Pokémon - Diversions

[Sarin]

(Wednesday, Thursday... same thing, right? xD;;
Anyways, it's been so long since I made this up... I'm not so confident any more that it'll be good. ^^; But, I guess we'll give it a try. Cue the lame intro post!)

Marian gazed wistfully at the screens in front of him. There they were, in all their glory: miles of interlocking caves; rooms of water and ice and fire, darkness and light; rooms of cawing birds and roaring beasts; rooms filled with utter silence and solemnity. It had taken decades to construct, and more money than most people could imagine.

But he had plenty of money. And now he had this, too. He wasn't entirely sure why. Maybe they knew.

The trainers. The ones who had come to challenge his new realm. They had come seeking what he possessed - he wondered if they would be any more satisfied than he upon achieving it. Or, perhaps, there were other motivations? Well, it didn't matter, really. In the end they were all just a bunch of people seeking to make something worthwhile of a day.

Waiting certainly wasn't going to do that. With a deep sigh Marian rose from his seat and walked over to the balcony of his perch high in the cave walls. He squinted his eyes at them and cleared his throat before grabbing the microphone tightly in his hands. They might as well begin.

"Attention, everyone." His voice echoed in the vast chamber, though even the vaulting walls couldn't give it the strength it had once possessed. "Thank you for coming to participate in our little games. I'm sure you all know the prize, so now let me tell you the rules. There's no need to waste time."

"Beyond this gate-" he assumed they would have noticed the giant red doors ahead of them - "lies an intricate system of caves, filled with various obstacles. You'll enter with three of your Pokémon and proceed through the caves, using their abilities and your own ingenuity to pass through each room. Each Pokémon can only have three moves - once you've used a move once, it remains permanently in one of their spots. If you're diligent and lucky, you may find a TM or HM lying around; these won't take up a regular spot."

"Everyone in this room is now your opponent. You're racing with them to reach the end. Those who make it all the way through will have to fight with the others to claim the prize; before that, no direct fighting is allowing. Sabotage is fine, if that's your cup of tea."

"And please, don't get yourselves killed. I don't want to have to deal with the aftermath of that." He fiddled with his watch. "Right then, that's plenty, I think. Go ahead and go through the gates, mingle, brag, what you will. The caves aren't going anywhere."

(*stabs this post* Basically it's a big obstacle course where you have to use what few abilities you have to come up with a way to continue. Hope it doesn't sound too stupid. ^^; Be descriptive and creative and the powers that be may be kind.)

[Magical Girl Lyrical Sarahnyan]

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Nah, sounds like an interesting one-shot type of roleplay - if that makes sense. Sounds pretty brutal. Sabotage and no getting killed. Oh, my.

Awesome!

So you mean like the games, once a Pokémon uses a move that's one of the moves they can only use? So each Pokémon can only use four moves here. (I can't remember if you mentioned it in the first post or not). Okay.

I can't wait to have Sarah ride Arrow and see what happens. She should have an advantage with that, but you never know.

I will post a reply later this week. Sorry not sooner.

[x0xindy]

ooc;; Is it too late to join? I'm still finishing up my character page, but it should be up by tomorrow at the latest. It would be with a character named Roxanna who has an Absol, a Haunter and a Charizard. :]]

[Zelda]

ooc; Nope, you can still join Indy. ^^ Your template doesn't have to be done before you join, also. Mine is nowhere near done. u_u;

And I totally didn't realize Sarin posted. ;u; *shot'd* I'll try to do my intro ASAP. And my character template... ><;

[Magical Girl Lyrical Sarahnyan]

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Well, I think it should be easier to post, considering I don't have to describe the area and the characters are just in the same spot. Hopefully this should be easier to write, even though I still have no motivation. >>;
Not because of the roleplay, but just since I'm rusty in general.
Probably forever will be.

[Sarin]

(Yes, it's a little darker than the traditional Pokémon genre, I guess. But everyone loves greed, bitterness, and betrayal, right? =D

Yes. At the start of the game, your Pokémon has the potential to use any move it can learn. Once it uses a move, that move permanently occupies one of their three slots - so be careful what moves you teach. But unlike the games, this is a roleplay, so feel free to be creative with moves! Moves don't have to do the same thing every time; the same move could be used to knock down a tree, flood a room, shatter a wall... it just depends on what you can think of. Just keep things fairly plausible, and you'll get kudos for inventive solutions. x3

I'll try to do my best in turn to create interesting obstacles that provide an equal challenge to everyone. I'm sure I'll fall short sometimes, but hopefully between all of us we can make something interesting.

With an Absol, you can join any time you like. =D

Just post whenever you'd like. ^^ We'll get this rolling eventually.)

[Zelda]

Among the eager, animated mass, Emma was peculiarly quiet. A trembling hand curled and uncurled a lock of chocolate brown hair, her most despised nervous habit, as she warily surveyed her competition. Everywhere she looked there were gigantic fire-types and burly fighting-types; not to mention, their owners were equally as terrifying. What was a wimpy fifteen-year-old from Goldenrod City doing here?

It had nothing to do with the playful cut on her cowardice. She hadn’t resolutely denied it and scowled. Her friend hadn’t dared--giggling all the while--her to take part in the dangerous game. And Emma had certainly not taken her on, folding her arms and stomping off.

I’m not a chicken. she thought conclusively, shaking the impulsive contract from her mind. No; she was here by her own accord, just like everyone else gathered before the mammoth crimson doors.

Emma raised her gaze to the entrance in question. She knew that now, that was the only path she could take. Turning and bailing was out of the question, even though every cell in her body yearned to sprint back into the daylight and all the way home. Fighting the urge to just turn her head and get one last glance of the back door, the novice trainer’s eyes wandered to the balcony high above the crowd.

She wondered what kind of person would finally show himself; a kindly, elderly man who created the course for the entertainment of the contestants? A sadistic, rich aristocrat eager to watch the participants tear each other apart? Emma shuddered slightly at the thought and bit her lip for at least the fiftieth time since she’d been standing there.

Her discomfort was noticed by the little companion on her shoulder, turning his glinting, almost alien-like gaze to her. The usual insane grin plastered on his indigo countenance was not present, concerned at his master’s unfamiliar, apprehensive expression. The ghost-type reached out with a clawed hand and rested it on the dainty one fumbling with her own hair.

Emma started slightly, but broke the anxious frown with a weak, forced smile. She ceased her fidgeting and sighed softly as the creature lightly touched her cheek in what was meant to be a soothing, comforting manner. “Thanks, Sayble,” she murmured.

Remembering she wasn’t going through the course alone, she checked the ground by her feet for the remaining members of her party. As expected, the two were glowering at one another from around the fifteen-year-old's legs. A light chuckle escaped her lips, getting the pair's attention. She directed a teasingly serious look at them and they immediately concluded their stare-off.

Not a moment later, an amplified voice welcomed she and the others to the "little game." Emma tilted her head back up in hopes of getting a glimpse of the mastermind behind the course. Sableye apparently had the same idea, and clambered onto her head to crane his neck around a trainer and their Charizard, who'd decided to stand just in front of the brunette of average height. Giving up with an exasperated sigh, she simply listened to the rules.

Her blood ran cold when he asked them not to die, a visible shiver running up her spine. Killed...? What color she had left drained from her face immediately. The girl was frozen; not even taking notice to the large doors that groaned as they opened. Not until she was being jostled by bodies did she animate, sidestepping a few of the more eager trainers and their Pokemon as they made their way to the entrance to the caves.

Emma attempted a step, but felt her knees buckling beneath her. Chickening out now? a taunting voice jeered. She willed it to keep its mouth shut as she tried to bolster herself for the challenges ahead. She managed to boldly weave to the front of the crowd, despite her common sense ordering her to turn around and leave, the little Mawile and Kirlia not far behind.

She'd made it that far, that was true; but there was no way in the Underground she was entering the maze first.

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Idk what he looks like, so. xDD; And fail post, yay~

[Sarin]

(Zelda, you're my favorite sister ever. :3

So, this is lurching off to a start... should I make a character to try to keep things going? Obviously I wouldn't let them win, or give them any advantage since I'd know what the challenges are. xD Just keep them moving through so there are more people to interact with. Or would it be better if I just threw in random NPCs from time to time?)

[Zelda]

ooc; ;D I know~

YES, JOIN PEOPLE. I suddenly really want to do this RP, I haven't done anything Pokemon in forever. D>

I don't know, I guess NPCs? Just to get in the way and be overall obnoxious. x3 Like setting pitfall traps or nets or something (like Team Rocket, lol).

[Ex]

leagionnear, maira >

[/b]character sheet
team > Weavile, Ariados, Hydreigon (assuming fifth gen. Pokémon are allowed. Feel free to correct me if I'm wrong).
Niflheim, male Weavile. UNDECIDED, UNDECIDED, UNDECIDED.
Neith, female Ariados. UNDECIDED, UNDECIDED, UNDECIDED.
Einzweidrei, male Hydreigon. UNDECIDED, UNDECIDED, UNDECIDED.
words > 447
muse > Maira need no muse; she fun to play without it. ♥ Although iTunes probably helped... and the fact that I needed to incorporate her description into her introduction made it long enough.
notes > Ohhai, people. <3 Ex here. And, with her favourite, crazy nut, Maira. Pray her psychosis doesn't act up. Now, let's get this started, shall we? (... also, what's the difference between direct fighting and sabotage? God, Mai, you're such a rule bender- *SHOT* Nevermind, just switched Nif from attacking with Ice Shard to tripping everyone because he's good at being annoying.)[/blockquote][/blockquote]

From within the crowd, a gaze of red and blue stared at their host. These eyes, the right bright red and the left, azure, watched vigilantly, ignoring the crowd of trainers before them. Maira came for one reason: to discover the intention of this one called Marian. She had no reason to win this tournament other than uncovering its true purpose. As the man droned on, unimportant terms drowned by the suspicion in the twenty-year-old's conscience, Maira began to doubt the dubiousness she imprinted on the contest. It seemed innocent enough- until Marian's final words made it into Maira's ears.

"And please, don't get yourselves killed. I don't want to have to deal with the aftermath of that."

This solidified Maira's supposition of the contest. There was a nigh impossible chance of the Pokémon League allowing a contest that possibly put the lives of trainers in danger to go on. Everything here was clearly illegal, or at the very least, hard to accept. Maira's eyes narrowed into a stiff glare as Marian meddled with his watch, and when she was sure she couldn't reach him from her position in the crowd, she turned to the massive scarlet gates. Her frown deepened; Maira had wanted to get to Marian quickly and without trouble, but the way things were looking now, she would have to complete this contest.

Maira was a patient woman, however. She looked at the gathering, singling out tough opponents and their Pokémon. They all had the same physical appearance: large, well-muscled men with a range of strong Pokémon. Maira rolled her eyes in boredom. She looked nothing like them. For one thing, she was a woman. It was one of the rare occasions when she wasn't wearing a disguise, and her short, blue hair uncomfortably stood out in the crowd. But damn if anyone tried to harass her about it; she did not have the time for immature actions of false superiority.

"Move out of my way," Maira demanded in a low, but strong, voice. In a sudden flash of red light, Niflheim appeared. Without slowing down, Maira shouldered herself through the crowd, nimbly jumping over heads, a feat she considered child's play after so many years of parkour.

Niflheim followed his trainer's movements, but suddenly started running through the legs of other challengers, tripping some and scaring others. People barked out their contempt as Niflheim used his natural speed to distract competition, laughing coldly as bodies toppled over. His trainer pushed through the gates and, by the time Niflheim started following, led the way.

"Hurry up, Nif. The others aren't going to be very happy about you tripping them, and you can't dodge everything. Let's build some distance while we can.[/font][/blockquote]

[Magical Girl Lyrical Sarahnyan]

Psychological circumstances were the foundation of this dangerous game, and Sarah Amelia-Anne Pure was well-acquainted with the reckless ideals of racing straight into an early demise. The bloodthirsty auras exhibited by multiple contestants surrounded her in, quite frankly, an unsettling and threatening atmosphere. Whether they were female or male, the bulkier trainers were jeering and sneering at her in spades, and it was obvious that their top priority was to trample over the weaker competition like tiny bug Pokémon without so much a shred of remorse.

Even though the fifteen-year-old had mentally prepared herself for a brutal contest of this magnitude beforehand and had chided herself to remain steady and collected in this situation, the consequences appeared rather dire at this point. Obviously there was no one to rely on besides herself and her own loyal and trustworthy Pokémon partners, and deep inside her isolated heart, that rattled her core with a touch of loneliness. Sarah was extremely independent and self-reliant, but there was only so much a teenager like her could endure by herself. Plus, the announcer's words slashed their uncouth mark into her memory as a somber warning of farewell.

This diversions race, or challenge towards life-risking injuries and frenzied hatred against each other, was against her held set of sensible judgments. At first it had been indistinguishable if this “contest” would be a legitimized league activity or an underground operation, but now it was a proven truth to undeniably not be official. Yet again, she was skeptical of everything these days before she was briefed on all the details, so it was normal for her to question anything in her path. What was the motive of the end result, though? From what this so-called “Marian” stated, it seemed they would gain nothing in return for this contest, and in the several years of her experience, she clarified such an idea to be solely false. People did everything for a reason, whether it be for positive or negative feelings.

As she further listened to Marian, her suspicions were rapidly confirmed; this competition was for survival and the sea of humans and Pokémon crowding about her were mere bait for entertainment purposes. Pondering this, she gleaned a protective exterior by deeply frowning in displeasure and clenching her fist together. It was not as if she had not expected a possibility like this, but it still made her blood boil to be discarded as a toy. At that moment, all Sarah cared about was the safety her Pokémon and herself, and the other trainers’ well-being was thrown out from her conscious concerns. If only she could turn back now and forget witnessing any of this today.

Before she had arrived to this location, Sarah had nearly disobeyed orders. The thoughts of the atrocities which could occur had tempted her to alert the authorities – the actual ones - but no, she had been instructed to do the exact opposite of her natural senses. It was a proper question to ask why seemingly quiet and cynical Sarah was involved in this shady, controversial event. Never would she endanger the lives of her beloved Pokémon or bet her life on a moment of glory or for a measly prize for such a mundane event; that was not her intention whatsoever. In all truthfulness, she was there for observational purposes to monitor the situation for someone else. She was even beyond understanding why she was the favorite choice for this task when her skills were not required for this field of practice, but it was not her decision in the first place. All she was required to do was fall in line with see the outcome of this activity, and report back by taking the least amount of action as physically possible.

While every assumption swirled about in her thoughts, Sarah lazily scrutinized the looming scarlet gate in front of all the contestants with dull, deep-seated cinnamon-brown eyes. This gate was the fixation of everyone else, where all of the Pokémon and their trainers would soon be sailing through in order to gain the lead of the race and concoct horrors of mass production upon each other. Still in less anticipation than the rest of her “enemies,” Sarah was comfortably perched atop her proud and graceful Rapidash, Arrow, and interlacing her fingers together over the black fingerless gloves she wore in no particular emotion. She should have been fearful at least a bit, but a small sigh just escaped her lips.

A gentle breeze allowed the wavy locks of her wavy, mid-brown and waist-length hair to flow behind her in a purple ponytail, and some loose strands swished over her forehead. At least she was cool in a velvety purple shirt and blue jeans. Similarly, even her Pokémon were less engulfed by pessimistic ideals. Arrow paced back and forth with one hoof, and the trainer’s Espeon, Sunset, cheerfully bounced in circles at Arrow’s feet by swatting at the fire horse’s back legs. Meanwhile, Moonlight, the Umbreon stood tall and firm in unphased attention as he glowered at the competition in front of him. Perhaps Moonlight was the one most concerned at that moment, but neither one of them would allow the others to be harmed without some kind of vicious fight.

Without warning, Sarah recognized the feeling of Arrow quckly trotting forwards and saw that they were moving into the crowd and towards the gate. The female leaned forward and tightly grabbed her horse's reigns, now suddenly in mild anticipation, awaiting what would happen next as the race started.

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Sarin: That all sounds fine to me. NPCs, I suggest.
Ex: Wait, a Weavile did that? o-o

Finally wrote reply!