Whimsley

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

Gleampier

@Xan the G@Eklispe @BlueSky44

The epic clash of the Broletariat versus the party had turned into a close battle. Magikarp and Budew were locked in an impromptu wrestling match. Sharp fins and agile scales slashed against the exterior of Budew, as the plant Pokémon attempted to hold off the attack with whatever movement it could muster. The Budew’s form began to glow as the Absorb was charging, ready to be executed on the flailing Magikarp. For every instant and cut and slash the Magikarp managed, the charge became slower and Budew’s focus became more difficult to hold.

Finally, though, at the apotheosis of the battle, flashing green orbs lashed out from the Budew’s form. The hovered as UFOs, sentient in their surrounding nature. They floated above the pair in a circle, Flying, they formed a ring in their trail of speed as they sucked the energy from both Budew and Magikarp. Budew was unable to target just Magikarp, and in a split second decision it had decided to forego accuracy for power. The wrestling match came to a halt as both Pokémon fell limp, spheres of color being the only moving thing left on the battlefield.

~MAGIKARP IS UNABLE TO BATTLE!~

~BUDEW IS UNABLE TO… WAIT!~

The flying orbs began to settle, their levitation failing. They floated down as a single unit, expanding to reach around the Magikarp. All at once, they returned to the form of Budew. A green flash. A beat. Budew’s eyes opened wide. The Pokémon was upon the ground, down but not out.

~HAVOC MATSUDA, ARREN MALLA, AND VUDUIN ALIMORE ARE VICTORIOUS!~

“What!?”

“Ah!”

“No way!”

@Xan the G

~HOUNDOUR HAS GROWN TO LEVEL 7!~

~YOU EARNED 200 P!~

@Eklispe

~BUDEW HAS GROWN TO LEVEL 7!~

~BUDEW LEARNED WATER SPORT!~

~YOU EARNED 200 P!~

@BlueSky44

~POOCHYENA HAS GROWN TO LEVEL 7!~

~POOCHYENA LEARNED SAND ATTACK!~

~YOU EARNED 200 P!~

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

Hey everyone, thanks for waiting on me. I was out in the field (I do research for a university) and I didn't realize there'd be no internet connection, so my apologies. I understand that I'm busy, so I'll be actively seeking a Co-GM at this point. If I cannot find a user unaffiliated with the campaign to take the role, then I will ask within the campaign for help. Thanks again, expect posts to be up within a couple of hours. My word program is acting up and I need to renew the license, I believe.

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

Dewmeadow

@hatakekuro

~ACQUIRED 100 P FOR ENTRY: TAILLOW!~

@Morose

The Pokédex entry sounded like a digitalized, enthusiastic Professor Dogwood. It contrasted your sarcasm more and more with every upbeat word it produced.

~TAILLOW, THE TINY SWALLOW POKéMON. IT HAS A GUTSY SPIRIT THAT MAKES IT BRAVELY TAKE ON TOUGH FOES. IT FLIES IN SEARCH OF WARM CLIMATES.~

~ACQUIRED 100 P FOR ENTRY: TAILLOW!~

Redorchard

@Lasrever

The Pokédex's black background lit up with words of bright blue. They were vocalized by what sounded like Professor Ficus, but in 8-bit fashion. She was much less intimidating when reading off Pokémon descriptions and giving out money.

~IT WALKS IN ZIGZAG FASHION. IT IS GOOD AT FINDING ITEMS IN THE GRASS AND EVEN IN THE GROUND~

~ACQUIRED 100 P FOR ENTRY: ZIGZAGOON!~

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

Posts will be tomorrow. I'm making a short one tonight to address Pokédex scans and other miscellaneous things that might need description.

Rings of Fate

Lord Krunk's Quarters

_{The ol' razzle dazzle}

Zerraf's little feather miraculously weaved its way past all of the falling bricks, still making its way upward to Lord Kunk's hand. His growth only made its mission all the more important. Zerraf's position made it difficult to see anything going on with the battlefield. He didn't see either of his allies. But he didn't have to move, either. It turned out to be a decent situation. He considered taking a nap underneath the cover of ass, but the false lord might take a misstep and that'd just be a bother. The wind mage didn't know what his allies were doing, but he knew his own attack, and that's what he'd support. Zerraf was blind in this situation, but controlling air currents gave rough ideas as to wear tangible objects, and people, were. He'd snap, expanding air roughly on either side of Lord Krunk's head. It was the same tactic he'd employed with Lord Funk. Despite not being as effective, it would likely buy them some time. And with all of this armor, he figured his sword wouldn't do much. Why waste the effort? A nap sounded really nice right about now. Maybe in a minute.

Scattered Shades: Arcadia Chronicles

Plains of Ire

_{Around the Z-ATV}

"Understood, Ma'am."

Jäger was curt, overwhelmed by scenery. His training hadn't prepared him for such a desolate situation. He believed himself capable to stop such a disaster from occurring. It appeared the world and its creatures were much larger than described. More powerful than intended. No words or drawings written on pieces of paper had made him capable. No opponent in Arcadia or Saiga trained him for this. His attention faded to round his shoulder. He surveyed the wreckage, its bloody ends and marred insides. The husk of the titanic creature loomed over them like the hindsight of apocalypse.

"Good work with the lizard, Jager."

Jäger's eye twitched. He grit his teeth. He gripped his fists as his knuckles bled. Though, his fury knew no words. His respect for authority was greater than the scar upon his pride. By just the tiniest, slimmest, fraction of hairs. Hairs floated in gusts of sand and wind. They were ripped from the deceased, flying past a silent monk. He turned quietly from Haley, unable to recognize the comment with anything but hate. A little for her words, but mostly for himself.

The lightning monk would scout the area of wreckage, searching for any signs of life. He kept to himself in his watch, one hand upon the leather tome tied to his belt. If there was any person, whole or dismembered, he would bring them to a row. They would be buried in any case, even if Jäger had to fight ten more of the beasts. Their corpses wouldn't be left to be touched and soiled by the living. As he stepped into the red, red cockpit, he was reminded of the pilot's voice on their journey out. Having a memory that could no longer be revisited was new to Jäger. Did it make him stronger, or did it burden his soul? Right now, it all seemed muddled. Though, so did everything.

Scattered Shades: Arcadia Chronicles

Plains of Ire

_{Around the Z-ATV}

Jäger descended the ladder. His armored greaves hung carelessly, having difficulty grasping the rungs. The lightning mage skipped two, three at a time half for speed and half by accident. It was difficult to focus when his armor hit the sand. Jäger took to sprinting in images of black on the desert. He saw bright stars float by in his visions, but he kept running. Finally, he was able to catch up to Zay but not without immediate incident. The quicksilver mage grasped an arm just as he had caught up to him. The action was so swift, Jäger had no time to react as he was dragged away from his path and into a shield of liquid steel. Jäger took this opportunity to collapse into the dune on bended knee. He punched the sand lightly, armored plate heaving with his expanding lungs. It rained below him, droplets escaping bangs of hair. All was dark in the throes of metal and flesh.

The shield lifted to reveal little. The ATV was gone, not crushed. It appeared Haley was the only immediate survival. Jäger's sunken eyes froze, pale sand, pale iris, pale skin. His shaking hand dragged across his breastplate, starting at the base of the neck. It travelled to his shoulder, then to the hip, to the other side, the other shoulder now, and back to the neck. Finally, the skidding finger made its way to the center of his being before muttering something low.

"I am made humble before the will of Kho. My strength is preserved by grace. Thus, my journey continues."

His neck swiveled. Jäger's face was caked in sand, made adhesive by the gratuitous sweat that covered it. The lightning mage's heart finally began to slow down. He wiped away the grains with his free hand, gauntlet swiping the dirt from his face. Blinking, his pale, blue eyes met Zay's.

"I owe you my life, or your own to defend."

His gauntlet pushed against wet sand. The momentary rest had given him strength to stand and pose with firm posture. His eyes now transfixed upon Haley as he walked, leaving Zay to his own words. He strode to Haley's position and brought a closed fist against his armored chest. His fingers shook, but his salute remained steady.

"What are your orders?"

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

@hatakekuro Anything can be attempted! Whether it succeeds or not is entirely up to Pikmin and how he sees the situation.

@samreaper Any idea where Turbine went? I'd hate to move forward with an odd man party, but I'd less rather make you wait. Hopefully someone fills out that application!

Rings of Fate

Lord Krunk's Quarters

_{The pen is mightier}

Zerraf's rapier shrieked from within Spike before bursting forth from his carcass. The blade flipped as it sailed forth through the air. The wind mage caught it before it collided with the ground, palm open and ready to receive the sword. He sheathed it back into its holster. Zerraf lightly treaded as he turned, seeing the false lord now greater than double his original form in size. He wiped his gloved hand within itself, attempting to erase the smudges of dirt.

"He-eh. When did surrendering become so complicated?" Zerraf muttered.

Zerraf's noted the acrobatic Jenso leaping to a window sill and firing a showy assault on the giant before them. He took this distraction for its opportunity. Continuing to tread lightly, the wind mage reached for his hat. Upon it was a monochromatic feather, white in its sheen and beauty. It had merely flayed to the wind's power until this point. Many would find it aesthetic. Zerraf found it useful. He cupped the delicate feather in his gloved hand and closed it entirely. Bringing it to his masked face, he whispered words unheard into his hand. Upon the opening of his palm, he made a great gesture upward toward Lord Krunk. The feather was deviously dextrous, and stunningly quick. It floated as a leaf may upward, hidden by distraction and minute size, seeking a position between the fat finger of Lord Krunk and the ring upon it.

If successful, the feather would attempt to spin the ring off of the Lord's finger and carry it away.

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

@Eklispe If you look farther back, you'll actually see Arren's Poochyena was the one that tackled Machop, specifically from behind. No worries though, just a miscommunication. Roll with it!