Out Of Character: Okay, peeps, this is a tribute to the best Pokemon game ever, exempting Stadium 2. There are a few rules here. Namely, you must use your LOTG party (movelists not required, they may use any move they can get in the games). If battling somebody else, no controlling their moves. Then there's the leave Minty's plot the hell alone rule, and finally, no legendaries can be used except for by Lord Minty himself.
Back In Character:
A wooden staff slammed through a window, and a hand reached through the hole it left, and unlocked the large door. It then swung inwards, as if kicked.
Kestrel walked into the Venom Gym, trying to hold himself up with a battered makeshift walking stick, clearly a branch ripped off of a tree on his way through the cruel forest. There was a massive rip down across his leather jacket, as if he had been attacked by one of the more powerful pocket monsters. Blood flowed profusely from the wound, which was barely short of down to the muscles.
Still, the young man showed no expression of pain, only annoyance as his free hand toyed with his mustache. "Don't answer when somebody's knocking. Real nice manners around here." The trainer of flying Pokemon sat on a bench, and waited for a response from the the staff of the important gym.
What is this arcane desert?- My current english teacher
Do I dare ask why this looks like a potato chip?-my 7th grade english teacher, with a destroyed piece of homework
MadGoblin
Posts: 1515
Member #2
Jul 1, 2004 15:51
OOC: Snapples, yoz, looks like I have to reply to this now! Er, I don't actually have a LotGJ team (due to bug deletion) but I still have a gym line up! Sense Holy nerts, I forgot I've never implimented any of my "walk around" stuff. So much stuff will be so confusing! ... Oh well! I'll do my best to sums up the basics...
BIC:
"Oh dear..." a woman behind a counter gasped. "You poor man." She pulled out a first aid kit to bind his wounds. As she wiped away the blood, she talked to the traveller. "Sorry about the door. We get a few ruffians in these parts, and I worry for our safty." Kestrel peered around the woman to see a little girl's head popping up from behind the counter, pouring a drink... wait, that ain't right. "Did you say you were looking for the gym, young man?" She laughed. "I'm afraid your still some distance away from it. This is just the Last Stop on the way to the Venom Forest." Kestrel's mouth hung. Silent.
"Then what was all that I just went thru?" he complained when his voice returned.
"The border," the little girl said, sliding the alcoholic beverage to a man slumped over at the now apparent bar, not counter, "which is a cake walk compared to the actual Forest, if you can call it that anymore... I guess it's more of a mire now."
"Sweetie, leave the nice man alone," the giant at the bar hushed. "Making it here alone is a feat in itself."
Not caring about the family antics, Kestrel jutted in, "So... where is the gym then?"
"You're in it," answered the woman, finishing the binding. "This whole ground is its domain."
"Then where's the leader?" he again questioned. "... 'its'?"
"Doku Tengu, the Poison Goblin, is the champion of these grounds. It doesn't conduct its battles inside any arena but in the middle of the toxic swamps, deep within the heart of the woods where it lives," the little girl spoke. "People say that it isn't even human, whether it ever was and became mutated or never was to begin with."
"Kelly, make our daughter stop," the man begged. "Please. She's scaring the customer."
"Why don't you try to demonstrate some control over our daughters, Jack?" Kelly insisted. "Oh, that's right, you can't!"
"... customer?" questioned Kestrel. After an attempt to thank the woman for the medical treatment, which went unheard over the squabbling, the trainer left to find the true gym deeper in the wilds.
Why be sane?
[Editted by MadGoblin on Jul 2, 2004 21:02]
Battalon127
Posts: 753
Member #25
Jul 1, 2004 16:38
OOC: So is there an established plot line here, or are we just sort of starting from scratch? Either way, I'm in!
IC: Stumbling into the edge of the domain of Doku Tengu, the Blue Wanderer shook his head furiously, trying to clear the shadows from his mind. Days had lost all meaning since his escape, too many had passed, each one just like the last. Hearing the sounds of an approaching man, he quickly darted into the shadows, barely even breathing. As he got nearer and nearer to civilization, the need to stay out of sight seemed to grow. As he sat in the gloom, his dark blue cloak blending perfectly with the low light, he tried yet again to recapture the fleeting thoughts nagging at the back of his mind. The Escape... The Escape... Escape from where? Where was he going? What had he been doing. All that he knew was the pokeballs at his belt, and his name, rarely spoken. Most simply called him the Blue Wanderer. The other man passed and he got up from his hinding place and continued his slow journey towards the heart of the Venom Gym.
Quando Omni Flunkus Moritati
A Elbereth Gilthoniel o menel palan-diriel, le nallon sí di-nguruthos! A tiro nin, Fanuilos!
LeeTupper
Posts: 158
Member #42
Jul 1, 2004 17:35
Leander grumbled as he left, about the pain in the rear poison swamps and the forest. He managed a thank you, and left money for the medical supplies tacked to the door of the family. "Well, here we go." The trainer said softly yet gruffly as he noticed dark shapes shifting throughout the murky waters.
"Rodan! Tiamat! Coelo! Eo'! Get out here!" Lee threw an assortment of spheres at the ground. A large tan falcon, evidently used to being in charge, flew out of one. It started darting from shape to shape, battering them shapeless with its mighty wings. The shapes kept on coming. "Dang it! Grimers!"
Next, his Dratini, a small serpent, but full of energy, appeared. "Okay! Hit them with Twister!" Lee's Dratini responded with enthusiasm, twirling at rates guaranteed to dizzy. Wind began to build, and it tore into the horde as a grayish cyclone. Though Dratini was now exhausted, the Grimers were barely phased by the strike. One responded by throwing a ball of acidic muck at the dragon, and thoroughly defeated the reptile.
"Hm. Strategy needs a bit of work. I guess I'll go to my old last ditch. Save myself some trouble." Lee remarked, and nimbly stepped away from a reaching ball of animate sludge. He skillfully drew a strange blade, shaped like a cross between a kite and tennis racquet, with a series of serrated diamond triangles running along the edges.
"Hrayah!" Lee dove at it, cutting it into halves, and a second later, quarters. Before it could regroup, Lee smacked it back into the murky polluted mixture of extreme carcinogens with the broad side of his weapon. "Eobronto! Thunder!"
Lee's Chinchou focused, and began to build up a great deal of energy. Lightning crackled between its antennae, which each glowed like a miniture sun. Its eyes shifted to an electric blue, and its fanged jaws sparked as power arced from tooth to tooth. "Hurry up!" Lee said, shoving a ninth Grimer back into the deadly soup. Chinchou fired its attack, launching twin bolts of lethal force into the mixture.
Grimers cried out, and slowly grew silent as the electricity rendered them unconscious. Steam, and then vile smoke rose up from the vanquished creatures. "Good. Everybody, back! We gotta get going!" Lee returned his party in a series of blue rays, and started to hop from partially submerged tree to partially submerged tree, trying to get well clear of the Grimers before they woke up again.
writer77
Posts: 409
Member #4
Jul 1, 2004 21:39
Another person appeared on the edge of the forest, staring blankly at an old house that looked deceptively like a gym. "I've seen this before... I just know it." He said. He went back to memories of his first trip to the Venom Gym, trying to remember where he had seen this before.
"Gah!" The man cried, shortly before diving into a nearby bush. "I... I hope they didn't see me."
His mind went back to a moment from long ago. He was just a young trainer at that time, coming to challenge the leader of the Venom Gym. This was long before all of the land was covered in destruction. Only a short while before he had become a gym leader himself. He had stopped on the way through here to rest up before the final trek into the forest, thinking that he would get some time to relax. He knew not what horrible events would befall him in this horrible building. He had vowed never to eat Chili again....
The man shuddered. He would have to find another way around. He wouldn't let anyone stop him. He would find what he needed to find...
OOC: Hey, don't y'all think it wouldn't be such a bad idea to mention whether or not you are a gym leader? Just an idea.
Endless Horizon "It looks like I'm going to die as I have lived.... completely surrounded by morons!"
-Bl. Mage
MadGoblin
Posts: 1515
Member #2
Jul 1, 2004 23:04
"Quite impressive," boomed a voice to Kestrel. "Let's see how a knave's skill fares against one more noble!" Thrown off by the stately challenge, the man fails to notice the silver donned lad dropping behind him. Hearing a blade drawn from sheath, he finally is made aware of the position all too late as a cold, golden edge is laid at his neck. "You should feel it an honor to be deemed worthy enough to receive my attention," the voice further declared. Before the mystery person could say any more, Kestrel clutched the dazzling sword and thrust his elbow in what he thought would be the attacker's stomach. Instead, it met his face.
"Ow!" cried the sniveling voice of a child. "Why'd you go and do that for?" The man turned to find what words would best describe as a rich brad. Garbed in silver weave with golden trimm, a jeweled circlet crowned his head. The fanciful attire roughly contrasted with the vulgar surroundings. "I just wanted some practice before I took on this dastardly champion of the baneful lands." The child, most likely in his early tens, barely seemed capable of providing any sort of challenge. Laughing, Kestrel went to leave the boy in his delusion, but he pressed on. "Oh? Cowardous as this place's host, I see? Well, it would seem as though concent will have to be over looked for this skirmish. En guarde!"
He cast out his globe of choice, to which a foolish fish flopped out of. So stupid was its appearance, it seemed as if the carp was capable of choking on thin water. He frantically yelled commands at the monster, all of which were well out of its ability to perform or comprehend. With the same warning the child had brough, however, something fell from above, violently erupting the putrid waters throughout the vincinity, splattering the boy's fine dressings terribly. He screamed girlishly in protest. The messing was added to as a figure dropped from the sky, splashing the muds upon him again with her oversized boots.
"Take a hike, royal pain," the young woman ordered. "Or did mommy and poppy strand you here on purpose?"
"A thousand curses upon you, Boom!" the lad tantrumed. "And I would gladdly leave this forsaken place if you were to simply direct me to this domain's leader.
"Pssh! Like I'd tell if I knew," she dismissed. "And like that'll ever come to me or anyone."
"Gods strike you, Jaclyn! Strike you down!" the boy evoked wraths. Retracting his lame beast, he angrily stormed off.
"What a spaz," she mocked. Pivoting, she was started by Kestrel's presence. "Oh, whoa, forgot you were here." She studied him over with a sharp eye. "Hmm, you don't look like one of the forest regulars? You new?" Kestrel nodded. "Figures. Well, let's see if you last threw the day." As she turned to leave, she muttered under her breath, "They never do."
[Editted by MadGoblin on Jul 2, 2004 21:04]
boyachi
Posts: 1161
Member #92
Jul 2, 2004 17:05
OOC:Wow, Gobbo, viewing your account is...quite interesting. Where exactly did Leander come in? I'm guessing its Kestrel however, oh well.
BIC: The gym leader of the New Dawn appeared right behind the Blue Wanderer, along with Turbo, an Alakaazam. The cobalt garbbed paranoid trainer jumped a mile."Who are you? Where did you come from?"
"I, am Boyachi, the gym leader of Radiance City. There is aftermath of a war in my town, and I decided it would be an excellent time for a vacation and to level up at my favorite spot, the Venom Forest. So who are you and why are you standing in the bushes I always teleport to?"
"Um...I,ah, I don't know." sputters the Blue Wanderer.
"I hope you aren't planning to challenge Doku Tengu, at least not with those pokemon, they were quite tough last time I checked..." Whipping out his pokedex, Boyachi stares at the screen that tells him Doku Tengu has 8 level zero's with no type and each stat as one." they, were quite powerful. Doku Tengu must be planning something, since he has masked his pokemon completely. You are coming with me."
The Blue Wanderer looks up, eyes hopeful. "You are taking me to him?"
Boyachi stops in his tracks and whips around. "Are you saying that you don't know where Doku Tengu is and you trekked out into the wilderness to challenge him?"
The Blue Wanderer glances to the side. "I...guess. I don't know."
Boyachi drops his head. "Perfect."
"You know where he is though, right? Since you are a gym leader and all. You beat him?"
"Matters not, I haven't been here in a year. So off we go...in the wilderness. Maybe we'll find others like you, though I hope not
The Summer of the Dawn is here. However, Summer of the New Dawn shall be approaching... this summer.85%complete
Battalon127
Posts: 753
Member #25
Jul 2, 2004 18:37
OOC: Exxxcellent, *taps bony fingers together, grinning evilly* someone took my bait.
BIC: The man known to few as Daedan and to most as the Blue Wanderer, followed this newcomer, though reluctantly. Although his first instinct was to immediately strike down this man, another instinct checked the first, as he knew not the intents of this stranger. And as he watched the man, he was content in his choice. This Boyachi seemed to be a skilled traveller himself, and engaging in battle would more than likely be a foolish choice. Indeed, he could potentially become an ally. But more importantly, The name Doku Tengu sparked something in the back of his mind. Whether a challenge was his fate had yet to be seen, but at least he finally had something to go on.
After travelling for a while in silence, the luinrandir ventured a few words of conversation. "I know not why, but I have a feeling of urgency. There is something, or someone, in this land that I must see as soon as I can. Doku Tengu may very well be it. At the least, I hope to find some answers to that which is missing in my own mind. Tell me of yourself and your city. I am sure that I have come to it in my travels, and I am a bit surprised to find that you do not seem at all familiar to me."
OOC: BTW, I am not a gym leader. My char's history will come up in this topic eventually, but he's from my gym (if it were more complete, he would even be mentioned once or twice) and has a line-up pretty similar to that of my LotGJ account. Oh, and luinrandir means "Blue Wanderer" if you didn't figure it out.
Quando Omni Flunkus Moritati
A Elbereth Gilthoniel o menel palan-diriel, le nallon sí di-nguruthos! A tiro nin, Fanuilos!
boyachi
Posts: 1161
Member #92
Jul 6, 2004 1:35
OOC:what is with that signiture, as in what does it mean.
BIC:Hours later. The Blue Wanderer had no sooner reached his goal. Boyachi paced back and forth. "Would you tell me, oh Blue Wanderer, why am I doing this? Oh, nevermind, you don't know. Great. Well, I'm going to do what I came here to do."
Boyachi stopped pacing and whipped his head up to the heavens. "Selestia! Tis I! Boyachi! I am here and desire your services!"
From the heavens, stars fell into a mass, and crashed into a crater right infront of the gym leader, forming into a glimmering woman of celestial beauty. The Blue Wanderer stumbled backwards, stuttering:"A goddess!"
"My, aren't you the flatterer."Smirked Boyachi, not taking his eyes off the female form.
"Maybe you should follow his example, mortal." Shot back Selestia.
"I have a new friend to show you, Selestia. Please allow me to introduce False Swipe." Boyachi throws down a pokeball and unleashes a Scizor.
"What is this? So you evolved your Scyther, I care not." shrugs Selestia.
"This is actually the Daughter of the original. I have completed her training and wish to have her spar against you."says Boyachi proudly.
Enraged, Selestia shoots out six orbs, all landing infront of Boyachi, and transforming into monsters. "Do not mock me mortal, I shall crush you like the insignifigant dust speck you are."
Boyachi's only word is:"Go."
The Blue Wanderer watches the fierce battle. Moments pass, ending with the Scizor still standing, victorious against all six beasts.
With a shriek of rage, Selestia drops to the ground and pounds it with her fists and exploding into a great display of light. Boyachi stands there, unmoving. After a long time, he turns to the Blue Wanderer. "She does that everytime. She hates losing, always going off in a huff, didn't even give me time to ask for directions. I doubt she'd return again today, considering you were here to witness here humiliatiion. She is a fine woman, or whatever she is, as well as a great trainer. If not for her, I wouldn't even be here. Seriously. I'm done." Boyachi returns his Scizor and releases his Alakaazam.
"W-wait! What about-"starts the Blue Wanderer.
"Oh, yes"impatiently exclaims Boyachi"You want me to find Bakumaru...no, DokuTengu, for you. Well, it is nagging me about what that gym leader is doing, so I guess, I'll tag along, nothing to do at home."
And so the duo continue, the Blue Wanderer no closer to his goal, whatever it maybe, and Boyachi is still hanging around for the Hel of it.
The Summer of the Dawn is here. However, Summer of the New Dawn shall be approaching... this summer.85%complete
MadGoblin
Posts: 1515
Member #2
Jul 7, 2004 20:23
Meanwhile, off in the distance, a lone wanderer notices what would have appeared to been crashing stars. Not concerned with happenings in the distant portions of the Forest, Kestrel continued on his wary and near aimless search for the gym leader.
His feet sinking deep into the muck with each step, the pattern is broken as his foot fall breaks near the surface, and, whatever had caught it, had begun to move. Forced back, the man witnessed a figure draped in slime. Points sprung from the scrawny frame as mud slid from the eyes, revealed as eeriely glowing green. Producing his PokeDex, no match was made with the creature before him. Kestrel soon realized what it in fact truly was when it reared on its hind legs, standing erect. It was no pocket monster. It was a person.
With a grin, Kestrel pulled out his great crested avian, Rodan, to deal with the long sought after foe. With a wave of its spined arm, the freak summoned forth a chitinous pikeman to its defense, or so he thought at first, for it was not for protection, it was for assistance. Both the Beedrill and the daemonic figure lunged forward, driving their venomous stingers at the Pidgeot. With a gleam blazing across its feathers, the spurs shattered on contact with its wings and were batted away, resonating metallic thuds through the trees. Ricocheting of two timber towers, the attackers bound back at the bird faster than it could react, sinking the viral pins deep into its flesh.
As the goblinoid slid from its inflicted wound, the Beedrill remained stuck to the feathered one, right where it desired to be. Utlizing its frozen position, the insect repetively stabbed at Rodan. Kestrel would supply his own re-enforcements, but he was not in mood to break the current rules of an official bout. Fortunately, the staggering difference in the two's skill levels made the bug more an annoyance than a threat. The fiend, regaining solid footing, sprung another assault but was intercepted midway by a rotund, white blob. As the mutant was bounced away, a clear view of the intercepter was capable. It was a gum-drop shaped, long-eared lump with large, pink eyes, enlongated feet, stumpy arms, and curly tuft of hair. A Wigglytuff, Kestrel quickly recognized, but strangely colored. An albino, he thought, perhaps.
As the freak retaliated at the newcomer, the balloon type thrust its lardous gut at the needle-bound one, hurling it into a near-by column of dead wood, engraining it into the bark. Rodan, in the meanwhile, had bashed the attached drone into a tree, breaking it to pieces, which writhed as the sludge below consumed them. With the fighting temporarily ceased, Kestrel angrily consulted the Wigglytuff.
"What is your problem?" he yelled. "I'm trying to have an official gym match, here! Now its ruined because of you!" The lagomorph stared blankly at the man with a sweet smile and innocent face. "Well?" Kestrel remained angry at it.
"If you're expecting an answer from it," a voice called out, "than you have two problems. One, Candy is mute. And, two," a slim man slid out from behind a tree, "Pokemon don't talk."
"I know that," Kestrel responded, "I just wanted some sign of remorse from it ruining my match! ... And just who are you?"
"Me?" The sickly man scratched his head. "Oh, been a while since anyone asked me that." Realizing the grime accumulated in his long, stringy, black hair, he wiped his dirty hand on his even dirtier pant leg. "Rick... I think it is." He shrugged. "But I wouldn't worry about your little match, there, guy. That's not any sort of person that you could challenge for anything. That's just a run of the mill mutant." Kestrel stared at the tatter clothed man in disbelief. "What? Lesser fiends are always being spawned in these accursed swamps. What, with the wastes and all." A shrill sounded from behind the conversation. "Oh, speaking of which..." Pulling out a fan-tipped staff from seemingly nowhere, he slammed the pole at the earth, inciting a fierce wind. The demon, caught in the swirling wind, was cast into the distance, vanishing from site. Turning back to Kestrel, he propped the weapon into the ground. "You... were looking for Doku Tengu, right?"
"Er... yeah. That I was."
"You know, I've lived here for what seems like all my life," the one called Rick told, "and I can honestly say that I don't think I've ever seen it."
"Wow... thanks for being worthless," Kestrel feigned a thanks as he went to leave.
"However, I do know where it usually holds its battles. Nice cleared out spot. Good for fightin'. But, if you're not interested..."
"What? No! Come back here!"
OOC: Was there something about not making other peoples monsters do stuff? Ah, screw it
Battalon127
Posts: 753
Member #25
Jul 12, 2004 11:23
OOC: The first part of my sig is latin for "If all else fails, play dead" (for you forumers who actually speak Latin, don't get on my case if it isn't accurate, I got it from the Red Green Show). The second half is a form of elven from LotR (for anyone who's interested, it's the verse Sam utters in the Two Towers (book IV, Ch. 10)) Translated, it means
"O Elbereth Starkindler from firmanent gazing afar, to thee I cry here beneath death-horror! O look towards me, Everwhite!
BIC: Even more hours later... The Blue Wanderer and Boyachi travelled on, despite seeing no change in scenery. In fact, lesser travellers would probably have given up, assuming they were going in circles, but the luinrandir was not new to travelling amongst trees and never lost his sense of direction. Now, as the journey seemed to be quickly becoming futile, he drew upon the skill he found within himself, although he still did not know where it came from. Placing his hand on a gigantic tree, he started muttering in a language unknown. Boyachi simply stared at him, wondering how sane his companion really was. After a moment, the Blue Wanderer looked up and, with a nod, motioned to the still bewildered Boyachi to follow him.
***
Two hours later... Although still well within Venom Forest, the travellers finally left the trees behind them. In their place was a vulgar, sleazy, noxious wasteland with a smell to last.
"Well, this is a step up," Boyachi sarcastically muttered.
"Any visible change, be it for the better or the worse, means another leg of your journey has ended, and you are one step closer to the end," was the reply of his azure-clothed fellow trekker.
"You are far too serious," countered the slightly frustrated gym leader.
Before the Blue Wanderer could reply (if he even planned to), a gurgling noise, followed by a sound much like that of a boot being slowly removed from a giant pile of poo that nobody saw but now wished they had, caused them both to quickly turn to their left, just in time to see a giant bile-colored glob of something dragging itself out of the nearest putrid puddle...
Quando Omni Flunkus Moritati
A Elbereth Gilthoniel o menel palan-diriel, le nallon sí di-nguruthos! A tiro nin, Fanuilos!
[Editted by Battalon127 on Jul 12, 2004 11:48]
LeeTupper
Posts: 158
Member #42
Jul 15, 2004 1:10
Kestrel followed the man a very short distance, and then decided against it. Wasn't safe in this forest. Might be a trick or a monster out to get him... Kestrel thought for a second, about rumors of a Pokemon that could shapeshift around here. Wouldn't wanna fight that.
He cut deep into a tree, his racquet drawn with ridiculous speed. He paused, listening. Did he just hear some sort of cry? He shook his heads, and climbed, pausing only to let his Delibird out to KO a few caterpillars. He smiled anxiously, anticipating the moment where he'd reach the top, and see the gym leader's clearing from his vantage point...
What is this arcane desert?- My current english teacher
Do I dare ask why this looks like a potato chip?-my 7th grade english teacher, with a destroyed piece of homework
boyachi
Posts: 1161
Member #92
Jul 15, 2004 2:43
Whipping out a pokeball, Boyachi quickly hides it behind his back. "Minimize!"
The Blue Wanderer looks over to Boyachi, puzzled.
Boyachi stands still watching the advancing mass. "Minimize."
Still nothing happens. The Blue Wanderer starts for one of his own pokeballs but Boyachi waves him off. "Minimize."
"Are you talking to me?" Asks the Blue Wanderer, who is now freaked out.
Boyachi shakes his head. "Minimize."
"Look, I don't think that pokemon wants to come out." remarks the Blue Wanderer, who now takes a step back.
"Minimize." Boyachi stands his ground. The squirming form is almost upon the two when Boyachi speaks again. "Minimize. Now go! Swift!"
The Blue Wanderer almost gags when the balls opens and he sees nothing come out. Instinct kicking in, he reaches for his pokeball, when a brillant barrage of stars comes shooting out from a few feet about Boyachi's head. When the rain energy ceases, the the mass ceases moving as well. Now holding his pokeball up in the air, Boyachi calmly commands: "Return. Good job as always Stuviethan." The ball closes. Boyachi looks over to the Blue Wanderer. "Shall we continue?" He beckons with his hand. "After you my cobalt friend."
The fellow traveller holds his ground. "What was that?"
Boyachi smiles. "My Starmie. A ditto can't copy what it can't see. It would serve you well to remember that. Now let's go."
The Summer of the Dawn is here. However, Summer of the New Dawn shall be approaching... this summer.85%complete
MadGoblin
Posts: 1515
Member #2
Jul 15, 2004 10:35
Kestrel drove his weapon into the dying tree's side, slowing progressing higher. Much of the dead column was weakened and broke off, nearly plummeting him to his doom countless times. After a long while, he paused to catch his breath, cling for his life.
"Whatcha doin', buuuddy?" Startled, Kestrel almost lost his grip but managed to prevent his own death. Slowly cranking his eyes over, he found the abandoned trainer from before, Rick, perched on a flimsy branch, his feet dangling in the air.
"What th- What are you doing here?" Kestrel shouted. "How did you even get up here?"
"Pssh! I flew," Rick told, waving his hand at the laughability of the question. "Duh. How else would one ascend great heights in a short amount of time." He then remembered Kestrel's current state, with sweat pouring down his face. "Oh... right. Well, that way's good, too... I guess." After some awkward silence, he continued. "Now you answer my question, which I may remind you was first. And I hope the reason isn't what I think it is. But, I mean, what are the odds you'd be stupid enough climb up a tree for ariel view of forest with its thick of trees and branches that hinder any clear line of sight from exceeding a few yards. I mean, right? ... right?" Kestrel tried to hide his embaressment.
"Oh, I see... Well, shall we get on way to that clearing without any site seeing stops this time perhaps, hmm?" Grabbing a conventiently placed vine, Rick quickly made his way back to ground level. Still suspicious of the man, Kestrel decided to follow him after much deliberation but would keep an accute eye on him at all times. Finding his own lively vine, he descended. Upon reaching the forest floor, he found Rick stooped over, searching.
"Dang! Just my luck," Rick cursed. "My glasses fell off on the way down. Don't worry, I'll be able to find. They ought to be somewhere around here. You just start heading north, which is," after glancing upward for the direction the trace amount of light was trickling through the canopy, he pointed, "that way. I'll be with you in a jiffy, no worries." Distrustfully watching the man as he walked away in the direction pointed, the figure never once looked up at Kestrel, even when nearly out of site. Figuring he wasn't up to anything, he turned and trek cautiously onward.
Gliding his blind fingers over the earth while innocently humming a tune, Rick's posture bizarrely snapped, hunching over in a feral position as he pulled his glasses from his pocket, whispering, "Is he far enough away?" The vines that had been their way down waved to and fro. "Perfect," Rick hissed with demonic grin. Thrusting his hand upward, a swirl of mud and sludge gathered before him, forming a Grimer. "I'm entertaining a guest, currently, Squish-Face, but I understand that some others are seeking my attention?" The monster nodded with its blank expression. "Well, keep them busy and out of the way. This one I have seems to actually have some brains. He should be some good fun before I'm through with him." Readjusting his spine and other joints with a snap, he dashed after Kestrel.
"Sorry about that taking so long," he cried out when the traveller was in sight. "The shine of my glasses attracted a Spearow, and we had a little quarrel. Let's continue!"
boyachi
Posts: 1161
Member #92
Jul 31, 2004 2:20
Now mired in the swamp, the Blue Wanderer and Boyachi are no closer to their destination. "Truly, My white suit is stainproof, among other things,"comments Boyachi,"But all this sludge is wrecking my shoes."He stops and turns to his cobalt cohort. "Now, I'm going to get my travel boots, which can put up to much more than these," the gym leader manages to pull his foot out of the ground to show the clump of mud encasing his shoe"highly expensive articles of clothing."
Releasing his Alakaazam, he continues. "Thus, I will be returning home for a short while to change out and attempt to salvage what is left of my footwear. Turbo, my Alakaazam, has already had plenty of time to scan your brainwaves, which it will use to teleport back to you, so, feel free to find this Doku Tengu being yourself."
With that, Boyachi and his Alakaazam dissapear. Not even a moment later, bubbles come up from the murk. Now alone, the Blue Wanderer readies for battle, cursing the gym leader for choosing a bad time to accesorize.
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Battalon127
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Aug 6, 2004 15:08
As the bubbles grow larger around him the Blue Wanderer finds his hands instinctively moving to a well-known position: his right to his sword and his right to a pokeball on his belt. Then, realizing he just gave his main character two right hands, the narrator of this story threw himself out the window.
OOC: Okay, it was a first-story window. Continuing...
BIC:The Blue Wanderer, with his left hand now on a pokeball on his belt, drew his sword and speared what appeared to be the center of the bubbles. Nothing happened. Preferring to fight whatever it was that was bubbling personally, he drew his left hand away from the pokeball and gripped his sword with both hands. At that exact moment, tremors began tremoring underneath the luinrandir's feet. A second later, the "ground" he was standing on rose 20 feet and he realized he was standing on a gigantic Quagsire. Realizing only one thing could defeat this mutated beast, his left hand found the pokeball once again.
"Go Crusher!" he yelled, summoning his gigantic Steelix...
OOC:To Be Continued...
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boyachi
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Jan 10, 2005 1:06
The blue wanderer vaulted off the mass of the creature, chunking his pokeball forward while calling the name of his warrior pet. Touching down in the fetid water, the luinrandir's heart sunk into his stomach, being devoured very much like his monster's capsule by the denizen of the muck. He wasn't sure with all the gunk dripping of the beast, but he could have sworn the monster licked it's lips as it started towards him.
Although shaken, the cobalt garbed man's LEFT hand stirred at his belt, about to release his Poliwrath, directly in front of him this time, when the monster convulsed. A small tremor was felt through the murk as the behemoth fell, a cadaverous bloom of steel grew from the horror's mouth revealing the lost steelix, it's pokeball held gently in its mouth.
The blue wonder's triumph was short lived when Boyachi's Alakaazam appeared infront of him, seemingly confused. "Turbo, was it?" the man asked the creature, who nodded, not paying much attention, trying to teleport again. "Where is Boyachi?" The creature swiftly turned its head to face the wonderer, making him take a step back, then looked off to the north...
"Funny, I've have been here many times, and never found a spearow in Venom Forest, even if it is a common creature in other areas."
Rick and Kestrel whirled around to find Boyachi right behind them.
Rick:"How did you get here?"
Kestrel:"Who are you, and what he said."
Calm and collected he spoke. "I am Boyachi, Gym leader of the New Dawn and Radiance City. As for how I got here, I teleported here with my alakaazam-"
"What alakaazam?" Rick asked with an innocent and curious look on his face. Boyachi's eyes darted around searching for his companion, easily keeping his cool he replied "With some blue garbed man most likely, or exploring, I care not, she'll be back if I need her."
"Oh sure," Rick countered, "Did the gym leader's precious pokemon run away?"
"Funny, coming from the likes of you."
"What are you insinuating-"
The two started to bicker and Kestrel stepped in. "Look, it is nice to see a new face, but Rick and I were off to find Doku Tengu, if you care to join us, feel free."
Seemingly bored with his previous conversation, Boyachi turned to the mustachioed man "Actually I shall accompany you, it seems this Doku Tengu is up to something."
"Yea," grumbled the peeved Rick, "Up to his eyebrows in morons in his forest most likely.
As the tension rose again with the newly made trio, Luinrandir and Turbo made their way into a clearing...
My side is dead, my beliefs have been forgotten, my youth has left me and my innocence was slaughtered infront my eyes. Why should I care when it is only my life on the line?
MadGoblin
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Jan 12, 2005 17:02
Led by the ever awkward Rick, the threesome jouneyed deeper into the swamplands.
"My my, looks like we have a clearing coming up," Rick announced from the lead of the group. "I bet its the- Oh no..."
"What? Is something there?" Boyochi questioned, trying to see ahead, but Rick blocked him off.
"No, no... It's nothing," he assured the gym leader with a nervous, fake smile. "Let's just turn back around and not go this way, okay?" Ever suspicious, Kestrel pushed the scrawny man aside, stepping into the wide, open expanse.
"We're going this way," he proclaimed, surveying the area. "Where is this place exactly?"
"A place I don't go," Rick hissed, it seemed. "If you go there, you lose your guide." Fakely soluting a finger, Kestrel made continued his path along the gray, barren earth. A thick, white mist covered the ground, spreading away as he passed. Boyochi, however, was more cautious, hesitant to proceed. "Well, you coming?"
"... What is this place, Rick?" he whispered. A veil of darkness seemed to loom over Rick as he turned his head, backing away from the wood's edge. He did not wish to speak its name. Such was grounds for misfortune, to disturb the land. As he struggled to find the words, Kestrel marched deeper into the area, looking for anything that would move. His attention kept far, he never saw what the parted mists revealed to him, a warning to travelers. Bones and skulls, dried from ages and those with flesh still falling from them. The bones of beast and man.
"... It is... the Grave Yard." He shuttered upon remembering his terrible experience there. "They have tales about this place," he further explained, "and how one only goes there once. The cowards flee and never return, forever scarred by the horrors. The brave," he paused, "never even get the chance. I think my choice was just. A yellow belly is better than bleached bones."
A faint hint of eerie laughter caught Kestrel's ear from phantoms playing out of his sight. Cracking a smile, he expected to find the Doku Tengu finally revealed but found only more fog. The laughter grew, in both volume and number, as the mists changed to a darker, more sinister color.
...The soldiers were everywhere now. There seemed to be no safe route of escape left. But he would have to try. The plan was carried out to perfection, Trenton would be pleased. But all would be in vain if he didn't get away. Feeling his way down the pitch-black corridor, the luinrandir found himself wishing for his belt- for his pokeballs, for his sword. Of course it had been necessary to submit them to the guards for inspection, but confinscation was something he had not expected...
His thoughts suddenly were interrupted by a small groove in the wall. A door? After two minutes of pushing and pulling yielded no results, he was forced to move on as he had not the time to further explore. In frustration, he pounded the wall with his fist, and felt a slight movement behind it. After a couple more heavy blows, a distinct snap was heard beneath the layer of stone and a crack appeared in the wall. About 20 seconds of pulling were then sufficiant to open the door.
Luck was with him today. The room he entered contained all of his posessions that were taken from him two days prior. After donning his cloak and sword, he left the room and once again set off down the dark corridor to an unknown destination. After a few minutes, he reached a dead end. This was not good. The corridor was supposed to lead to an underground passage out of the castle. Unsure of his next move, he brought his hand to one of the red-and-silver orbs attached to his belt and summoned his Lanturn. By the light of his pokemon, the warrior noticed a hole in the ceiling. Further complicating things were the voices of soldiers making their way down the corridor...
The Present
The luinrandir looked around him, and then at Turbo. "Where are we?" he asked the Alakazaam who merely stared back at him in reply. It was apparent they were no longer in the same forest. The putrid smell, the extreme humidity, even the murky skies were gone. This pokemon could be helpful to him, if only he could remember what it was he was trying to do. Turning back to Boyachi's Alakazaam, he tried another question. "By any chance could you take me to a city or somewhere with people? Perhaps I can find someone who can help me." Again Turbo gave no response. "I see you are one of those strong-willed types who answer to only one person. My Steelix is the same way, as many have had the misfortune of discovering." Suddenly, as if bored with this small talk, Turbo blinked rapidly at the Blue Wanderer before vanishing with him yet again.
Daedan, Turbo, and Crusher rematerialized in the middle of a eerie, foggy clearing. Startled Boyachi whirled around, only to see his favored Alakazaam standing next to a giant Steelix and the blue-clad warrior whose company he had recently departed from. Regaining his composure he acknowledged the new trio with a small nod, then turned back to Kestral and Rick, both seeming too preoccupied to notice the new arrivals...
OOC:Sorry this isn't my best work, I've got a mild case of writer's block.
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boyachi
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Jun 2, 2005 21:40
OOC: It shoulda been bigger, but I been hanging out with lots of girls...and I haven't decided what to do yet, but GIRLS!REAL GIRLS!
BIC:As darkness and laughter engulfed the group, Kestrel reached to release Eobronto, but was preempted by Rick tossing out his Flareon and DaeDan his Houndoom. “Ye aren’t welcome here, chil’uns.” Came a voice from an unknown direction and well out of the still limited plain of sight.
Boyachi turned to Turbo. “Flush him out, use flash.”
“I don’t think its wise to attract anymore attention to your psychic pokemon than necessary.” Rick gritted his teeth bearing a warning that the Radiance gym leader paid no heed to. A brilliant light shredded the darkness, revealing mere feet in front of them, an old man, painted as a skeleton, donning a tattered top hat and a scraggily overcoat. At one side: was a wheel barrow brimming with corpses of the wild, the other: a rusty shovel.
Although intitally startling, the horde of club wielding cubone, fire breathing houndour, and groups of drowzee, shifted things into a very unwanted perspective.
“Turbo-“ Boyachi began to issue a command when the dark sky fell upon the Alakaazam. Taking out a can of super repel, the gym leader sprayed the black mass, sending a squadron of Murkrow back up to the sky, Turbo lay on the ground unmoving. As Boyachi returned his pokemon to its ball, the other three spared a glance above as the light receded, which was clouded by clouds of Gastly and Misdreavus. “There are so many of them, and Turbo is-“
“Yea, spare us the details and obvious would ya, we have bigger problems than just your one pet.” Spat Rick. “and pass that super repel around would ya, we are going to need it.”
Meanwhile…back at the Last Stop bushes:
“I’m quite sure that the house cannot see me, I mean, I’ve been here for hours.” Commented the Verde Gym Leader from his hiding spot. “I mean, geez, I’ve been here for hours. They would have sent someone by now.” Courage up, he strolled out into the open and past the establishment.
As he was making a good pace, the door burst open and a man stumbled out, an argument ensuing. “And stay out you no good louse! It was your idea to live here, I wanted to live in the city with my sister but OH NO you wouldn’t have that!” a woman’s voice rang out.
“Oh, now you know how much of a”- the man started but stopped when he noticed the sauntering man. He quickly changed his tone. “Honey, the chili-guy is here.”
“Now don’t you honey me-chili guy? He has the nerves to come back?”
A small girl’s voice chimed in: “That’s the guy that ruined my dolly!”
The Verde Gym Leader started sprinting into the forest, caring not what lied ahead of him, including tree limbs. “OW!"
OOC:Writer77, you have not been forgotten
My side is dead, my beliefs have been forgotten, my youth has left me and my innocence was slaughtered infront my eyes. Why should I care when it is only my life on the line?
Er, I don't actually have a LotGJ team (due to bug deletion) but I still have a gym line up! Sense 
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