

Dewmeadow

@Morose

Kira bit into the ripe berry, the thin membrane breaking and the juices exploding. The berry was a mix of every flavor: spicy, dry, sweet, bitter, and sour. It’d be unlike any flavor the Espurr had tasted before. The energy and flavors contained in the Oran berry would heal minor cuts and bruises on her body.

~KIRA’S HP WAS RESTORED SLIGHTLY!~

The Espurr, revitalized, swung at the ungrounded Oddish and made direct contact with its white gleam of claws. The Oddish appeared to be anticipating the attack, but was just too slow to dodge the Espurr’s assault. Whether it was the fact that Espurr had just eaten the berry or Oddish had been taken out of the ground, the plant Pokémon was sent rolling once again in response to an attack. This time, though, it failed to stand back up. Swirling, unfocused eyes suggested it had fainted. Janne, the Pokémon’s trainer, soon followed suit in falling backwards with her arms spread out.

Thud.

~ODDISH IS UNABLE TO BATTLE!~

@hatakekuro@Morose

With Oddish down, that only left one Pokémon. Yanma was having difficulty moving, an electrical current contuining to shock its body. Espurr appeared ready to fight, the berry having revived her strength. And Purrloin…

…

Where was Purrloin? And what was that rumbling sound getting closer?

@PlatinumSkink

Patricia continued to pout, now kicking the thick webbing on the ground and attempting to scrape the sticky stuff from her new shoes. When those efforts failed, she reverted to general huffs, puffs, and glares in the direction of Wade. Wade was much too distracted in tending to his Poké Ball to notice. The lass’ significant distractions were soon interrupted by something much more important.

“A kitty!”

The lass pressed her face together with closed hands, making a high-pitched sound that was more akin to a dog whistle. Her sparkling eyes watched the Purrloin bounce wistfully between the empty spaces of grass, where webbing had failed to cover. Her tiny feet stomped in place, ruffling the grass she stood on.

“Fluffy! Go catch the kitty!”

Mareep was still on its side, tongue sticking out and watching the scenery passively. A huge slick of wool bursted from its side, where Lulu had escaped its hairy emprisonment. The sheep Pokémon wobbled to its feet, and began hopping towards Purrloin. So careless were its movements, though, that it began to accumulate Caterpie’s String Shot at a rapid rate. Soon, Fluffy was an unperceivable blob of wool, web, and klutzy Mareep. It was impossible to tell one part from the other. And like any ball, once it started rolling, it gained momentum. So much so, that Fluffy lost traction as the mass collided with the distracted Purrloin. With more mass, the two continued to gain speed, heading directly towards the remaining Pokémon.

Fluffy used Rollout?