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Great - I'll change to that asap.
Putting my character back up - I'm guessing I need to change the job? How would 'Spy' work in the flow of the RP? Is there space for an reconnaissance unit in this RP? I was thinking someone who uses his pokemon to infiltrate bases and environments for missions when covert strategy is needed over brute strength.
@Xan the G Well fair warning the RP is currently full. I have been debating letting a fifth person in in which case you'd be competing with sMoKe. I'm also posting the OOC today, so you'll be joining in later if I do decide to include you. Basically I'd recommend that Marcus is already on philitri and that he's been there a while so then we can have a nice continuity. I already have a backup plan if I let sMoKe in late, but for your character being on Philitri seems like the best option.

As for my current review of your work heres what I got:

stun rod (induces temporary paralysis on a pokemon)Pokegear. Neither of these devices would exist. Electricity is not common place and requires massive power plants or directly hooking up the device to an electric pokemon for the duration of its use as there is no chargeable battery. A pokegear is FAR too advanced for the 1830-60s anyway.

the trade is very interesting though I'm somewhat confused by it. basically from what I'm reading Marcus is like the crocodile hunter of pokemon literally running in and messing around with them, but then actually catching them. I think you'll end up butting heads or at least rivaling Robin the resident primordial pokemon ranger.

Also points for the zubat sprite yours or not points..


Marcus's trade is about surviving wild pokemon. Catching them 1v1 is on thing - surviving a herd of Charizards at their nest at the base of a volcanic mount is another. Marcus is good for the second.
the hider tags don't work for me and I don't know why.
WIP - almost finished

Hiryu spent an abnormally long amount of time in the shower. His fingertips and toes had long since pruned over. It was a deliberately dawdle. Hiryu was aware of the woman waiting for him the moment he resurfaced out in the guild lobby. He presumed that by sitting in the shower for long enough with all the commotion and people, Feon would one way or another get swept up into something else and Hiryu would be able to avoid her for another day. Unfortunately for him, when Hiryu stepped back into the outside world, while there was considerable less bodies in the guild, Feon was still there amongst the numbers, assisting someone who apparently fainted. Hiryu dipped his head slightly and sighed, which in itself teased up a cold sneeze, a result of his extended stay in the shower.

Hiryu tried to slink on by Feon as best he could, pick up the mission slip and just go while she was playing good samaritan.
Gods, S-class mages, half demons, super forgotten magics: If this RP ever comes back down to earth, let me know...
As Hiryu was weaving his way through the collecting bodies, he was apprehended of-sorts by Feon. He could tell if she was being serious or not. Hiryu was fairly guarded about himself, even if he was a reasonable, patient person to be around. Feon's interactions, as few as they had been currently, always felt like they were probing at Hiryu, putting him on the spot. He felt as if he was only given the choice to completely brush her off with the cold shoulder or to embrace her with open arms, and Hiryu didn't really want to do either. He looked away when her rear end began to move.

"Er - yeah that sounds like a good place to start," replied Hiryu, tried to be particular about not mentioning Feon specifically, whether positive or negative. "But I just had a run. I'll take a shower first and er, I guess we can head out to meet the merchant." he replied, before moving on to the showers. He imagined he could leave freely as Feon was not so bold as to follow him into the shower. The former nomad put a little hustle in his step as he moved for the bathroom, breathing out a sigh of relief. He hated talking to girls his own age. He felt like he was always being judged and consistently getting graded an F. He could never understand how some guys could do it... or accept it.
Hiryu was just slowing to a halt from his morning run through the city, with his backpack. His heart was still racing although his body was stopped. He was heaving, with sweat trickling from his brow, but he faced the sky with closed eyes, basking in the early morning rays of the sun, the new wind of the day and the tingling sensation in his abdomen and legs from his work out. It was a euphoric pain to him, a pain that signalled to him that he was awake, that he was alive. He stood there basking in the moment until he regained control of his respiration. He pulled up the hood of his jogging suit and folded his hands into the front pocket flap and walked the rest of the way to the guild hall. As he walked through town, Hiryu found himself so incredibly aware of how familiar the morning sights were. He was suffering from the symptoms of routine. As a gypsy-born traveller, he wasn't used to constantly operating matching days in the same location for an extended time. Now being a part of the guild, his initial wanderer lifestyle was quelled. By this time, it didn't matter which path Hiryu took to the guild, he could find his way to it by routine with his eyes closed most likely.

Hiryu pushed firmly against the double wooden doors and upon seeing nothing out of the ordinary (by guild standards, not absolute standards, mind you...). Once inside, Hiryu didn't motion to anyone in particular, shuffling through the foyer and bar to reach the stairs. He had a backpack on, in which he held a change of clothes and bathing materials. Hiryu would typically start days this way, finishing his jog at the guild and change ready for work here rather than at home. Through the corner of his eye, though, he noted that parchments and papers masked the dark brown face of the mission board.

The guild finally had missions!
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