Colors, metals, and gems, oh my! [Game][RP] (locked)

[You should link the two threads via their OPs]

[Also y u no reserve]

[Because I was tired and lazy and didn’t know anything to reserve with. Partly because I was tired and lazy.]
[And ok. I’ll edit the reserve with my character(s) starting his/their adventure.]

[So when do we start?]

[Whenever you want.]

You won’t be making an official opening post or anything?

[I cna’t really think of anything. I’ve been really busy lately, and haven’t been getting enough sleep. Which sort of slows down any creativity that might be floating in my brain. I did have a nice post detailing the start of my character’s/s’ adventure, but I forgot it.]

Originally posted by dreamsdragon1998:

[I cna’t really think of anything. I’ve been really busy lately, and haven’t been getting enough sleep. Which sort of slows down any creativity that might be floating in my brain. I did have a nice post detailing the start of my character’s/s’ adventure, but I forgot it.]

[I fot a Wurmple]

[Well, the problem you all are seeing is that you’re expecting some event to unite us. Just go start your adventures separately, run into each other, form small groups, go to towns, fight wild pokemon. This doesn’t look like a RP where dreams is going to parse for us, so we need to parse ourselves.]
[Actions will be edited in, or more likely reposted with this post removed so as not to double post.]

[Well let’s just begin then.]
Joshua
I stuff my hands into the pockets of my black hoodie and turn to face my mother. “Mom. I think I’m going to have to go,” I say. “I, um, Jessica. She told me Jonathan thinks we should go. On our journey. I really think they’re ready,” I tell her. “Okay,” she says. “I’ll let you go. On one condition. You go with Soren,” she says. “Mom, you know Soren’s dad is like, Team Aqua’s leader or something,” “Yes, and that’s why you’ll be safe with him. Team aqua only carry two pokémon, Carvahna and Poocheyena, and both are part dark-type. That’ll cover for Jessica and Jonathan’s shared weakness,” I sigh. “Fine, mom. But if he doesn’t want to travel with me, I reserve full right to walk away on my own,” I say as I walk out the door. “No, you don’t,” she replies. “You will make him come with you,” she says, turning away to a cup of coffee sitting on the table. I slam the door behind me.

I knock on Soren’s door. When there is no response, I knock louder. I then wait for one of his family member’s to come to the door. What if he already left? Jessica asks. Y-yeah. H-h-how do you know he’s still here? Jonathan asks timidly. “Because he always pretends to ignore me. It never works, but he always tries just to piss me off,” I say. “YO, ASSHAT! GET OUT HERE!” I shout at the door. [Plain italicized text is Jessica. Bold+italicized is Jonathan. The current time is 11:28 a.m.]

[I’m going to reference directly where I am, so there’s no confusion.]
[I feel like I should clarify that when I said Tom is a competent swimmer, I intend to have him be able to swim about 20 squares without need of a pokemon. Enough that he can cross rivers and ponds with extreme ease, not enough to swim out to ocean and arrive in Mossdeep.]
[Italicized Quotes are speech other than Tom. Underlined text is current location.]
Tom Vern
Slateport City, The Vern House
I toss my backpack on and sigh. “Yes, Mom, I’m sure I’ve got everything. Besides, I’m heading to Mauville and can pick up anything I need there.”
She frowns. This is the first time any of us will be farther than a shout.
“And there’s no convincing you to stay here?”
I smile. “Nope.” This doesn’t seem to reassure her much.
“Alright. Just…be safe. And call when you get to Mauville.”
I pull her in for a hug. “And every phone I find beyond it.”
With that, I wave a final goodbye to the family, walk out of the house, and out of Slateport.
Route 110, South End

[… oh, this shall be entertaining. xD]

Soren Taebur IV

Darkness was not a necessity, but it was a comfort not to have to squint to make out fine details. So it was that Soren could be found at half an hour before midday, his curtains drawn tightly and his dim lamp giving off less light than anyone with unimpaired vision would find comfortable, poring over a textbook-sized volume titled Vom Kriege.

It was difficult for him to read foreign languages under any significant light; the blurred words no longer made sense, the letters refused to be strung together in any order but that dictated by plain English. But in the murky blackness of a virtually unlit room, comfortable in the same thick pajama pants that he had found himself wearing when he had gotten out of bed at six in the afternoon the previous day, the German text arranged itself sensibly, changing from an indecipherable wall hieroglyphs to an easy narrative. It had been a quiet day so far; a few hours before, his father had checked to ensure that his only son was still alive, but otherwise there had been no disturbances.

Until someone began knocking on the door.

That incessant pounding, the beating of one small fist against the thick wood slab built to withstand siege engines and unhappy tax collectors alike, it was unavoidable. It couldn’t be hidden from with a well-placed curtain, and it certainly couldn’t be responded to. That would only necessitate interaction with some unwanted visitor, no doubt a child by the name of Joshua Johnson.

Why the Johnsons considered the Taeburs trustworthy was anyone’s guess. After all, for years the Taebur legacy had been living in an ominous fortress of a house, considered medieval in style because of the simple fact that it had been built in the Middle Ages, their sole activities being to interfere in the affairs of the people of Lilycove for their own benefits. Hell, before they started their long history of self-beneficial association with the Lilycove government and occasional corporate crime, they had been vehement enemies of anyone who didn’t pay tribute to the rampant hordes of Taebur ancestors roving the coast.

But those pleasant times were long past, it seemed. Joshua wasn’t giving up. All that Soren’s attempts to hide seemed to invoke were shouts of “asshat” and such insults. With a sigh, the golden-haired boy stood and stretched, pulling on a plain brown t-shirt (as all of his shirts were, since having any color variation would only serve to make him seem an idiot in public) and emerging from his dark bedroom into the bright main hall.

The transition wasn’t particularly painful, but it was unpleasant. It was almost time for Soren to take his daily nap. Insomnia played havoc on his schedule, but color-blindness and ancestrally-encouraged seclusion meant his schedule was fairly open anyways.

“What is it, Joshua?” Soren said, rubbing his eyes as he pulled open the massive door to the main hall, his Pokemon gazing out at the boy who had disturbed their master’s isolation with such impunity.

Joshua
Jonathan jumps and hides behind me O-okay he’s here, can we just go now? he asks. “Shut up Jonathan, this is neccesary,” I whisper to him. I agree. If we want to ever become powerful enough, we need to get out of here and start battling gyms. “Apparantly my mom thinks you’re even the slightest bit trustworthy, so she says I have to get you to come with me if I want to go on my journey. I really don’t want to have to deal with you but if I go on my on Mom’ll find out and _{she kind of scares me}. So please? Will you just come with me so I can get all the gym badges and become the master?” I d-d-dunno about this, Joshua. Maybe we can leave later, after S-s-soren leaves “Stop being a wuss, Jonny,” Oh hey there’s a marill over there! Hi! Jessica waves excitedly at the Marill.

Brandi Maddor

With a small wave to her sisters, Tate and Liza, who are back on shore, Brandi turned and walked down the stairs to the lower level on the small charter boat. Each step creaked more than the last, causing Brandi to wonder about the structural integrity of the ship. Her worries were put to rest as she entered the room at the bottom and sat down on the small mattress, a cushioned bed a couple feet high with a flower pattern on the sheets.

Shaking her head at the lotus flower comforter, along with the wallpaper decor of hex symbols and odd psychic colors of green and purple, Brandi fell over, wondering what her sisters were thinking. She knew that they privately chartered this boat to take her to Lilycove, along with paying extra for the special designing, but it seemed they worried about her a bit too much. Honestly; they paid over 1,000 Poke’ Dollars for the boat and all, but they seemed to miss the most important aspect of the trip in Brandi’s mind; the boat captain. He hadn’t said one word while waiting for Brandi on shore, and with stubble covering his face, Brandi wanted to be rid of him as soon as possible.

Brandi took her Pokeballs out from her backpack, a small black bag, also holding her Potion, as well as her Awakening, given to her sisters who warned her about the dangers of status effects. She could practically her them now, ranting about how you may have powerful pokemon and a great strategy, but one Toxic or a lucky Ember is all it takes to ruin your day, as well as ruin your wallet.

She took out some odd lettered stickers and placed them on each respective Pokeball, Ab, Na, and Sp, all identifying which Pokemon was in which ball. If she wanted, she could easily remember, but she’d rather not take the chance. Oddly though, as she had just sent out her Natu, as well as put the others away, the captain came down with something behind his back. Her eyes wide, Brandi quickly called out both Teleport and Peck to her Natu, who appeared next to the captain, then smashing its beak down on his temple. He only muttered a low, “Ow,” before his eyes rolled back and he fell to the floor. Staring at the limp body, Brandi saw his hand roll out with a envelope in it. She pryed it from his hand, and opened it.

“Dear sister, enclosed in this letter is 750 Poke Dollars along with a Rare Candy. We hope that this will be enough to get you in some good battles, along with keeping your pokemon strong and healthy. This is our parting gift from us to you, and we hope we’ll see you soon, preferably after you’ve acquired six other badges. Love, – Tate and Liza.”

A facepalm was in order, so decided by Brandi, and it occured. She took a last look at the captain, before stepping over him, and walking up the stairs, only to see the nearby city of Lilycove a mile or so away. She took a look at the controls, and didn’t trust herself enough to attempt the drive. She sat down, as her Natu popped on the chair next to her, and she scrawled a small note on a sheet of paper, explaining her predicament, as well as her location. She tied the note to the Natu, using a small piece of thread fluttering about, and told him to teleport in front of the castle-like structure on the coast. He disappeared from her line of sight, and she sat back and waited, hoping rescue would come eventually.

[This is you two, Soren and Joshua]

Chuck the Wild Eevee

My purpose in life is to become powerful without the help of a trainer. Humans would like to lead you to believe that the only way for a pokemon to become powerful is with their help: and many of my peers would tend to agree, to my dismay. Many of them actively sought after capture: an activity which, to me, equates to suicide. Who in their right mind would seek to be contained inside a very small container only to be forced into combat upon release?

Perhaps there is a certain glory to be had if your trainer is to take you into the pokemon league and become champion, as many have done. However, I plan to leave a mark on history with only myself and the help of any friendly pokemon along the way. I don’t know what exactly I plan to do, but I know that whatever it is: I can’t do it in my current state.

I am weak, and will always be weak until I evolve: changing into one of many possible forms. Unlike most pokemon, as an Eevee: I have the potential to adapt into one of five forms, not counting those which require the help of a trainer. And also unlike other pokemon, I have the will to do with myself something greater.

I am an Eevee, and for the first time in recorded pokemon history…. This is MY story!

Voltorb

“Voltorb… Voltorb… Voltorb… Voltorb… Voltorb… Voltorb… Voltorb… Voltorb… Voltorb… Voltorb… Voltorb… Voltorb… Voltorb… Voltorb… Voltorb… Voltorb… Voltorb… Voltorb… Voltorb… Voltorb… Voltorb… Voltorb… Voltorb… Voltorb… Voltorb… Voltorb… Voltorb… Voltorb… Voltorb… Voltorb… Voltorb… Voltorb… Voltorb… Voltorb… Voltorb… Voltorb… Voltorb… Voltorb… Voltorb… Voltorb… Voltorb… Voltorb… Voltorb… Voltorb… Voltorb… Voltorb… Voltorb… Voltorb… Voltorb… Voltorb… Voltorb… Voltorb… Voltorb…”

Rolling back and forth every day. Lavaridge. Mauville. Lavaridge. Mauville. Lavaridge. Mauville. Such is the life of a delivery Voltorb. Back and forth from one place to the next, delivering a letter or a package. Back and forth, back and forth.

Voltorb have become a common method of transporting sensitive documents for the many up-and-coming criminal teams: Fast, given a wide berth by most travelers and Pokemon, able to destroy what they’re carrying if attacked, willing to work for very little, and unable to be traced back to an owner if recruited wild. Voltorb is one such Voltorb; currently in the employ of the new and Re-Re-Re-Re-Established Team Rocket… And is currently located just north of Mauville on Route 111. Today’s package: A simple unlabeled envelope.

Dratini

If one were to stare at my habitat with a mindset completely unaware of the terror that strikes all who live inside it, it would seem like quite a calm, tranquil place. Unfortunately this is not the case. A Sharpedo whom is hostile to all those that dare approach it is just happens to also inhabit the same waters as I. We are powerless to stop it as it devours Magikarp after Magikarp and even the Tentacools too. So many deaths on a daily basis are witnessed through my eyes but, that Sharpedo, he chooses to spare me over everyone else who lives in the lake. As you may notice just by looking at me, I happen to be larger than the targets Sharpedo picks. But that is not the reason he has not chosen to end my life already. I know the technique that can paralyze him and certainly make his life more difficult. No doubt that if I used it on him I would be his next victim. I would not live for long if I did that. I must free the other creatures that live here from his tyranny! But alas I am too weak. Luckily for me I can live on land as well as the sea though, I prefer the latter. Sharpedo on the other hand cannot live on land. So I must leave this body of water and pursue strength on the land. However at the moment I must think this over, make preparations before I leave then wait for the moment in which I can make my escape.

[Yawn. Just got back. Gonna see what’s up.]

[Ok. Time to respond to thingies.]

[Well, the problem you all are seeing is that you’re expecting some event to unite us. Just go start your adventures separately, run into each other, form small groups, go to towns, fight wild pokemon. This doesn’t look like a RP where dreams is going to parse for us, so we need to parse ourselves.]

[Yeah, basically. Though I shall do some at least semi-parsing when it comes to pvp, or a sometimes when someone attempts to catch a Pokemon, unless both parties are npc. Or I don’t feel like it. Oh, and I’ll also parse gym battles.]

[Nimbus]

[Personally, I don’t think that Jonathon and Jessica would be powerful enough to use telepathy via psychic power yet. The requirements vary a little, but generally you need to be at least level 20 (9 for pure psychic types, 10 for primary psychic types, 11 for secondary psychic types, and 14 for Ghost-types) and know a psychic type offensive move. Oh, and it doesn’t count Rare Candies as part of the levels.]

[ROFL_NOOB]

[Dratini are Kanto and Johto native, while Sharpedo are Hoenn native. The two wouldn’t be in the same place. Oh, and Dratini live in lakes, asin freshwater. They do not live in the ocean.]

Riolu
Twinleaf Town
Yaaaawn. It’s getting late, I should pro- “Oh my Arceus! It’s a shiny Riolu!” Oh great.
Seth Pine
All packed up and ready to go. Soon, we’ll be living in Littleroot. I’ll miss Twinleaf, but the opening was available and being a full professor had better pay than just being an assisstant to one. Wait, what’s thatin the trees? It looks like a Riolu, but its coat is yellow… “Oh my Arceus! It’s a shiny Riolu!” I yell, then go inside to ask my father for a Pokeball in order to attempt to catch it.
“Dad! I need a Pokeball!”
“What for?”
“What do you think? To catch a Pokemon!”
“Can’t you wait until we move so I can give you a Pokemon?”
“Hey, it’s shiny! You know how rare those are!”
“Ok, ok. Here you go.”
Receiving my Pokeball, I go out where I saw said shiny Riolu.
Riolu
Okay, I think I lost him. All these leaves can’t hurt, and they’re pretty comfy too.
Ow! That rock really stung, and it made me fall out of the tree, too! Wait, what’s that red and white thing flying towards me? Oh dear Arceus.

[How exactly, I managed to end up in Hoenn will be explained later. Besides, they don’t call Dratini the mirage Pokemon for nothing. Also I didn’t say I lived in the ocean. Oh and I edited my post to say lake, instead of pond.]

[I’m gonna go ahead and not take the gym challenge, although I may occasionally battle the gym leaders if the story seems to lead into that. It seems like Soren is going to be more of a “walk around and do what he damn well likes” character.]

[Also my Pokemon RPs won’t be too long when they’re acting as secondary characters, as they are now, if they exist at all. Because there’s not much to say. They’re basically NPCs.]

Soren Taebur IV

Soren blinked at the request.

And then blinked again.

“Do you know how many times the Master of the Hoenn League has been as young as you? It’s been years. Decades. The last one is dead. That’s how damn long it’s been,” Soren said, scratching an itch at his side and yawning. “Besides, it would take… months, on foot, to get to every gym. Probably more than a year. And if you haven’t noticed, I’m not exactly going to be granted a driver’s license anytime soon.” With those words and a cynical smile, Soren took a step back, retreating into the relative dimness of his family’s bunker of a home.

The boy sighed. If he agreed, he would have to wander through all manner of untamed wilderness. That definitely wasn’t the life he had imagined for himself. He didn’t even like the idea of putting Bubbles or Sushi into a Pokeball, and he certainly wasn’t about to take on the gym challenge himself.

“Alright, you know what, just come inside. We can figure this out somewhere where the sun can’t get in my eyes. Even if I go with you – and mind you, this isn’t me agreeing to do so – I’ll have to get dressed and grab a bite to eat first,” Soren called over his shoulder, strolling towards the open kitchen at the end of the main hall, right past the long table in the center, more remnants of the Middle Ages.

Father has been asking me to get out more… but hell if I want to spend a few months dealing with a kid like Joshua. Thoughts like this ran through Soren’s head as he rummaged through the freezer, finally pulling out a package of microwaveable spaghetti.

“So what do you intend to do, anyways? Where do you intend to go?” Soren asked, extracting the tray of spaghetti from its package and beginning to cut some vents in it with a conveniently-placed knife.

Bubbles

There was a Ralts waving at her. That didn’t exactly happen every day. Raising one hand in greeting, a gesture which served as some sort of wave (Marills cannot wave without looking ridiculous, due to their ridiculously cute but stubby arms), Bubbles responded tentatively, unsure of how to treat a Pokemon other than Sushi, especially while still in the presence of Sushi. “Hello.”

[I’m gonna go ahead and not take the gym challenge, although I may occasionally battle the gym leaders if the story seems to lead into that. It seems like Soren is going to be more of a “walk around and do what he damn well likes” character.]

[Ok. Tha’s sort of like my character(s) will be like, and what Riolu was before the game started.]

[Wait, I just realized something.]

Tate and Liza

[Tracy, those are the gym leaders from the original games. By this time, they should be dead, or t least very, very old. Please edit your post for two new names.]

Chuck the Eevee With a Plan

And so it begins – ahead is a long journey to become what I shall be, write the story of my life, and leave my paw print in history.

It’s a very commonly known fact that trainers make their pokemon into powerful beings by having them do battle with other pokemon. In most cases, such arbitrary violence would be stupid and serve no purpose, but it’s apparently necessary should you want to become a powerful pokemon.

Except that it really isn’t…. Pokemon become stronger just as humans do, by exerting themselves. Literally the only difference between us and them, apart from the obvious fact that they’re the ones shoving us inside small spaces and forcing us to fight each other, is that not all of us employ physical means to get our way. Some of us have magical powers that defy every single law of physics, and someday I will too. Those with magical powers strengthen their ability to use magical powers by using magical powers, just as those with muscles strengthen their muscles by using their muscles.

Eevees aren’t known to be particularly potent physical fighters, and do not possess magical abilities. This is why I seek evolution: ahead of me lies 5 potential paths, there would be 2 more if I weren’t so adamant about not being made into a slave, which all involve magical powers of some sort.

If I come in contact with a thunder stone, I will become a Jolteon: a type of pokemon with mastery over electricity.

If I get my paws on a fire stone, I will become a Flareon: gaining control over fire and heat.

With a water stone, I can become a Vaporeon: manifesting my will over water.

If I am to train in the general area of a big, magical, moss-covered rock: I shall become a Leafeon, becoming one with nature and using plant life to aid me.

If I were to do the same near a mystical ice rock, I would transform into a Glaceon: gaining control over ice and cold.

Before I set out on an epic journey to transform into one of these beings though, I have to be stronger. I need to ensure that a random bird-pokemon doesn’t dive out of the sky and gobble me up, or something. Now, to engage in training activities that would warrant a training montage were I not writing this down rather than filming it.

[They are the gym leaders kids. I think it is logical that they’d have the same names passed down; I just don’t like saying Tate VII and Liza VII. If you’d rather me change it, give me two names.]

[Seems like a long time to pass down the exact same pair of names, and to always have twins.]

[Also, since the events of all the games have passed, should we assume that all legendary pokemon were captured, or not?]

[This is what Chuck the Eevee thinks of your pokeball!]

[Who said they all had twins? They could have easily had the original pair, then you could assume each one of them had one kid, or in some cases, one of them had two.]

[And about names, look at Soren]

Originally posted by tracymirkin123:

[They are the gym leaders kids. I think it is logical that they’d have the same names passed down; I just don’t like saying Tate VII and Liza VII. If you’d rather me change it, give me two names.]

[Ok. I personally just thought that it was highly unlikely that they would have been twins like the original Tate and Liza, and share the same names. So, are they the descendants of the original Tate or the original Liza?]