Really sorry for taking so long with these. I’ll try to get on top of things again, inspiration has been seriously lacking :/
Welcome Dark Searchman and DaveTheFishGuy! Hope you both enjoy your journeys here. Hopefully I’ll be able to pick up the pace from here on out.
Desert of Illusion
EpicSquirtle: ((Ah, much better! Keep it up! ^^ Never forget two things: always be creative instead of repeating the updater’s words, and make your replies organized – who’s talking, who’s thinking, and what’s happening all need to be clearly separated. You seem to have gotten the hang of it, so let’s move on!))
Subconsciously or not, you finally realize that the best way to win this is to focus on one opponent at a time; you decide to concentrate all your offense on one of the Cacturne first, and the unfortunate target is the one that showered your Pokemon with Pin Missile.
Numel nods in approval at your instructions, and breathes out several blazing sparks that nullify most of the needles; the few that make it through the Ember stab the small camel for light damage that it quickly shrugs off, before dashing forward and hitting the offender square in the gut with a vicious Tackle.
The Cacturne staggers and stumbles backwards, before throwing an angry look at the smaller opponent and counterattacking: its arm glows green and it moves forward, looking to connect with a Needle Arm! Fortunately, Telpo is quick to react and interrupts the assault, striking with a one-two punch combo that is impressive to behold: the first jab from an ice-covered fist, quickly followed by a second blow, this time fueled by fire!
The Dark-Type wobbles, unsure of what just happened, disoriented by the sudden amount of damage dealt. It briefly refocuses, turning its attention to your Abra with murderous intent in its eyes, but just as it charges up for another Needle Arm… it collapses! The Cacturne is knocked out cold. Telpo the Abra gains 1 Level!
Numel and Telpo celebrate with one another, and you’re too late to warn them about what happens next no matter how hard you shout: the remaining Cacturne begins charging up sun energy, and you brace for the inevitable SolarBeam… but it never comes! Instead, the Cacturne begins to get bigger, growing progressively taller until it’s about twice your own height – it used Growth!
Telpo and Numel turn around and are startled at this turn of events; one regular Cacturne was hard enough to take down, how will they manage against a giant one?!
The opponent steps forward; if the ground wasn’t entirely made of sand, you imagine it’d make the earth tremble… The spikes in its body begin to glow, and you know what it means – it’s about to use Pin Missile like the other one! But what kind of damage will a storm of spikes from a giant Cacturne inflict?
Quick, how will you counter?!
DaveTheFishGuy: ((Welcome Dave! Sorry it took so long to pick you up. Hope you have fun, but keep in mind that this is a shorter adventure than what you’ll find in the actual zones; this one’s meant to get you into the spirit of things and to iron out any issues you might have with RPing before you “graduate”. So far so good, keep it up; remember to always be creative and keep your replies at an acceptable length, bare minimum being 200 words. Hope you have fun!))
An uncommon sight to say the least: a fisherman Trainer, whose partner of choice is a Remoraid, traversing a merciless desert… on foot. From an outside perspective you might have laughed, but you are the guy that will have to endure the scorching heat of daytime and the frigid nights, all the while wandering through empty, sandy landscapes with no geographical markers to guide you. Hope you can read stars…
Right now, you reckon the sun to be at its peak, the temperature almost unbearable; amidst the comedy of it all, you’re actually grateful for the partner you brought along, but you’re aware that this climate must be hard on her as well – she’s… well, a fish. In a desert.
You hasten your pace to a destination unknown; right now, anything able to provide shelter – even a mere shadow – would be an improvement over your current predicament. For a place called “Desert of Illusion”, you’re yet to run into anything remotely curious, let alone illusory or mysterious. You walk for what feels like an hour under the impossibly dry heat that is only partially bearable thanks to Suzi’s regular Water Gun salvos, but you can’t keep going much longer. Your legs are faltering, and your exposed skin feels like live coal.
It’s only when you’re about to lose hope that you spot some figures in the distance. You squint and try to make out the shapes ahead; as you keep walking toward them, it finally makes sense: it’s a swarm of Crustle! The Bug-Type Pokemon hurriedly scuttle through the sand, and the first thing that catches your eye is that none of them are carrying their usual boulders… You decide to follow the swarm; if there’s something you know about nature, it’s that animal behaviour is rarely random, so these Crustle must have a reason for going where they are.
They don’t seem all too bothered by you tailing them, or they haven’t even noticed you – and soon afterwards, you realize why. In the middle of nowhere, you run into a large tilted rock formation that provides something both you and Crustle desperately yearn for: boulders for them, shelter for you!
You immediately sit down by the shade and stretch your legs; you hadn’t realized how worn out you truly were until you finally allow yourself to rest for a moment and calmly watch the swarm toil, patiently breaking rock fragments apart to use as their new shells. Hardly as large and symmetrical as a usual Crustle shell, but you figure that beggars can’t be choosers – this is the best this swarm will find for miles around.
An overwhelming drowsiness washes over you, and you don’t really bother fighting it; it’ll only be dangerous to fall asleep at night, when the cold can kill you, but no harm done in an afternoon nap… But just as you’re about to give in, you begin to feel several small pricks running through your leg, then your arm, and stopping… on your head. You look up to find a small Dwebble hammering away at the rock you’re leaning against, and it apparently decided that climbing over you was the best way to reach the spot it wanted. You struggle to decide whether to let it be or to shoo it away and go back to sleep, when you spot something else that wasn’t there last time you had your eyes open: a man in a large white tunic, sitting on a Camerupt, looking at you in silence.
Realizing you’ve noticed him, he moves his ride closer to you and speaks in a thick accent you can’t quite identify.
- Bamra, you sleep on the grave of this Realm? You either brave or stupid. If you leave now, you might still be safe. Turn back and leave the Desert, bamra. Humans are still worth more than insects.
You’re baffled for a moment. Not only is he hard to understand from the foreign accent, his words make very little sense even after deciphered. Why is he urging you to leave when you just found a nice spot to stay? What’s so much more dangerous about this spot than out there in the unforgiving heat? Then again, there doesn’t seem to be much of anything going on in this place, and it’s decidedly not your comfort zone. What might have seemed like a cute idea at first is shaping up to be nothing but sand, pain and misery, so maybe you can get a ride back with this guy if you agree to leave now…
What will you do?
swampertforever: ((It wasn’t criticism; just something I want you to be aware along your journeys from here on out. Not all updaters will be kind, so expect to run into some actual setbacks with your character’s personality. I think it’s great that you steered clear of creating a Mary Sue though, don’t take it the wrong way! It’s an interesting character for sure.))
Realization sets in as you look around and witness your two friends out cold and in chains. Fortunately for you, you aren’t completely oblivious, and a rush of guilt twists and turns inside you until it can no longer be contained; a dreadful feeling on one hand, but a precious wake-up call at the same time.
The graverobber looks at you with a half-smirk as if mocking you, but you know he’s listening carefully, waiting for you to slip up. You choose your words carefully, establishing your newest priority: keeping your friends safe for a change. And to do that, you decide that the best option is to neglect them.
Your assailant soaks in the words, and after a moment of quiet contemplation, grins widely. For better or worse, he seems amused.
- Well then boy, if these two mean nothin’ to you, I might as well make the most of them! The mutt probably already knows how to sniff out treasure, since he used to belong to us; I’m sure I can make the monkey equally valuable in a short time.
He opens your backpack and rummages through it, picks up the Gravekeeper’s Diary and throws it at your feet.
- You better not be lyin’, boy, or I’ll have the Houndour gut you and eat your corpse. If you try to outsmart me, you won’t m…
Suddenly, another man approaches the graverobber; through the thick fog, you try to make out his features. He appears older than the man you’ve been talking to, probably in his fifties, even if his hair is entirely white. He grabs the man’s shoulder and appears angry.
- Dammit Cade, why are you wasting your time like this?! The fog’s getting thicker by the minute, the spirits are restless. Can’t you stop taunting the kid and just have him take us to the loot?...
The younger man, apparently called Cade, spits on the ground and laughs it off.
- You’re no fun, Quentin. Always talking about the spirits and whatnot; tell you what, I’d be a hell of a lot more scared if any of those spirits could throw a punch. Right now, everyone and everything around us is deader than a brick, so let me have whatever little fun I can while I’m here, will you?
Regardless, he moves over to you and unties the knots. You struggle to get up, pain coursing through your body – no doubt lingering effects from the explosion earlier – until Cade loses his patience and forcefully pulls you to your feet.
- Open the goddamn book and take us to the gold, boy. Quentin may not share my sentiment, but I have no problem in getting rid of you the second you stop being useful, so you better pray that you are for a very long time.
Either way, assuming you can even find the treasure they’re looking for, that’s as far as your usefulness will ever go… Either way, it seems you won’t be making it out of this place. You try your hardest to stay calm and focused and not allow the feeling of inevitable doom overwhelm you. You open the book and skim through it, desperately looking for any useful clues, anything! But there are so many entries…
Your eyes glance over several bits of text, each giving you further insight about the man that was the Gravekeeper. You can’t help yourself from stopping on one particular entry.
It’s lonely without you, it’s been lonely ever since you left… There’s no bigger hardship for a Gravekeeper than to bury his own, to bury the woman he loves. But deep down inside, I’m grateful! Life was kind to us, gave us time to say goodbye, time to make peace. If Fate had claimed you suddenly, I would never have endured it. Through the hardship that was your illness, you stood strong as long as your body allowed it, and we were closer than we had allowed ourselves to be in decades. We talked so much, shared so many memories in those last days…
You never approved of my insistence of continuing the family business. I realize how dreadful a place this must have been to a woman like you, so full of energy… But you stood by my side regardless, shared this life of death with me and made each day lighter on my soul. Now that you’re gone, the Graveyard feels cold and merciless, as I’m sure it does to any passerby who knows nothing of this way of living. The fog is still thick, a symbol that spirits remain strong – eerie as it is, I fear for the day it clears, because it’d be unnatural. Most fail to understand thism thinking that it’s the fog itself that is unnatural, but we knew... the mist is simply the manifestation of many souls gathered in one place. The only way it’d ever disappear would be for these souls to leave the Graveyard and roam the world of the living; imagine the chaos. But even so… ever since the graverobbers first appeared, the mist has been growing thicker, darker, more ominous. The souls are restless, and will not ease until I have driven away the invaders on their behalf. They are, after all, powerless to defend their own home from the living; like I always told you, that duty falls on me.
Ah, Tina… I might be joining you soon, you know? I always told you I’d be the first to go, but like always, you were right and I was wrong. Yet I doubt I can ever truly defeat these criminals; they are cunning, younger and they even have hellhounds with them. Dreaded Houndour and Houndoom, that not even the resident Ghosts can hope to defeat. I won’t give up, but…
A mix of sorrow and sympathy takes over as you read the entries; he was a good man, and you had the privilege of being there to witness his last moments. You were the last person he ever talked to, and his memory lives on through this book. Before you can dwell on it any longer, Cade slaps on the back of your neck, urging you to move it. You throw him an irritated glare and go back to skimming through the Diary. Damn, what proof do you even have that there are any clues in here? Who’s to say there’s any treasure at all to begin with?! Wait…
Dear Tina: I should get a dog. Every old man needs a dog to help him and keep him company when he’s alone… A gravekeeper like me in particular. I’ve been thinking of buying myself a pup and raise it to help me around, I’ve always heard that dogs are pretty good at digging and burying things. Would be right up my alley… Heck, if I trained it right, it could even bury me right next to you and the precious belongings you’re keeping safe until we rejoin, and we could finally meet on the other side almost like we’d never been apart. All I had to do was teach it to track down the scent of Gracideas and he’d find your resting place in no time! Something to think about… Yes, a dog would be good.
Your eyes widen. This has to be it. The treasure they’re looking for… is it the “precious belongings” the old man kept in his wife’s grave? Then all you had to do to find it was… But then what? Will you desecrate the woman’s grave for these thugs? Can you even risk doing otherwise?...
Cade and Quentin look at you expectantly.
What do you do?
The Ocean of Mystery
LucarioArtcunoSuicunLover: You stand up for Squishy on his behalf at the Captain voices his doubts about the Ditto’s competence. You go on and on about he is more than adequate for just about any replicating job required of him, even if, in the back of your mind, you wonder just what kind of creature Roatoga is to elicit the sea wolf’s doubts.
- Bugs? Your bubblegum’s claim to fame is to be able to copy insects? Get out of my sight. Admiral, throw her off my sh….
Suddenly, a loud thud echoes all around you as the entire ship is propelled to the side and everyone on the bridge loses their footing and tumbles to the ground – yourself included. Did you just collide with a mountain or something? What else could make a vessel this massive shake like this?! And how on Earth did the sailors miss something that colossal?! It was the Titanic all over again…
The Captain instantly springs back to his feet and bolts through the door that leads outside to the deck, followed closely by the Admiral. He briefly stops and turns to you, uttering one simple sentence before running after the Captain.
- Follow me and you’ll understand.
You take the words to heart, having had enough of not knowing what the heck is going on around you. You get back on your feet, praying that there isn’t a second bump, and run after the two men.
The sun feels warm and inviting, but your feet are wet. Looking down, you realize that the floor is filled with water; a larger wave must have swept the deck after the shock. You spot the Captian, Admiral and a number of other crew members leaning at the ship’s bow, scanning the water with their eyes in search of the cause of all this hassle. And then you see it.
Emerging several feet to the right of the ship, an absolutely massive creature surfaces, creating enormous waves as it rises out of the ocean, shaking the boat violently again; this time, you manage to stay on your feet, but your jaw drops.
With your background in marine biology, you’re quick to identify the beast. However, its size is even larger – much larger – than you remember the species being, and its purple coloration is unlike anything you’ve ever seen on a regular specimen; Roatoga… is a Shiny Wailord!
The giant whale dives back down, the ship (almost a canoe in comparison) dancing in the waves it creates. Even you are starting to feel a little nauseated by the constant undulation. The Captain, however, seems unfazed by the disturbance, and immediately shouts orders.
- Starboard net, fire!!
Almost instantly, a mechanic noise is heard, and a row of seven harpoons is fired from the side of the ship, all connected to a massive net that soars through the air behind them and sinks as it falls on the water, exactly where Roatoga had emerged.
- Pull it! Engines at full power!!
Seven chains are pulled back in slowly, dragging the net back towards the ship. After a brief moment of anticipation, the empty net begins to appear, and it’s immediately perceptible that Roatoga was not captured. The Captain swears and is about to turn his back, until the rest of the net is pulled up… revealing a trapped Wailmer!
- I’ll be damned… We caught her child!
It seems to be the case. Shortly after the Wailmer is dragged to the deck, Roatoga reemerges and lets out a frightening cry, before submerging again. You fear it might be about to ram the ship, but the Captain doesn’t seem the least bit concerned, and he’s known the Wailord for decades…
- This changes the game, lads. We have the upper hand for once! Roatoga will be back for her baby, you count your mutinous rears on it! And by God, we’ll be ready for her! Drag the Wailer down to the hold and stick it in one of the larger tanks. We want it healthy for mommy to track down. Now, lass…
The captain turns to you, grinning.
- Roatoga will leave us be for a little while; she always does after I almost catch her, she needs time to think. But this is the first time we have a baby of hers, so she might not mull it over very long. I’d say we have about thirty minutes to come up with a plan… So, you’ve witnessed the wonder. Can your “Squishy” replicate that? You have exactly twenty minutes to figure out a way to capitalize on this and ten to put it into motion; if you fail, I’ll personally throw you off this ship!
He turns around and goes back inside to the bridge, followed by the Admiral, leaving you all alone on the deck.
The terms are pretty clear: either you help this man catch the magnificent Shiny Wailord for himself, or you’re as good as gone. You bite your lip; are these really your only options? Think, Lass!
Clock’s ticking… what do you do?
Forest of Adventure
Dark Searchman: ((You’ve been at this for a while, I doubt there’s anything I can tell you that you don’t already know. The Intro Post is great, here’s to hoping you keep putting in the same effort in your future replies! ^^))
You roam the Forest of Adventure with your three snakes. You have decided to make the most of this adventure, mandatory on one hand, but a welcome learning experience on the other – you may be no stranger to journeying the world of Fizzy Bubbles anymore, but part of you wonders if there’s some fundamental teaching you might have missed on by not entering this mysterious Realm back in the day.
The Forest itself is remarkably quiet, only the occasional chirping of Pidgey being heard from time to time, the rustling of leaves in the morning breeze, the cursing of another Trainer in the distance, the flowing water from a nearby river… wait, cursing?!
You look at Shisato and Seshiro; both of them look back with a curious gaze. As you begin to turn to Amethyst, you realize she’s way ahead of you, already slithering fast in the direction of the noise. You admonish her and tell her to follow you, to which she reluctantly complies, and the four of you cautiously move toward the voice.
- Goddamn this hell of a mandatory excursion, who the hell do they think they are anyway?! I don’t need this, I’m a great Trainer already, I’m a legend in my hometown! Now just because I don’t have “Arcane Realm clearance” I’m not allowed to go on a trip to Cortoza? And I can’t leave just leave and let that that clawed abomination take the best of me either! Just my bloody freaking luck!
Someone is clearly very, very upset. The closer you get, the more obvious it becomes: the voice belongs to a young man, a Trainer no doubt; someone who really didn’t plan on being directed to the Arcane Realm. You can’t help but smile anyway; good to know you’re not the only one in this situation, even if you are personally invested in enjoying your time here a heck of a lot more than that guy.
You peak from behind a largetree. The person in question is indeed a boy, dressed in a light brown leather jacket worn out jeans and sporting a backpack, no doubt his Bag. He’s standing by a large rock, leaning on it, with his head between his hands and a Dunsparce worriedly nudging his leg. You take a step to the side to take a better view… and step on a branch.
- What do you want, you silly snake?! Can’t you see I’m just upset? Leave mealone for a lit… what? Who’s there?!
He turns to the cracking sound and has no difficulty spotting you behind the foliage. An even angrier expression covers his face as his eyes fall upon Shisato and Seshiro, and he immediately reaches for his belt.
- Aww man, to hell with this! Just what I needed, a freaking poser! Here to laugh at my luck? Or just trying to beat that thing before I do so you can claim my fame?! Waltzing around with those three like you know anything about snakes! I’M THE ORIGINAL SNAKE MASTER, YOU HEAR?
He hurls a Pokeball in the air; From it emerges a calm-looking Serperior, contrasting with the boy’s explosive personality.
- Get out of hiding and face me like a man, dammit! You come here to rub it in my face, but don’t have the balls to actually face me? Thought you could just mock my choice of Pokemon? Or do you really think you’re better with snakes then I am? Bring it on, you prick!
He’s clearly under a lot of stress. But this is a direct challenge nonetheless… should you just ignore this dude and move on with your stroll, or do you step up? A Serperior is no laughing matter, regardless of how much of a fool its Trainer is making of himself.
What do you do?