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Title: Pokémon Generico [P][C]
Post by: Sebastian Moran on August 24, 2014, 01:43

Your radio crackles into life on the stroke of midnight. Gentle music plays, and you wonder if you're dreaming.
"Yes, it's a problem."
Suddenly you're alert. The music was quiet enough for you to ignore it, but this voice is familiar. It's yours.
"Things have split too far, I'm sorry to say. But we managed to get on the right side of the divide, and not a moment too soon. Now we can make a difference. A new life. A new start. What I've always wanted."
The sky outside begins to lighten: somehow it's morning already, and it takes you a while to realise how quiet it is. Moving to the window, it's obvious that the familiar streets are empty. There are no cars on the roads, no people milling about, and the houses stand still as though evacuated. The radio gives a content sigh, leaving one last message before switching itself off.
"It's going to be a beautiful day in my neighbourhood."

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Plot: Since that announcement on the radio, it's as though your character is the only person left in the city, maybe even in the world. Everything is as though it had been abandoned the night before, with no explanation given. On a table in their home is what looks like an over-elaborate watch. No, wait: it's like some kind of... is it a pokégear? Like from the video games? That definitely wasn't there before.
Next to it is a note in their own handwriting: Meet us in the park.

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Yes, your character is from "our world", where pokémon aren't (weren't) real, WHAT A TWIST.
No, you don't get to decide what your starter pokémon is, just what number poké ball it's in. I tried to mainly get a selection which aren't used in RPs so often, but in my attempt to get a nice mixture of types some of them might be more popular.
Yes, I'll let you know what it is before we start. So you can edit it into your form, and give it a nickname and a gender and a stylish hat if you want to. I'll have a quick ref of characters/pokémon in this post as well.
No, you can't change what pokémon you have after it's ~revealed~ what they are. Even if you hate it so much that it gives you chronic gastritis and you have a sick note saying so.
No, Not all of the pokémon have to be picked. I'm hoping to only have about a half dozen people joining in, otherwise it will be Too Complicated for my small brain. We'll see. But eleven would probably be overkill.
Yes, you can catch more pokémon. But you'll need poké balls first, so hold them there horses.
Yes, please be literate, use some punctuation, double-space your paragraphs and all that jazz. Also, please write in the third person (so your character as he/she/they, not I/me).
Yes, be engaging and interactive and have fun! I'll nudge the plot along at various times/offer delicious exposition, but feel free to go up to things and poke them with sticks, and basically have the RP move along in a direction you think would work. Interact with other characters, particularly if they're trying to get involved, and make sure you respond to interactions towards you! I guess the "have fun" is optional, but encouraged.

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Characters

User	Name	Pokégear	(http://i.imgur.com/SSo3msb.png)	Pokémon
echo	Brandy Padilla (http://pkmn.net/forums/index.php?topic=105742.msg2392200#msg2392200)	Grey	(http://i.imgur.com/Tv9Cjed.png)	Nosepass
Shrub	Nancy Thropp (http://pkmn.net/forums/index.php?topic=105742.msg2392205#msg2392205)	Pink	(http://i.imgur.com/QMJjtqw.png)	Exeggcute
Bad Wolf	Checo Mendoza (http://pkmn.net/forums/index.php?topic=105742.msg2392209#msg2392209)	Yellow	(http://i.imgur.com/Gd0PT2S.png)	Makuhita
Shaymin	Quinn Brewer (http://pkmn.net/forums/index.php?topic=105742.msg2392237#msg2392237)	White	(http://i.imgur.com/y2poMMP.png)	Swirlix
Inferna	Skye Logan (http://pkmn.net/forums/index.php?topic=105742.msg2392244#msg2392244)	Green	(http://i.imgur.com/NOlpVHT.png)	Spinarak
Danatales	Toby Kozlov (http://pkmn.net/forums/index.php?topic=105742.msg2392249#msg2392249)	Orange	(http://i.imgur.com/sH6JYLV.png)	Slugma
Hahex and Oshawott	Luke San (http://pkmn.net/forums/index.php?topic=105742.msg2392719#msg2392719)	Purple	(http://i.imgur.com/HoznCOG.png)	Drifloon
Sebastian Moran	Ruben Leger (http://pkmn.net/forums/index.php?topic=105742.msg2392258#msg2392258)	Black	(http://i.imgur.com/2t2vKsA.png)	Shellder

for the purposes of this RP all pokémon will evolve by levelling up and have similar total power/levelling points.
not that we're sticking to rigid Level Up and Movesets anyway.
but i trust you all to be sensible when it comes to moves. no fire blasts and hyper beams to start off with, because i am a killjoy.

Title: Re: Pokémon Generico [P][J]
Post by: Wolstenholme on August 24, 2014, 02:00

Save me a spot, please, chief! (it's a bit late to be making a form rn - need to sleep)

Title: Re: Pokémon Generico [P][J]
Post by: Kpyna on August 24, 2014, 04:10

Name: Brandy Padilla
Age, gender: 20, Female
Looks: Brandy is a little short, measuring in at only five feet, three inches. She tries to make up for her size with long, girly blonde hair, that flows about halfway down her back, and has the weakest signs of waves bending through it. Her eyes are dark blue, contrasting her fair skin and fair hair. She's always wearing at least a touch of makeup to prevent her face from being just a sheet of white. She's muscular, and thus has a stocky build. For clothing, she wears a gray v-neck, dark blue jeans, and gray converse-style shoes. Her ears flaunt small dangling rhinestone earrings.
Personality: Brandy is pretty outgoing and adventurous, and isn't afraid to put herself out there. She knows that her mental and physical strength can get her through most obstacles, and therefore is rarely afraid to take something on. She's been involved with a variety of sports, from horseback riding, to tennis, to snowboarding -- she likes to keep busy as often as she can. Sometimes she can come off a bit too strong, and she can be a bit bothersome and stubborn when a problem arises, as she has a bit too much confidence in her own ideas and abilities at times.
Pokémon Number: Going for 10!
Intro post:

Brandy's bedroom door opened, and Brandy emerged from her room, all dressed and ready to begin her day. None of her roommates seemed to be up yet, which was odd. Not even Millie is awake yet, and usually she's up at the crack of dawn... oh well... Brandy could remember Dave mentioning he was going out, so he was probably hungover in bed. And maybe, today was just going to be an odd day.

She slapped together some cereal, and sat down at her small kitchen table. In front of her, she noticed a high tech looking piece of technology. As much as she would have liked to have put some cereal into her starving belly, she was curious about what the watch-thing was. Dave hardly knows how to work a computer, and Millie would never get anything that wasn't black or army green... She reached over, and decided to take a peak at it. Maybe Dave brought someone over, and Brandy just didn't hear her. Hm... she thought, pressing a button on the side. It lit up with some calibration information, that Brandy couldn't be bothered to figure out, especially if it didn't belong to her.

However, when Brandy went to go and place it down again, she noticed a note was facing her. It clearly read, Meet us at the park. Maybe that's where everyone went...? Brandy thought, shoveling some corn flakes into her mouth. She finished up as quickly as possible, folded the note, put it in her pocket, and then grabbed the gadget along with her keys. She unlocked her door, and stepped into the hallway. Today was certainly going to be an odd day.

Title: Re: Pokémon Generico [P][J]
Post by: The Shrub Dragon on August 24, 2014, 09:09

Name: Nancy Thropp
Age, gender: 17, Female
Looks: Nancy is tall and sullen looking, with a dark fringe that just barely brushes at her eyebrows, and a long nose that looms over a very glossed pair of lips. She has very tanned skin and a dark mole on her right cheekbone. Her eyes are very dark brown and narrow enough that she feels she has to compensate with full eye makeup (which does not go unnoticed by teachers). She’s rakishly thin and slightly looming and she wears denim shorts just longer than her fingertips, though not her fingernails, and a cropped jersey over a shell pink t-shirt with cheap wedge sandals that only seek to exacerbate her height.
Personality: Contrary to what her excessive vanity may suggest, Nancy tries to be as accommodating of other people as possible, which sometimes conflicts with a hot-headed streak that runs through her with vigour and usually ends in her going off in a strop for a little while. She’s confident around other people, but functions via a ‘do as I say, not as I do’ policy as she admits to acting irresponsibly under pressure. In the past, she has met requests to try things out of her comfort zone with outright refusal and has gotten into trouble for it in the past. 
Pokémon Number: Number 8.
Intro post: Three cans of Red Bull – that had to be why everything felt so off. The last one had been at half seven, mind, so the caffeine running through her was probably on its last hour by now.  Even so, Nancy didn’t like it at all; she was beginning to hear things. Just little things: the soft hum of Calliope Music and a gentle static. It was okay, she supposed – the Calliope music had a soft lull to it that almost brought her straight to sleep, until something else crackled to life and took her completely off guard.

“Yes, it’s a problem.”  Nancy blinked awake. Scratch putting it all down to Red Bull; this was something else.  Symcat, she recalled, was a good symptom checker, and so was Everyday Health.

"Things have split too far, I'm sorry to say. But we managed to get on the right side of the divide, and not a moment too soon. Now we can make a difference. A new life. A new start. What I've always wanted."  Nancy listened to the radio intently.  Normally, she’d be the first to say that she loved the sound of her own voice, but the tinny sound of ‘Little Miss Nancy Thropp’ being mature and – God, she couldn’t tell what else she sounded like.  It didn’t sound very good, though, and she didn’t like it at all.

Soft light was beginning to filter through her curtains, and she shut her eyes against it.  Everything was weird enough without actually having to acknowledge that this was happening, and that things were genuinely wrong.  She rolled over to face the wall and pulled her duvet over her head.  That was better; no light and she could only barely hear the radio now.

"It's going to be a beautiful day in my neighbourhood."

Christ.

(I'm really dumb and have just realised that I'm going on holiday tomorrow but I'll be back on Wednesday so if I'm inactive for a bit once you start it's not because I'm physically unable to commit to something for more than an hour, it's just because I'm dumb)

Title: Re: Pokémon Generico [P][J]
Post by: Wolstenholme on August 24, 2014, 11:58

I know if I hadn't reserved at least 70 people would have attempted to join in the night so I was basically just reserving it until I woke up and could actually think.

Name: Cecilio Mendoza. Known as 'Checo' - It's cooler than Cecilio.
Age, gender: Male, 19.
Looks: Checo is an attractive young man despite his height. He is shorter than most every other man he meets but fortunately not shorter than some of the ladies. He stands, then, at about 5"5 with quite a stocky build. His skin is tanned to a healthy and unblemished honey glow. Checo has fair hair, a similar colour to his skin. The hair is soft and makes a small quiff curling back from his forehead. He also has present facial hair in a small goatee and tash that shape his even features - brown eyes, rounded nose and a smallish mouth. As a general rule, Checo wears plain polo shirts and jeans but sometimes sports a matching baseball cap. He has an unseen tattoo on his inner arm, a black silhouette of a tiger (this is less a looks thing, as no one will see it, more of a personality thing, so much to say that he's the type of guy who would get a tattoo).
Personality: Checo brims with self-confidence, possibly more than he needs - although he is blissfully unaware - making him occasionally seem slightly obnoxious or ignorant. Checo maintains a charming exterior but can be blind to the emotions of others. Checo does have other interests, surprising though that is, he is a borne curious explorer and enjoys finding solutions. He embraces team work and being around others rather than working alone. What Checo isn't a particular fan of is technology. When using a computer or other modern contraptions Checo has learnt lessons about exploring with settings because he once managed break his computer (he still does not understand how) and had to get a new one. When it comes to technology, Checo will stick to simple commands and go no further without asking others. For this reason, Checo has never played Pokemon but is aware of its existence through some of his friends.
Pokémon Number: 4.
Intro post:
Checo woke up early as always - he never woke up late otherwise there would be less of the day to enjoy - and splashed water at his face ready for the action packed day he had planned. He carefully ironed his yellow polo shirt and put it on along with a pair of jeans and his yellow baseball cap since it was summer.

When Checo entered the open plan kitchen/lounge/dining room area of his one bedroom apartment he immediately knew that something was wrong. The radio was on, and this never happened as Checo didn't have time for sitting and listening to old fogies speak about boring things - Checo was a 'without breakfast' guy. He went to turn the radio off when he noticed something else very wrong. The person on the radio had a very familiar voice, Checo's own voice. "Things have split too far, I'm sorry to say. But we managed to get on the right side of the divide, and not a moment too soon. Now we can make a difference. A new life. A new start. What I've always wanted." Huh? What exactly was it talking about? Checo shook his head and turned the radio off anyway.

Turning around to close and lock the door as he left the house, Checo noticed something else. What now? I'm already late! He raged inwardly. But this seemed like it could be more important that his outing. The contraption - it looked like some sort of hi-tec watch - sat on the coffee table with a quickly scrawled note in Checo's own writing. The note had instructed him to meet 'us' at the park and Checo's curiosity had peaked, he simply had to find out what was going on. He stuffed the contraption and note in his satchel and ran out of the house without locking the door, although that didn't matter, there was a strange lack of people anyway.

Title: Re: Pokémon Generico [P][J]
Post by: Shaymin on August 24, 2014, 19:26

Name: Quinn Brewer
Age, gender: 20, male
Looks: Quinn is the quintessential (haha) tall, lanky gamer bro. His skin is pale and he's got a messy, curly mop of ginger hair that he hates looking after. His skin is mottled with freckles and his bright blue eyes are framed by large glasses, which he actually needs. His usual attire is a black long sleeved shirt with some sort of gaming reference shirt on top, which is currently a purple shirt with "People Like Grapes" (http://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0228/9021/products/People-like-grapes_large.jpg?v=1377903298) on it. He wears comfortable, dark jeans and big red hi tops. God, what a nerd.
Personality: Quinn is a shy kid, if you could call him a kid. He prefers solitude, and is very much an introvert. Quinn does, however, become an excitable idiot when he makes friends with people - and even if it takes time and energy he can prove to be a valuable friend. Quinn can be defensive - but being tall, skinny and ginger to boot has meant for most of his life he has had to be defensive from the cruelty of other people his age. He's a follower, not a leader, and will usually defer judgement of important things to others rather than make the tough decision himself.
Pokémon Number: gimme the pink white number 9
Intro post:

All that stuff the radio had said had to be bogus, right?

"Gran?" Quinn slowly emerged from his room, pushing his messy hair from his face and pushing his glasses up his nose. There was no reply. Was she okay? Maybe she'd hurt herself. Maybe she'd just popped out for a cigarette. Yeah. That was the explanation.

Dressing and wandering downstairs, he browsed through the fridge and pulled out a cold slice of pizza, munching on it lazily. That was when he turned and spotted the funny looking watch on his table. Scratching his head, he swallowed the pizza in his mouth and looked curiously at it. That looked... familiar.

He approached it cautiously. It couldn't be his Gran's - daft old bird hated technology. She could barely change channels on the tv, let alone work something that was that complex looking. There was a note next to it - in his handwriting? - 'Meet us in the park.'. Gross. That meant going outside. Picking  up the watch - was it a watch? - he slipped it in to the pocket of his jeans and grumbled, picking up his keys and leaving the house. This had better be worth it - he was wasting precious coding and gaming time!

Title: Re: Pokémon Generico [P][J]
Post by: Inferna on August 24, 2014, 21:01

((woo form time! Thought I'd do it now bc I'm getting eye drops later and will most likely be blind for a while lmao))

Name: Skye Logan
Age, gender: 20, female
Looks: Skye is quite petite and slim. She has wavy light brown hair that sits on her back. 90% of the time it is usually tied up in a ponytail. She has a short blunt fringe that frames her small face. She still has a dinky little nose and a slightly squint smile. Her complexion is a little on the pale side, but she usually has on a light tone of foundation to brighten her skin. Skye's eyes are a green colour, leaning towards the colour brown.
Skye dresses in a thick woolly pink and black speckled jumper, tight skinny jeans and a pair of floral canvas boots with her jeans tucked into them. Occasionally she wears a cream woolly hat. She is one of those people who dresses in "jumper weather" all year.
Personality: As cliche as it sounds, Skye very much fits her name because she's always day dreaming or not really paying attention to much. She gets lost in her own thoughts or fantasies. This tends to cause people to think she is cold or rude. Despite her aloof nature, Skye is actually a very warm and friendly person and loves meeting new people. One of the things that go hand in hand with daydreaming is overthinking. Skye can be extremely indecisive and is not someone you'd rely on in an emergency. Even simple decisions seem to faze her like: "Would you like to go to burger king or MacDonalds?" So due to that Skye wouldn't make the greatest of leaders.
Pokémon Number: 5
Intro post: *do my intro later*

Title: Re: Pokémon Generico [P][J]
Post by: Danatales on August 24, 2014, 22:30

Name: Toby Kozlov
Age, gender: 19, Male
Looks: 5'6" and very chubby, Toby is not exactly a "catch", nor does he really care. His has plump cheeks, a round noise, and his face is often quite stubbly. He black gauges in his ears that he loves. He has short, dark brown hair that's often slicked back and a little spiky, and rich, deep brown eyes to match. His skin has a light brownness to him, denoting his Moroccan heritage. He has large hands that he usually keeps them shoved into his jacket pockets. His favored outfits are usually heavy hoodies and dark colored jeans, and usually a well-worn pair of sneakers to match. His face is often set in a lightly-annoyed scowl.
Personality: Toby is a very grumpy person. He has a stressed relationship with his family that's often got him on edge and irritable. Snide and quiet, he can usually be spotted on the fringes of the room rolling his eyes and grumbling a little whenever someone makes a comment he deems stupid. Toby's often seen with a cigarette in his mouth, and stress smokes fairly often. Before this bizarre radio incident he used to sell pills and other unsavory goods around his college campus to help pay for school. For all his grumpiness, though, Toby is fond of the people he considers friends and is highly intelligent, especially in his areas of expertise: art history and classic heavy metal, which he could ramble on about for hours in excitement. He dislikes seeing people sad or lost and tries to offer some advice, but he's not really the best at it.
He's never played Pokemon himself, but one of his closer friends did pretty frequently, so he learned a lot about it through friend osmosis. He does love animals, though.
Pokémon Number: Lucky #3!
Pokemon: Slugma - Male (Caravaggio)
Intro post:

I'm high. That's what happened. High or I'm still asleep.

Toby staggered out of his room, combing back his hair with thick fingers and groaning quietly. He had been sound asleep when his radio had kicked on and left him with what had to have been one of the weirdest things he'd ever listened to: his own voice, rambling about new life and a beautiful day and sounding completely out of his damn mind. It'd woken Toby up and left completely baffled, left to assume sometime last night he must have taken some of his own sales materials before going to bed.

He checked his phone, hoping maybe it wasn't just him who'd been woken up by the weird radio message. Sadly, though, the only recent messages he could see was the conversation he'd been having back and forth with B before going to bed, the grumbling and complaining about how he was supposed to go to his mom's house today and pick up some of his stuff she was going to throw out into the street otherwise. Toby frowned, shoving his phone back into his pocket. So he was alone, then. Alone in the early hours of the day and feeling like gravel was stuffed into his eyes. I was supposed to get up early today, he thought bitterly. Well, this time of morning was early, wasn't it?

As he walked into the kitchen, he noted things seemed a bit...eerily quiet. Usually his grandparents could be heard shifting and snoring from their bedroom down the hall, but tonight the world around him seemed dead. He passed by the dining room table, and paused suddenly. "...What the hell?" he whispered, coming over. On the table was some watch-looking device, a high-tech object he knew his grandparents hadn't bought. There was something next to it, a note, too. Meet us at the park.

"...When did I write this?" Toby blinked, brow furrowing as he picked up the machine and turned it over in his hand. The note was in his handwriting. The radio had been in his voice. And now there was....this thing. He felt a bit overwhelmed. God, maybe I should go to the park then.  Obviously he wouldn't have written it if it wasn't important. So, carefully shoving the small machine in his pocket, Toby went to the door, still fairly convinced he was a bit under the influence of something or other. He went out in the unnervingly still day, and hoped the walk would clear his head.

Title: Re: Pokémon Generico [P][J]
Post by: Sebastian Moran on August 25, 2014, 00:41

/gasps

yes that is five (5) forms accepted out of five! confetti for everyone. 
and also i enjoyed reading them, which is a good sign.

Quote from: Shaymin on August 24, 2014, 19:26

gimme the pink number 9

worth pointing out that #9 is the white one, though. although it is a bit pink i guess, it might be my laptop. it's less pink than the pink one though. which was taken already. maybe you had a lucky escape.

Quote from: Lalice of Shrubs on August 24, 2014, 09:09

(I'm really dumb and have just realised that I'm going on holiday tomorrow but I'll be back on Wednesday so if I'm inactive for a bit once you start it's not because I'm physically unable to commit to something for more than an hour, it's just because I'm dumb)

why i outta /shakes fist 
nah it is fine, i have no idea what speed this thing will move at so we will Agree to make a group effort to bundle Nancy along with us until you return, instead of leaving her in a tree or something. 

Quote from: Inferna on August 24, 2014, 21:01

((Can you save me a spot plz Mark? I'll get my form done later tonight or tommorow.))

yes i will Allow that, partly because i managed to be a whole day late with the character form for my own RP thread, which is slightly impressive. 
 
speaking of which, a Form i shall post now. 
excitingly, it looks like we will have TWO gingers. i think that's a bingo.

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Name: Ruben Leger
Age, gender: 21 and male

Looks: Pretentious and ginger. Appears to style himself like some kind of artist, with his beard, piercings, cigarettes and dark clothing. Unfortunately his freckles somewhat ruin the effect, as well as the fact that he has no artistic talent whatsoever. He doesn't even have green eyes to match the rest of his colouring, just blue ones, although he is pale enough that he looks like he'd burst into flames in the daylight.
Ruben's of medium height (5'11") and build, having that weird shape where somebody is skinny and flabby at the same time, and has several tattoos, most of which are covered by his black long-sleeved jacket or fingerless gloves.
Along with those he wears a (black) newsboy cap, jeans which have seen better days, some unassuming shirt (red today) and trainers which have worn down to an ambiguous grey. In his opinion, his hair clashes with any more adventurous colours, even safely restrained under his hat (expect remarkable hat hair to lurk beneath).
I have an image of him (http://i.imgur.com/4YhDIK1.png), for added excitement. Ha ha nerd.

Personality: So not an artist, but melodramatic enough to be one. Ruben tends to curse his bad luck even before something bad happens to him, ready to get a head start on panicking about things. Paranoid is too strong a word, but he's certainly suspicious of people and things, particularly if they're new. He's the sort of person who enjoys horror and urban legends, while at the same time getting easily terrified.
On the plus side, he's quite dynamic. Even with the lack of artistic ability, he will still give things a go, and doesn't give up easily. Expect obstacles to be ploughed through, so long as he can complain about it while doing so. And also complain about everything and everyone else, because it's anything but his own fault when his methods are ineffective.
 
Pokémon: Shellder
Intro post is all the way down here (http://pkmn.net/forums/index.php?topic=105742.msg2393556#msg2393556).
 

Title: Re: Pokémon Generico [P][J]
Post by: Shaymin on August 28, 2014, 09:39

also you may have to skip me for the next fourish days cause i'll be in scotland with about 0 internet B:

Title: Re: Pokémon Generico [P][J]
Post by: The Shrub Dragon on September 01, 2014, 10:59

it might have been a good idea to've let you all know i was back when i came back so uh


i;m back i've got internet

Title: Re: Pokémon Generico [P][J]
Post by: Hahex and Oshawott on September 01, 2014, 14:53

Name: Luke San
Age, gender: 17, Male
Looks: Where he comes from he may be considered pretty tall, but by Western standards he's only of an average-ish height. Lanky, then, may not be the correct word to describe him but he isn't especially strong, physically. Not an attractive skinniness, but a sort of slightly malnourished kind.

Luke dislikes long haircuts, and the local barbershop can really take their time, so often it can grow very messily before getting it cut. Usually about round when it reaches his eyes, so never longer than that (although he often cuts his fringe himself to prolong getting it cut properly).

He needs glasses for reading but otherwise keeps them off (but his opticians recommend him to keep them on at all times). They're simply a square-rimmed black pair, the cheapest in the store, but with all the anti-glare filter shenanigans. Everyday, he usually defaults to wearing the same pair of faded jeans and grey fleece, zipped up all the way, even on the warmest days.
Personality: Quiet, but polite among strangers. Tries not to draw too much attention to himself and has difficulties maintaining a conversation with new people (but then who doesn't?) There are not many people that Luke feels totally comfortable with opening up to. His younger brother is one of them.

Although he spends most of his time studying, he would much rather be playing video games. At least that was true, once upon a time, but the last game he ever played was Pokemon Gold, which was a very very long time ago. Nowadays, he keeps himself much too occupied with his studies. He's entered a critical stage in his studies, after all.  But at the end of the day, Luke enjoys some piano practise, to some mixed responses from his neighbours.
Pokémon Number: Although Luke doesn't believe in luck, if he had a lucky number it would be 7. So there we go.
Intro post: As Luke finished a page of his notes, he heard a soft music coming from somewhere. Perhaps his brother was still somehow still up and practising the piano. It was getting late for him and he had to be ready for the school the next day. Just as he was about to get up to get his brother to bed, Luke stopped as he heard something else.

"Yes, it's a problem."

The music wasn't from downstairs, the piece was far too complex for little Mark to be playing it. And the voice certainly didn't come from the living room. It was from the radio alarm clock that your parents had gotten you for your 14th birthday.
"Things have split too far, I'm sorry to say. But we managed to get on the right side of the divide, and not a moment too soon. Now we can make a difference. A new life. A new start. What I've always wanted."
Luke had definitely heard the voice before, but had no idea who it could belong to. Unless... He hit himself for not realizing sooner. It was certainly his own voice. But it didn't sound like a recording (how could it? He'd never spoken those words before). His mind, inspired by talk of the divide, immediately rushed to ideas of time travel and parallel universes, but he knew that surely it couldn't be right. Aside from the fact that any theories regarding them were extremely lacklustre, Luke knew for certain that even though he had never said those words, he had thought about similar things, in a daydream. It sounded like the radio was echoing his deepest thoughts.

The sun began to shine through Luke's curtain blinds, even though it had only just turned midnight not two minutes ago. Perhaps the clock on his radio was broken? He turned back to his bedside table. Sure enough, the red LEDs showed 00:02. The music stopped. Actually, it had stopped a while ago, but it felt like it took everything with it. The hum of his laptop wasn't there, the sound and buzz of electricity wasn't there, the creaking of the floorboards as the temperature dropped wasn't there. There was complete and utter silence, but Luke only registered that on a very surface level, as he looked out his window.

His parents alone owned two cars for the whole family and often had problems looking for places to park on the fairly populous road they lived on. But now, not a single one was to be seen. Even if the birds were just as confused as Luke, they should at least be up and singing. Or were they still asleep somehow? What time was it supposed to be?

"It's going to be a beautiful day in my neighbourhood."

Neighbourhood? That was odd, Luke had never thought much about his neighbourhood before. His neighbours on one side would always be complaining about his late night practise, although the others didn't seem to mind much. But to talk about neighbourhood would be a strange thing to mention so off-handedly. Maybe he was just being melodramatic when he thought about how the radio mirrored his soul and dreams. It does sound like sophistic nonsense, thinking back.

His brother was usually still up at this time, reading manga under the covers. Luke rushed across the corridor to his room. He had an uncomfortable feeling in his gut. He opened the door and practically threw the duvet off his brother's desk. There was nothing  there, not even a book. He looked under the bed. A mess, for sure, but no living being. Inside the wardrobes? A neat row of shirts but that was about it. Perhaps he needed to use the bathroom? That was the room next to this one. The light wasn't on, but maybe the sun was already up when Mark needed to go. Luke took a deep breath and knocked. No response. He slammed the door open, finding it unlocked. And, needless to say, also empty.

Panic began to set in, a feeling that Luke wasn't entirely used to. He rushed up the next set of stairs to his parent's room. Usually, he would knock before entering and wouldn't dare of disturbing them at this time, but Luke simply didn't care any more. Once again, he threw the door open to find a neatly made bed in front of him. Luke had seen the lack of cars, felt the unnerving stillness and found no one else. It was unlike him to rush to conclusions, but he was quite possibly alone.

Back down the stairs, into the main room. At least this time, he was prepared for the shock.

The room was of course, meticulously clean. Luke's mother always cleaned it rigorously after every meal. The table shone with a certain gleam to it. Without thinking, Luke wandered over towards the piano on the other side, but not before catching a flash of green in the corner of his eye. There, on the kitchen counter. Some sort of strange device, reminiscent of those android watches that Luke was reading about a while back. But it looked a little clunky in comparison, certainly not designed within the last couple of years. But more importantly was the note left next to it. Luke picked it up. He couldn't read it straight away, but he could recognise that scrawl anywhere. It was his own messy handwriting, like Onix tracks as his brother would often remind him.

Meet us in the park, it read.

Onix tracks... Luke inspected the watch a little further. 12:25. A memory stirred in his brain.
"Ah, of course. Then, this could be interesting. But I wish you were here as well. This is the cruel fate that I've been assigned, I suppose."

He jammed the watch and note in his pocket, along with his glasses. He picked up his fleece off the coat hanger and slipped on his trainers. He tied up his laces and zipped up.

"I imagine where I'm going, I won't need keys. But I hope that when I finally get back, I can trust you to open the door for me, once again."

Luke still remembered the way to the park, even though he hadn't actually been inside it for around ten years. Was that right? He hadn't been since he was seven years old? What a sad childhood. He stepped foot outside the door, and into the light.

Title: Re: Pokémon Generico [P][J]
Post by: Danatales on September 10, 2014, 06:01

so hey what exactly is the status of this RP? I just noticed it's been like... 2+ weeks since it was initially posted and there's been no other info. Is it still going to start at some point? I'm honestly just curious 8U

Title: Re: Pokémon Generico [P][C]
Post by: Sebastian Moran on September 13, 2014, 16:40

yeah sorry that was my bad D: 
i've had to sort some stuff out in "real life", whatever that is, hence the lack of activity. 
 
bUT pokemon have been allocated! everyone has been accepted! the post has been made! we are off!
if anyone has second thoughts about this RP (given that there's been a massive gap and some people may be going back to school and things), then please just let me know/post here. 
 
one day i will master the art of non-rambly posts. but not today.

let's do this thing!!! finally.

pokemon have been edited into the first post. go and have a look, and maybe wish that you'd picked another number (too late now).
you can however put them in your form if you'd like, and give them a name and other sorts of things to flesh them out.

---

It took Ruben a few moments to decipher the chicken-scratchings on the note, which revived a terrifying memory of trying to revise for exams in years gone past. On the occasions where he'd used his own notes, anyway. It-- somebody-- he himself wanted him to meet up with somebody, or something, in the park. Of course.

He gave the watch-like device a glance, held in his other hand as though he was trying to figure out which of the two objects made the least sense. At least the little machine didn't seem to be doing much to unnerve him. Aside from popping into existance in the first place.

Decisively, Ruben crumpled the note into a ball, but kept a hold of it. Really it was the only guide he had as to what was going on, and could even lead to an explanation. If it didn't, he was going to be annoyed. More so than he was already getting. The black watch gizmo went in one pocket-- for some reason he didn't trust it enough to wear it-- and the ball of paper went in the other.

Locking the door on leaving was probably optimistic. Every bend and crossroad in the street prompted him to stop and look around, as though he might spot somebody else after all, but that only confirmed the quiet, and gave his brain ample time to run through explanations. Maybe there had been a flooding of toxic gas, or a disease that he'd managed to miss completely. There could have been an evacuation. Maybe he'd slept for years.

He had just managed to think the word "zombies?" when he reached the park, but there still seemed to be nobody about. He walked a little further forward just to be sure, able to see buildings crowding around the grass on almost every side. Starting to shake and needing something to occupy his hands, Ruben reached in his pockets for a cigarette and lighter. The pack dragged out the watch he'd put in and forgotten about, and it fell onto the grass before he could catch it.

The knock to the ground turned the device from "useless" to "weird", lighting up and beeping like an alarm. Trying not to drop anything, he picked it up and started pressing buttons, but nothing happened. Instead, a small map showed up: that green shape had to be the park where he was now, a little black dot almost in its centre. And the other, different-coloured dots moving closer were...?

Ruben looked around, and by the time he had glanced back a small, red X had appeared, close by to where his marker was. And the other dots were still closing in on him, so he started walking.

If he had been expecting something grand, like a podium, beam of light, or maybe even a nice focal point like the park's fountain, he would have been disappointed. Luckily, he didn't know what to think, and so Ruben's only reaction to the small, frankly pathetic-looking sapling which was apparently the reason for all this fuss was: "What."

The little tree was maybe five foot tall, with a few skinny leaves and weak-looking branches, sagging under the weight of its fruit. If that even was fruit: there were eight of them, all different colours, and wait that one near the top was growing and didn't look anything like any fruit at all, white and black and metallic and getting heavier until it snapped clean off, dropping to the ground and splitting open in a flash of white light.

And then something materialised in his arms, and it was licking his face, and he actually, horrifyingly, screamed.

Title: Re: Pokémon Generico [P][C]
Post by: Danatales on September 14, 2014, 01:17

((fwee! I'm glad this cool idea isn't dead in the water or anything ;u; VERY EXCITED LET'S DO THIS))

The walk was not clearing Toby's head. Not in the least. As he glanced down the empty streets on the way to the park he felt dread drooping further and further into his stomach. Is everyone dead? Christ, am I dead? Did I die in my sleep and this is hell or something? He thought nervously. Reaching in his hoodie pocket, Toby groped around until he found his cigarettes, hastily retrieving one and his lighter. Popping it in his mouth, he ducked his head down and flicked the lighter, igniting it and allowing him to take in one long, satisfied inhale.

Feeling a bit more calmed now, Toby huffed out a long stream of smoke, walking slowly and alertly. He knew the park wasn't much further now. He reached down into his other pocket and pulled out the device he'd found on his table along with the note. Frankly, he wasn't sure what it was. It was a lovely shade of orange, but looked too high tech to just be a watch. he tapped at it with finger, curious if it had an on-switch or anything. He breathed a laugh, recalling a friend of his who loved taking machines like this apart. He'd have a field day with this thing...

As he stepped foot on the first tinges of the park's grass, though, Toby's mind was torn from investigating the device and immediately focused on a new curiosity: the sound of screaming. Jerking his head up, he was surprised to see he could see...someone in the middle of the park, a faint figure, in front of something smaller and clearly not a person. He blinked, cigarette nearly tumbling from his lips. Is that who I'm supposed to meet?

He hustled forward now, moving as quick as he fat body could. He made it quite a few paces before the orange device in his hand started beeping. Loudly. With a yelp Toby nearly threw the thing across the grass in surprise, but thankfully he managed to hold onto it. Heartbeat thumping rapidly now, he held it up and noted it had turned on, its screen displaying a splotch of green that had to be the park. And...a tiny dot of orange...was that him?

Examining this further he walked, Toby noted he was approaching a black dot near a red X on the screen. Glancing back up, he licked his lips, figuring that was the figure he'd been seeing. But what was that red X? He moved faster, also spying a slew of other colored dots approaching the park as well. What the hell is going on? He thought.

Finally, he was close enough to see what he deducted to be the source of the scream. It was another young man, only a few feet away, and there was a....thing in his hands, licking him. Unfortunately, Toby barely had enough time to process this before he noticed what he figured had been the red X: a bizarre baby tree, sagging with even more bizarre rounded fruits. Or, were they fruits, really? Toby stumbled forward a few steps, looking at the tree in wonder, and his eyes fell upon an orange orb nestled amidst he scraggly branches, growing bigger and bigger suddenly, clearly no fruit he'd ever seen.

Then the orange orb grew so large it popped right off the tree, and hit the ground with a solid thunk, before bursting open in a flash of light that Toby never would have expected.

And then he was shielding his face, a wave of massive heat before him suddenly, the smell of burnt grass assaulting his nostrils. When he finally pulled his hand away and saw what had burst from the weird tree orb, the only sound he could make was a frightened and vaguely disgusted 'eeugh?!'

He still felt heavily uncertain that he wasn't high.

Title: Re: Pokémon Generico [P][C]
Post by: Hahex and Oshawott on September 14, 2014, 02:57

As Luke walked around the fencing along the park, he considered what had happened to him so far. Strange radio broadcasts, sudden changes in the sky and the mysterious disappearance of what seemed to be everyone other than him. He focused on the last point. The main question is, has everyone in the world disappeared or is it only a local phenomenon? Where did they all go off to?

Had they all died then surely there'd be at least bodies or something left. The dead don't walk, after all. Luke pushed away thoughts of zombies to the back of his head, but still held on to it there, just in case. Otherwise, there was little other remotely plausible explanation as to what could have happened. It also doesn't explain the differences of all vehicles in the road. Had everyone for some reason spontaneously decided to drive off to somewhere, then surely there'd be traffic for miles. Luke had been out the day before running errands for his parents, and certainly saw the majority of cars on the road as he came back in. He didn't hear his family leave in the evening, but even then he saw his mother at about 9 pm the previous night. At the very most, they had to be three to four hours away by car. That's enough to get a fair distance away from the house. But considering the congestion that all the missing cars would create...

No, Luke couldn't make sense of the situation. Perhaps he was merely dreaming, but everything certainly seemed real so-

His train of thought was interrupted by shouting coming from the park.
Other people? I might not be on my own after all. Wait, Mark?

He broke into a small sprint towards the gate, and turned in. He almost slipped on a damp patch on the pavement as he swerved in, and stopped to balance himself. There was a noise to his side as he slowed down, and Luke looked to see if he dropped anything from his pockets. He only kicked over a rock in his haste, but he still found himself with his hands in his pockets. It grasped around the device from his kitchen. Luke took it out to check how long it took him to walk over. But of course, the screen no longer displayed the time any more. He found that out when he checked it half way down the road outside his home. It showed a map with a black cross in the centre, with several different coloured dots surrounding it. As he walked down, he figured that it was displaying some sort of map, and the purple dot seemed to indicate his own marker, as it moved at roughly the same time and direction he did.

At the moment, the black and orange dots were the only ones in close proximity to the cross.
Then, the other dots must also correspond to other people. That's what seems to be the case at the moment, but I shouldn't rush to conclusions.
He put the device back into his pocket and moved on, slightly more carefully this time, but still with urgency. The cross seemed to point towards the centre of the park, so he continued walking in that direction.

Suddenly, there was a bright flash of light and Luke felt a wave of heat wash over him. In the direction where the life came from was a man, perhaps a little older than himself. But more noticeable was what was next to him. Some sort of red, slug-looking monster that almost looked like it was made from lava itself. A vague "Eeuugh" sound came from the man as he looked in panic.

Luke walked towards the slug and the man, choosing to open a conversation with his first human contact of the day with, "Excuse me."

As he walked over, he noticed another ginger guy to the other side of a weirdly short tree. He seemed to be pre-occupied with a strange fluffy ball of cotton candy((EDIT: I'm an idiot ;_;)) clam licking his face.

He sighed to himself, mentally.
This day only gets stranger and stranger.

Title: Re: Pokémon Generico [P][C]
Post by: Danatales on September 14, 2014, 04:36

It took Toby a minute to even realize he was being approached. He was focused on the.....thing in front of him. It was some kind of animal, he was guessing, but nothing like he'd ever encountered before. The heat billowing off of it was tremendous, which made sense, seeing as it looked to be made entirely of...lava? Well, except for its eyes, its bulbous golden eyes with tiny little pupils staring right at him and blinking slightly off from each other. It looked to be glowing red hot, bits of its lava body dripping onto the already scorched grass.

It was disgusting.

"Ohhhh my God!" Toby finally figured out how to make words again, shaking his head a few times as if this were a dream and he was going to wake up and this flaming slug wasn't going to be in front of him. Alas, this was reality and the abomination was still there. Blinking at him, as if expecting something. Toby spat his smoke onto the ground and snuffed it out with his foot. This isn't real. This...I'm so high right now. That's it. I took every last thing in my stash last night. Only reasonable explanation.

Just then, Toby realized someone was watching him, and he whirled around just as the person spoke out a single "Excuse me." Eyes wide, it took Toby a moment to calm himself back down. He examined the boy speaking to him, craning his neck up a little to meet the taller boy's eyes. He was a skinny type, super short hair, fairly average looking. Toby noted he didn't have any bizarre abominations on him, unlike the man a few paces away from them, with that weird purple thing licking his face. He shuddered.

After a moment, Toby felt a tinge of irritation go through him. Who was this guy? Couldn't he see Toby was having a dilemma of his own? He looked down at the orange device still in his hand, still displaying an image on the screen. To his surprise he spied a small purple dot right next to his orange one. He looked back up at the other boy.

"...You have one of these?" he asked after a minute, holding up the device. As he did so, the lava slug chose that moment to become slowly creeping over towards him, leaving a wake of burned earth after it. Toby glanced over, saw it, and yelped, rocketing backwards, "H-hey! GeT THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!" He snorted and moved back about a foot, watching as the slug blinked at him and paused, before tilting its head in a remarkable inquisitive gesture.

Breathing quickly, Toby looked at the other boy again, "These...machine...watch things. You have one too?"

Title: Re: Pokémon Generico [P][C]
Post by: Wolstenholme on September 14, 2014, 10:16

Checo was still running as he neared the park, his eyes still darting around to see if there were other people around. There wasn't any sign of life as such until Checo had almost found the centre of the park. He did a double take as he looked at the two figures and the two strange creatures in front of them. The body language of the two, men, he assumed, was odd - they seemed to be in fear or feeling disgusted at the creatures before them.

Checo got a closer look at the men from behind a tree, they were standing around what seemed to be the sapling of a tree. He was unsure whether to investigate further as this would inevitably mean standing up his friends. But that was just it: where were they? Where were all of the other people? Was this a joke? Checo presumed that because he had been asked to come to this park then he was probably going to have to go through the nightmare ordeal that the other two men - they could have easily been described as boys too, they were, like Checo, in between.

If his friends had disappeared like all of the other people then it wouldn't matter if Checo stood them up. As one of the other boys held up a similar device to the one he'd shoved into his bag, his suspicions that he was meant to be here and that he and the others might be the only humans left were confirmed. Checo stepped towards the boys, the creatures and the sapling. Checo was unsure what he could say to help at this moment, it was such a peculiar scene.

Finally he settled for not saying anything. He flashed the group a look at his watch before stowing it away again and circling the tree. That was the interesting part because when Checo was half way around a bulbous yellow blob formed on the plant which then turned into something different. Within a second of it forming it had dropped off and split open. A little yellow... Sack man?? Plopped out. "Oh!" Checo exclaimed, clearly he was allowed to have his own little nightmare too.

Title: Re: Pokémon Generico [P][C]
Post by: Shaymin on September 14, 2014, 11:56

Just where exactly was everyone? His gran wouldn't have left without telling him first. She would have gone up and shouted at him before booting his ass out of bed. But she hadn't done. As Quinn left the house, he hazarded a look up and down the usually busy road. There were no children playing outside, none of their parents were sat in their gardens drinking and smoking. Something was up.

He looked at the note again. The park was some walk away. Digging through the piled up rubbish in the garden, he pulled out his bike. He hadn't ridden it in some years, not since he was a hell of a lot smaller, anyway. He jumped on it and tested himself with a few circuits around the road, nosily looking in to all of the houses. They were all empty. Not even the neighbours angsty dog jumped and barked at him. Weird.

What was weirder was the entire way to the park was just as empty. No music, no talking, no laughter, no sounds of cars or planes or helicopters overhead. No people yelling for a taxi, no sticky, whiny children, no dogs barking, no birds singing. Had something wiped everyone out? No. There weren't even any bodies. No gross smell like at the butchers. How positively strange.

Quinn was half expecting to be knocked over when he decided it was a good idea to go along one of the busiest roads but it was as quiet as it ever was. Was he dead? Cursed to live an afterlife in the quiet of the city when he had wished it to be quiet. He didn't like it this quiet. There had been no signs of anyone else at all. Maybe he was dreaming, still asleep. Yeah, that sounded about right.

He slowed down as he neared the park, hearing voices. And screaming. Oh God, had a murderer lured him and others to this place to kill them? Dropping his bike, he snuck up to a bush and peeked over it. There were four, five kids maybe, and then there were those strangely coloured animals. No murderer. No knife or axe or gun or anything else capable of slicing his head off or ending his life in a jiffy. The strange animals seemed to be hounding the others and Quinn spotted the funny looking tree. It looked just as pathetic as he did.

Then the watch in his pocket started to beep. He pulled it out and looked at the map now on it - there was a white dot about where he was, and other coloured dots where the others were, and some more dots were arriving. He stepped out from behind the bush and awkwardly made his entrance with a meek "Hello," before looking at the sapling. A small white blob was growing before his eyes until it was larger than his palm, with a circle of silver around it's middle.

It dropped off of the tree and opened and Quinn had to shield his pathetic eyes. When he looked again, a strange cloud was floating in front of him, except it had eyes. And not the kind that children said clouds had. It also had a mouth and small feet and a tail and it floated around him excitedly. "What. What the even." Quinn watched the strange cloud float around his head as it started to jabber, making noises he never expected a floaty cloud creature to make. Yep, he definitely had to be asleep.

Title: Re: Pokémon Generico [P][C]
Post by: Hahex and Oshawott on September 14, 2014, 18:38

There was a strange moment of silence as the man gave a look of irritation. It's not like Luke would've wanted to have anything to with him in ordinary circumstances. Even though he seemed older, he was still shorter and stockier. But the worst past was the smell of tobacco wrapping around him. Honestly, that sort of reaction was what Luke expected from most people, which is why he mostly kept to himself. But these were certainly extraordinary circumstances.

"...You have one of these things?" the dark skinned man said at last, holding out his own orange device, identical to the one Luke found on his kitchen table.

Of course, when he said man, there was no way that the person opposite Luke could be much older than himself. The other guy with the clam also didn't seem to be much older.

As Luke was about to reply, his conversation partner became startled by the strange slug thing, as it moved towards him.
"H-hey! GeT THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!" he shouted, while jumping about a feet away from it. It seemed the sudden heatwave was originating from the direction of the thing. Makes sense that he wouldn't want to be near it. At the same time, he could've just plain ran away from it completely, so does the fact that he didn't reveal some inquisitive nature? Probably not, it's more likely that he thought that this is the only place where any other human contact would appear, based on the device in his hand. 

Panting, he asked again, "These...machine...watch things. You have one too?"

Luke saw him checking the screen after he called over, so he must've seen his dot edging towards his orange one. The colour of the devices seem to correspond with the colour of the dots.

"Uh, yes. Mine's right here."
He took out his own device from his pocket, and presented it.
"I found it on a table in my house the morning. I'm guessing that it shows some sort of map, and that small tree over there would be this black cross here?"

Before the dark skinned slug tamer could respond, there was another glow. Luke turned round. It seemed that some others had joined them while they were talking. A tall ginger man with glasses was staring with wide eyes at a floating sphere of what seemed to be cotton candy, and another man with a goatee and moustache had a strange fat yellow sack thing. Perhaps those strange Pokémon looking creatures originated somehow from the tree. The strangely coloured fruits that hung on the tree, then, weren't fruit at all.

Title: Re: Pokémon Generico [P][C]
Post by: Danatales on September 15, 2014, 01:49

As soon as Toby saw the other young man take a similar device out and show him, he felt some kind of relief wash over him. He wasn't the only one, then. Weird things were happening to others, just like him. The other boy continued, explaining that he'd found the device, a purple one as opposed to Toby's orange one, on a table in his house. Toby nodded, all the while watching out of the corner of his eye at the flaming slug next to him. Thankfully, it hadn't' advanced any closer, but it still watched him with those huge, golden eyes.   

"Yeah, we're...we're the dots. The tree's the X" Toby looked down at his range device, noted more dots getting closer, surrounding the tree. Looking back up, he saw these two new arrivals, another young ginger man with glasses and a shorter, stockier boy, one who almost reminded him a bit of himself, with a goatee and fair hair. The former appeared to be dealing with...cotton candy? A cloud? What the hell was that thing? The latter had some kind of yellow sumo wrestler...thing with him, and both boys appeared to be in their own states of confusion.
 
Toby blinked, taking it all in. He thought he heard the ginger with glasses say hello at one point. Looking between him and the other boy, the one who showed him his purple device, he sucked in a breath. He felt the heat of the slug next to him, pulsing into his leg.

"Dude, this is so weird," he said, finally, not directed at either of them. He ran his thick fingers through his hair, bugging his eyes. "This is really, really weird."

Title: Re: Pokémon Generico [P][C]
Post by: Sebastian Moran on September 16, 2014, 00:11

After a brief struggle with the shellfish thing, Ruben settled for holding it at arm's length. It jittered about in his hands, threatening to wriggle free, but he did his best to hold on. At least it didn't seem to be trying to hurt him in any way after all, and it didn't really seem right to drop it or throw it away. 
 
He turned his head, glancing over at the other people who had gathered around. Luckily most of them seemed to be to preoccupied with the rainbow assortment of monsters to have commented on his B-movie-actress scream from before. And at least he wasn't completely alone in the world after all, although nobody else looked particularly confident about what was happening. The words "weird" and "what" were background noise by this point.
 
Still holding the purple shell critter out in front of him, Ruben carefully turned to get a proper look at the others, narrowly avoiding stepping on the black watch-machine that he'd dropped in his surprise. He ignored it for the time being, as it hadn't done anything yet other than make the situation worse. At least the creature he'd been saddled with wasn't setting fire to anything. 

"Look," Ruben said to nobody in particular, "Whatever this is, I didn't agree to it. Someone just tell me how to make it stop, and what the hell I'm supposed to do with this. Shouldn't it be in water or something?" Preferably a safe distance away. Even if it wasn't out to hurt him, the licking was creeping him out.
 

Title: Re: Pokémon Generico [P][C]
Post by: Hahex and Oshawott on September 16, 2014, 02:46

At this point, Luke could hazard a guess and probably assume that the strange collection of creatures that had formed around him probably originated from the small tree in the middle of the park. The question was whether or not he wanted to chance inspecting the tree and unleashing another monster into the suddenly vacant world. The person he was talking to had a lost, confused expression as he mumbled to himself. There probably weren't any answers to dig out of him; he'd only know as much as Luke did.

Luke stuck on his glasses from his pocket to get a clearer view of the bush, while maintaining a comfortable distance. Certainly, they were not fruit hanging from it at all. The spheres had a decidedly metallic sheen to them, and each featured two colours, split between the top half and bottom half. Only four of them hung now, the others lied near the feet of the things that emerged from them. At this point, one might have imagined they had a choice about picking a sphere, but Luke didn't even consider that as an option in the first place. What was currently out seemed like enough of a handful as it is, without any further additions from himself. He had half a mind to just turn around and walk back home, but then his own survival would probably be better in a group. Still, a group of men and monster didn't seem to appea-

"Ah, that's just great. Looks like none of us even get a choice about this or not," Luke said, in response to the appearance of a purple balloon with small beady eyes and a yellow cross over its mouth. There was a little white fluff atop it's head, and small yellow hearts dangling from its wiry black arms.

Luke braced himself in anticipation for the worst, but the balloon seemed to only float up and down a little. That is, until it attempted to grab Luke's hair and tug at it.
"Hey, cut that out it hurts!"
The boy attempted to swat away the balloon that looked to steal it away, but it somehow managed to dodge Luke's wild flailing. Fortunately, the purple blob respected its liberator's wishes and eventually relented.
I suppose it could be worse. At least this thing isn't burning a hole in the side of my trousers. Luke thought to himself. Of course, this was in reference to chubby gentleman and his lava slug.

Title: Re: Pokémon Generico [P][C]
Post by: The Shrub Dragon on September 16, 2014, 07:22

((I apologise for breaking the flow of the RP, but as I've indicated on Loz's RP as well, school has started up and I have extra-curricular activities from Monday to Wednesday so please don't assume I've dropped out if I don't post until Thursday or Friday))

Title: Re: Pokémon Generico [P][C]
Post by: Danatales on September 21, 2014, 04:03

Toby had to huff a laugh when he heard the complained of the ginger man a few paces away, the one with the purple clam-like monstrosity. "Bro, I don't think it's going to stop," he called at the uncomfortable young man, "Because if it was, I'd certainly be trying to get rid of this...eeughh, thing." he jabbed a sneaker towards the boiling lava slug, who blinked at Toby expectantly. After a moment, the rubber on the edge of Toby's sneaker nearly began to bubble from the extreme heat, making the chubby man yelp and step back.

He looked around again, saw the boy he'd been conversing with was now dealing with a floating...balloon type thing? It was almost cute. He rolled his eyes and grumbled. "UGH! You should consider yourself lucky." By now he was growling at nearly everyone else who had approached the bizarre little tree, "At least you didn't get stuck with this. What even is this?! It keeps LOOKING AT ME?!?"

The fiery slug blinked its wide eyes erratically.

Title: Re: Pokémon Generico [P][C]
Post by: Hahex and Oshawott on September 22, 2014, 00:26

"Sure I suppose it could be worse."
After it's initial cheek, the balloon had started to behave itself a little more. Luke stopped poking it to take a glance at the slug after his new 'companion''s latest exclamation. He had a feeling that the slug and the clam seemed vaguely familiar, and that feeling was cemented when he saw the balls that hung from the tree. The watch device, the balls and these creatures seemed to point to a reasonable conclusion.

It took Luke a while to realize, since it had been so long, but he had in fact seen all of these elements before, in what could be described as a different world. Not in a vague sci-fi sense but more of an artistic way, perhaps. In his lifetime, Luke hadn't indulged in a wide variety of entertaining media. But there was one thing that he treasured: a Game Boy with a copy of Pokemon Gold. He once betted it with his brother for his novelty giant pen, and even won the bet. His brother cried about it afterwards, and Luke gave him the Game Boy out of pity. This had all happened a long time ago, but for some reason, the memory stuck with him and with it, memories of the game itself.

The device he found in the main room was a Pokéwatch, a kind of smartphone for budding Pokemon trainers that had a map, radio, watch and phone rolled into one. This was back in 2001, so such an idea was fairly cool at the time. The tree carried Poke Balls on them. These were spherical, metallic devices used for catching and storing the elusive monsters that roamed the wild grass. And the creatures roaming around, burning the soles of sneakers and tasting the faces of delicious humans, well they must be the Pokemon.

At least that's what Luke thought. There was always the possibility that his memory was faulty, for example. Maybe he was only thinking this because of some sub-concious wish fulfilment to live in the game. Or perhaps the strange punchbag and candy floss thing weren't Pokemon, rendering his theory obsolete. Luke didn't really want to be called out on being wrong either. At best, he would probably develop a reputation as a sort of nerd, which wasn't totally incorrect, that played a ton of Pokemon, which would be. The various stigmas that was associated with that sort of person wasn't one that Luke particularly wanted to accumulate, especially when initial impressions with potentially the last people in the country were on the line. The podgy guy seemed to have a bit of a temper, as well, and Luke didn't want to somehow get in a fight with him by being wrong about something like this.

But at the same time, he seemed fairly confident in his conclusion. The problem now was to somehow phrase it in a way that allowed a degree of error. Boldly claiming "It's a Slugma, a Pokemon from 2001" wouldn't work at all in this situation. Instead, something like "I think it's a Slugma" was a little better. But it then needs de-compacting, in the form of "What's a slugma?" or the dreaded, "You what, mate?"

"I think it's a Pokemon," then, works a little nicer. But it still retains the initial problem, where it keeps the dreaded nerd stigma and the like (Actually, it's possible that that stigma is impossible to avoid. After all, Luke still recognised it as a Pokemon, no matter how he phrased it). Shifting the subject of the statement to somewhat spread the recognition was then necessary. Luke needed to bring the lava slug's owner onto the same level as him. The simplest way to do this, would be to then rephrase the statement, not as a personal statement, but an enquiry into the other's opinion on the matter. Thus, "Do you think it's a Pokemon?" is created.

Throw in some vague ambiguities, and the phrase is almost complete. "Do you think it's, I don't know, some kind of Pokemon?" Is that too much? It would depend heavily on how the "I don't know" is phrased. Luke didn't have time to think it through properly, twenty seconds had already passed since the question was raised. He would have to wing it.

"Do you think it's uhh..." Luke stalled for what he thought was perhaps just a shade too long, but in reality was only a second really, "some kind of Pokemon?"

Dammit, still too specific. Throw in some more vague words at the end.

"type thing?"