Walking through said door, the still unnamed guard is disheartened to see an arrow sticking out of his chair, completely ruining the stuffing. Mystifyingly, his office doesn't even have any windows for it to have been shot through.
Any resemblance to other characters, in games living or dead, is purely coincidental.
"Oh what in Arceus's name. This isn't even a real application!"
Varsh I Illwind Age: 42 Gender: Ranger Level: 1 Hometown: Pyrite Town (in Orre)
STR 12 [+1]
DEX 16 [+3]
CON 11 [0]
INT 6 [-2]
WIS 6 [-2]
CHA 14 [+2]
Base Class: Ranger Features: (which are totally not copied ad verbatim from an outdated character)
Snag (Befriend): Ranger Feature
At-Will
Trigger: You restrain a wild with the Styler.
Effect: Once you successfully Restrain a pokemon, you may give it the Helpful title. Until this ally is attacked, severely distracted, or has helped the Ranger in a significant manner once it is under the Ranger’s control. You do not get a complete list of the Helpful’s attacks, and it cannot be taken from the area you found it in or it will run away. You may only give the Helpful title to one Pokemon at a time.
Compel (Companion): Ranger Feature
Static
Trigger: You restrain a wild with the Styler.
Effect: Once you successfully Restrain a pokemon, you may give it the Companion title. You may only have one Companion at a time. If you give a new pokemon the Compainion title, you free the other pokemon and replace it with your new Companion. To make the wild a Companion you must sacrifice half an hour upon giving it the Companion title to bond with the wild. The Companion gains experience and levels exactly like a Captured pokemon.
Bow User: Arms Feature
Gifted To: Ranger
Prerequisites: 17 DEX
Effect: The Trainer can use Bow and Arrows or any other Weapon that would fit into the Bow category. These weapons deal 1d8 + DEX modifier.
Chain Weapons User: Arms Feature
Gifted To: Ranger
Effect: The Trainer can use Whips, Bolas, Nunchaku, Chain Whips, Meteor Hammers, Kunai and Chain, Flails or any other Weapon that would fit into the Pole Weapons category. These weapons deal 1d6 + CON modifier.
Slingshot User: Arms Feature
Gifted To: DEX 11
Effect: The Trainer can use Slingshots. These weapons deal 1d2 + DEX modifier.
And, um, whatever short blade knife thing that I'm too lazy to copy from a character that this totally isn't related to
...Would have gotten away with it too, if it weren't for those meddling kids and their mangy pokemon.
Actually he did get away. Barely. By the skin of his teeth. And with nothing but the clothes on his back. Well, he did feel a bit of warmth on his back. Probably from his once thriving pokemon smuggling ranch (and restaurant) burning to ashes behind him. Literally.
He swears to Lugia, no one appreciates a good rail maiden tying trap and BBQ these days. Maybe it's time ta move to greener (and less dusty) pastures. At least until things die down a bit.
Species: Ponyta Gender: Female Ability: Run Away Nature: Adamant Characteristic: A Little Quick Tempered
This young fillie was the only rip roarin' ready to ride away with Varsh when he escaped. It's a wonder how such a young horsie was able to carry his weight...
Item list, which is actually all new
3000P
5 pokeballs
1 greatball
A stylin' stache
Umm, some sort of weapon, I guess a bow since that was mentioned in the narration?
a length of rope, perfect for tying up damsels in front of the magnet train
Pokemon List, that totally isn't a poke for poke copy of another trainer's
Snorlax
Porygon
Rotom
Cubone
Riolu
Crokagunk
Gallade
The office you're sitting in is damn cold. The A/C's running full blast, but the fat guy up fixing the T.V. is mopping his brow like you where in the middle of Route 111. You clutch your acceptance-brick a little tighter, wishing that Chubbs McFastso would pull his shorts up.
Chubbs rights himself after a couple more minutes of fiddling, wiping his fingers on the loud Seviiian shirt framing his gut.
"There, think I got it."
McFastso turns the thing on, showing a large man in a tan suit, shadows obscuring everything on his face save a large, white mustache.
"Ah, hello thah, Ah apologize for the technical difficulties. Now let me take a look at ya... ya sure these're the only ones who responded?"
"Seems like, sir."
"Damn, Ah was hoping for a... healthier crop. Oh well, we'll just have ta make do. Now, welcome to Team Pyre, you three! Ah'm the big man around heah, name's Joseph H. Altamont, esq., but most people 'round heah call me the Old Man. Now, Ah know y'all are probably rarin' ta go out and start a ruckus, but there are some rules you gotta follah if'n ya want ta keep this a pleasent workin' relationship. First off, obey your Lieutenant, treason against him, me or any other part of Team Pyre is punishable by execution. Second off, yer badges."
Chubbs lays three shiny new pieces of gilded metal before each of you, all of them in the shape if a stylized Mt. Pyre with a small P engraved in the central peak.
"Take those and pin 'em somewhere the public isn't likely ta see. Yeah, like that. May be hope fer you yet. Anyhow, that right there is yer field uniform. Wear it at all times, and wear it with pride. Now the third and final rule: don't go runnin' around screamin' our team name all over the damn place. Most folk 'round here ain't know us from Mew, and Ah like keepin' it that way.
Now, with that bit of unpleasantness out of the way, let me say that Ah expect great things outta y'all fellers. Now if you could switch yer attention over to Mr. Gillespie here, he'll brief ya on yer first mission. Good luck, soldiers."
The Old Man salutes, and the screen goes black.
"Now, before i get to the actual briefing, let me make sure I got the right three initiates. Dakota Bisbee?"
He gets a purr in response.
"Commander Charles?"
Commander responds with a curt 'sir'.
"Terrence Matthews?"
Chubbs is flashed an overly bright smile.
"Alright, now your mission is to retrieve a package for analysis by our Scientists. It's being delivered to the Kin Islands by a former member of some criminal organization from Kanto. Gonna be pretty easy, just pick it up, lounge on the beach for a couple of hours and then come home. Any questions?"
Dakota squirms on the uncomfortable chair throughout the initiation proceedings. The constant feet-tapping, fingernail biting, and general fidgeting might be liable to get on one's nerves if that was the sort of thing that would annoy you.
When the round, metal, and above all shiny, badges come out, Dakota watches them as closely as a... well, c'mon I don't really have to say it, do I? Didn't think so, moving on. She snatches hers as soon as it's proffered, though the fact is was given freely, and not taken does remove a small amount of luster from the occasion. She'll obviously have to make due by stealing the badges from her coworkers as soon as the opportunity presents itself. For now, however, the problem of where to pin the badge is taking all available planning resources. She eventually settles on lifting her bright pink hoodie up over her head and pinning the badge to the white wifebeater she's using as an undershirt. Her antics trying to pin said badge while both her arms and head are tangled up in clothing could be described as hilarious or sobering, depending on the mood of the observer in question.
Her name is called just about as she surfaces from the pink and fuzzy depths of her hoodie, and she responds with a vaguely confirmatory mumble that might be construed as a purr if you were under the impression she was some sort of cat-person and not a totally normal in any and all ways teenage girl. Gosh.
"Nope!" she replies to fat man's latest query. "Dakota's ready to go!"
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The ex-soldier sat and took stock of those who would be his knew companions. They didn't look combat ready. Still, this hadn't been the first time he'd had to be the muscle and protect mission specialists, and it's not like he wasn't getting paid.
He sat, adjusting the collar on his dress shirt. He did miss the fatigues, the nice uniforms, but they'd stick out like a sore thumb. Instead, he wore a powder-blue dress shirt and nice slacks, with sunglasses even though it wasn't the least bit bright inside. When the man handed him the badge, he took it and pinned it, upside down, on the inside of the collar. That way he could discretely flip the collar down to reveal his true allegiance without pulling up his shirt like an idiot.
Questions? It wasn't his place to ask questions. "No sir." He started to give a salute, but stopped midway through and instead ran his fingers through his hair.
The young, expensively suited man takes a step towards the greasy working man, his 'cheery' smile turning further into one of menace.
"Where the hell..."
His teeth grit a bit, smile still perfect enough to make a orthopedic rich.
"...do you get off..."
His hand carefully pushes aside a coat tail, hovering over a small, intricately ornate pokeball on his hip.
"...announcing my fucking name last"
His left eyebrow twitches in pure rage as Terrence locks eyes with the fat man. His hand shaking a bit, he takes a deep breath, before closing his eyes and settling down.
A laugh, a small one, but it's there.
The young coordinator throws his head back up, flipping and running a hand through his expensively shampooed hair. His smile returns.
"Ah, my bad. Not used to, er, working with a boss, I suppose."
His hand falls back into his pocket.
"And yeah, no questions. The...mission...seems easy enough."
Terr grabs the small badge, pinning it to the underside of his tie.
"Now, are you fine folks providing us with a ride, or shall I procure one of my own? I'm sure we could get a nice stylized P right up on the side. Hmm, but we want to stay under the radar, yes? Maybe just this fancy little mountain whatever thing up on it. Ah, but then the symbol would become famous with our soon to be prestigious exploits I'm sure!"
HP - 5, ATK - 7, DEF - 3, SPATK - 4, SPDEF - 3, SPD - 5
You can usually figure out a pokemon's base stats by looking them up on bulbapedia or whatever and dividing em by 10. Most of the time it'll be the same, or pretty close.
As Gillespie returns to his desk, a loud crash interrupts the otherwise uniform ceiling, creating a gaping hole through which laptop drops. Without prompting or warning, a video begins playing on the screen.
*video goes here once youtube uploads it*
YO WHAT UP IT'S TIME FOR SOME STATS DAWGGG
Mike Adams
Gender: Male Age: 18 Level: 1 Hometown: Celadon City, Kanto
Stats:
STR - 6 (-2)
CON - 10 (0)
DEX - 8 (-1)
INT - 11 (0)
WIS - 14 (+1)
CHA - 16 (+3)
Base Class: Breeder Features:
Eggducator
Daily
Target: A Pokemon who can learn an egg move through breeding.
Requirement: An assisting Pokemon from the same egg group with the egg move in question. 6 hours of uninterrupted time.
Effect: Roll 1d20 and add either your WIS modifier or your CHA modifier. If the total exceeds 15, the target learns the egg move as if through breeding.
Healthy Regimen
Weekly
Target: A Pokemon following your training regimen for at least one week.
Effect: Add half your CHA modifier to any of the Pokemon's base stats and add half your WIS modifier to any different base stat of the same pokemon.
Special: A Pokemon can only benefit from one use of this feature at a time..
An extremely talent breeder and incredibly ambitious teen, Mike was driven from a young age to push his pokemon to their upper limits. When the pokemon were found to be unfit for his needs, he simply evolved them and bred new ones, and when he found himself unable to acquire suitable parents, he stole the genetic donors he needed. He also loves him mom.
Skippy Species: Ponyta Gender: Male Ability: Flash Fire Nature: Naive Stats:
Skippy originally belonged to a caring, loving girl who ran a ranch full of Ponytas. She lovingly brushed him every day and never battled him for fear of him getting hurt or dirty. What a bitch. Luckily, Mike appeared at the ranch one day in an attempt to learn how to breed fire-y horses with one another and instantly struck a bond with Skippy when he smacked him for misbehaving. Skippy had never been disciplined before and lacked the proper structure to become truly great; however, Mike saw Skippy's potential (after sticking him with a needle and examining the DNA), traded the pokemon for what he said was an Eevee but was actually a dressed up Magikarp, and the two have been fucking awesome ever since.
Dakota stuffs the manila folder in a raggedy sack with a faint jingle. She then turns and nods to her business associates.
Without bothering to accelerate through the speeds in between "standstill" and "sprinting", she's at the stairs leading to the foyer below in a blink. She jumps up onto the handrail, balancing for a second to reorient herself to face back down the hall.
"Gonna get there first," she says smugly, letting herself fall backwards.
And then she's gone, leaping off the guard's desk below her (much to the guard's surprise) and shooting across the floor, her sneakers skidding with a screech as she stops to shoulder the front door open before running off into the street, vaguely in the direction of the docks.
After Dakota sprints off to the city, a figure can be seen running down the hall, waving a brick around. [0] Unfortunately, the newcomers hands are really sweaty, and his acceptance brick hurtles down on to the guard's (let's call this one Mr. Fluffles) desk a floor below with a sickening crack.
Tucking the envelop into his suit pocket where it mysteriously disappears, Terrence nonchalantly kneeds his hands behind his head, turning on a dime and starting into that light walk toward the exit.
"Now, as leader of our little group, I say we head to the Pokem-"
The mangy catgirl blows past the snob, kicking up his coat.
Terrence's eye twitches for a brief moment, before his hands move to remove the newly added wrinkles to his shirt.
"As leader of our little group, I say we head to the docks, which was my idea in the first place before that girl stole it, an activity that I am sure she is quite fond of the lame pickpocketeer"
Terrence breaks into the light trot, stopping only upon exiting the building. He looks back at the Commander.
"Oh, Muscle, do you mind if I call you that? Oh wait, I don't care. Muscle, walk with me. I have matters I wish to discuss"
Commander stood up and walked over to the demeaning youngster. He'd had to protect lots of incompetent idiots before... ambassadors, politicians, specialists... but most of them, though condescending, were either older than him or were at least appreciative that he came along, at least after the bullets started flying.
This one... not so much. With one arm, he lifted the young man by his very expensive suit jacket and pressed him against the wall. "You will address me as Commander." Then he let him go and left, walking towards the docks.
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Terrence's face is blank for a moment. That is, before a very large, very expensive smile steals away the expression's place.
"Oh boy, you're gonna be useful, huh Muscle? God I can't wait, I can already tell this will be fun"
Flattening out his coat, Terrence tucks his hands into his pockets before happily walking off toward the docks, a small whistle escaping his lips as he twirls an imaginary cane.
Mr. Fluffles hauls up to the newcomer, who has obviously been stunned into silence, and gives him a look that would turn death.
"So you're the other one, eh? No don't say anything." Fluffles dusts some brick dust out of his mustache, producing a badge from... somewhere and stuffing it in your neophitic hands. Fluffs then turns around.
"You two! Yeah, Jarhead and Prettyboy! Congratulations, this genius is yours! Have fun!"
Turning to address the new one Commander tilted his head and cracked his neck. "You're smart, huh? Tell that kid if he calls me Muscle again, he'll be feeling my bicep down his throat. But uhh, tell it smartly. Elaborate."
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"Listen up, Barbara. You want me to listen to you, you call me Commander. If not, I'll be happy to watch you die. Now then," he looked at his watch. "I'm off." Without waiting for a response, he left the building to the docks.
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Age: 42
Gender: Ranger
Level: 1
Hometown: Pyrite Town (in Orre)
STR 12 [+1]
DEX 16 [+3]
CON 11 [0]
INT 6 [-2]
WIS 6 [-2]
CHA 14 [+2]
Base Class: Ranger
Features: (which are totally not copied ad verbatim from an outdated character)
Snag (Befriend): Ranger Feature
At-Will
Trigger: You restrain a wild with the Styler.
Effect: Once you successfully Restrain a pokemon, you may give it the Helpful title. Until this ally is attacked, severely distracted, or has helped the Ranger in a significant manner once it is under the Ranger’s control. You do not get a complete list of the Helpful’s attacks, and it cannot be taken from the area you found it in or it will run away. You may only give the Helpful title to one Pokemon at a time.
Compel (Companion): Ranger Feature
Static
Trigger: You restrain a wild with the Styler.
Effect: Once you successfully Restrain a pokemon, you may give it the Companion title. You may only have one Companion at a time. If you give a new pokemon the Compainion title, you free the other pokemon and replace it with your new Companion. To make the wild a Companion you must sacrifice half an hour upon giving it the Companion title to bond with the wild. The Companion gains experience and levels exactly like a Captured pokemon.
Bow User: Arms Feature
Gifted To: Ranger
Prerequisites: 17 DEX
Effect: The Trainer can use Bow and Arrows or any other Weapon that would fit into the Bow category. These weapons deal 1d8 + DEX modifier.
Chain Weapons User: Arms Feature
Gifted To: Ranger
Effect: The Trainer can use Whips, Bolas, Nunchaku, Chain Whips, Meteor Hammers, Kunai and Chain, Flails or any other Weapon that would fit into the Pole Weapons category. These weapons deal 1d6 + CON modifier.
Slingshot User: Arms Feature
Gifted To: DEX 11
Effect: The Trainer can use Slingshots. These weapons deal 1d2 + DEX modifier.
And, um, whatever short blade knife thing that I'm too lazy to copy from a character that this totally isn't related to
...Would have gotten away with it too, if it weren't for those meddling kids and their mangy pokemon.
Actually he did get away. Barely. By the skin of his teeth. And with nothing but the clothes on his back. Well, he did feel a bit of warmth on his back. Probably from his once thriving pokemon smuggling ranch (and restaurant) burning to ashes behind him. Literally.
He swears to Lugia, no one appreciates a good rail maiden tying trap and BBQ these days. Maybe it's time ta move to greener (and less dusty) pastures. At least until things die down a bit.
Species: Ponyta
Gender: Female
Ability: Run Away
Nature: Adamant
Characteristic: A Little Quick Tempered
HP: 5 + 1 = (7)
Atk: 11 +2 = (13)
Def: 6 + 0 = (6)
Sp.Atk: 5 + 0 = (5)
Sp.Def: 7 + 0 = (7)
Speed: 9 + 1 = (10)
Moves: Growl, Tackle, Tail whip
Capabilities: Overland 6, Jump 4, Power 2, Intelligence 4, Firestarter, Glow, Heater, Sinker
This young fillie was the only rip roarin' ready to ride away with Varsh when he escaped. It's a wonder how such a young horsie was able to carry his weight...
Item list, which is actually all new
3000P
5 pokeballs
1 greatball
A stylin' stache
Umm, some sort of weapon, I guess a bow since that was mentioned in the narration?
a length of rope, perfect for tying up damsels in front of the magnet train
Pokemon List, that totally isn't a poke for poke copy of another trainer's
Snorlax
Porygon
Rotom
Cubone
Riolu
Crokagunk
Gallade
Steam
man I wonder who got in
Steam
Yes. That's it.
Chubbs rights himself after a couple more minutes of fiddling, wiping his fingers on the loud Seviiian shirt framing his gut.
"There, think I got it."
McFastso turns the thing on, showing a large man in a tan suit, shadows obscuring everything on his face save a large, white mustache.
"Ah, hello thah, Ah apologize for the technical difficulties. Now let me take a look at ya... ya sure these're the only ones who responded?"
"Seems like, sir."
"Damn, Ah was hoping for a... healthier crop. Oh well, we'll just have ta make do. Now, welcome to Team Pyre, you three! Ah'm the big man around heah, name's Joseph H. Altamont, esq., but most people 'round heah call me the Old Man. Now, Ah know y'all are probably rarin' ta go out and start a ruckus, but there are some rules you gotta follah if'n ya want ta keep this a pleasent workin' relationship. First off, obey your Lieutenant, treason against him, me or any other part of Team Pyre is punishable by execution. Second off, yer badges."
Chubbs lays three shiny new pieces of gilded metal before each of you, all of them in the shape if a stylized Mt. Pyre with a small P engraved in the central peak.
"Take those and pin 'em somewhere the public isn't likely ta see. Yeah, like that. May be hope fer you yet. Anyhow, that right there is yer field uniform. Wear it at all times, and wear it with pride. Now the third and final rule: don't go runnin' around screamin' our team name all over the damn place. Most folk 'round here ain't know us from Mew, and Ah like keepin' it that way.
Now, with that bit of unpleasantness out of the way, let me say that Ah expect great things outta y'all fellers. Now if you could switch yer attention over to Mr. Gillespie here, he'll brief ya on yer first mission. Good luck, soldiers."
The Old Man salutes, and the screen goes black.
"Now, before i get to the actual briefing, let me make sure I got the right three initiates. Dakota Bisbee?"
He gets a purr in response.
"Commander Charles?"
Commander responds with a curt 'sir'.
"Terrence Matthews?"
Chubbs is flashed an overly bright smile.
"Alright, now your mission is to retrieve a package for analysis by our Scientists. It's being delivered to the Kin Islands by a former member of some criminal organization from Kanto. Gonna be pretty easy, just pick it up, lounge on the beach for a couple of hours and then come home. Any questions?"
Steam
Dakota squirms on the uncomfortable chair throughout the initiation proceedings. The constant feet-tapping, fingernail biting, and general fidgeting might be liable to get on one's nerves if that was the sort of thing that would annoy you.
When the round, metal, and above all shiny, badges come out, Dakota watches them as closely as a... well, c'mon I don't really have to say it, do I? Didn't think so, moving on. She snatches hers as soon as it's proffered, though the fact is was given freely, and not taken does remove a small amount of luster from the occasion. She'll obviously have to make due by stealing the badges from her coworkers as soon as the opportunity presents itself. For now, however, the problem of where to pin the badge is taking all available planning resources. She eventually settles on lifting her bright pink hoodie up over her head and pinning the badge to the white wifebeater she's using as an undershirt. Her antics trying to pin said badge while both her arms and head are tangled up in clothing could be described as hilarious or sobering, depending on the mood of the observer in question.
Her name is called just about as she surfaces from the pink and fuzzy depths of her hoodie, and she responds with a vaguely confirmatory mumble that might be construed as a purr if you were under the impression she was some sort of cat-person and not a totally normal in any and all ways teenage girl. Gosh.
"Nope!" she replies to fat man's latest query. "Dakota's ready to go!"
busy
busy busy busy busy
The ex-soldier sat and took stock of those who would be his knew companions. They didn't look combat ready. Still, this hadn't been the first time he'd had to be the muscle and protect mission specialists, and it's not like he wasn't getting paid.
He sat, adjusting the collar on his dress shirt. He did miss the fatigues, the nice uniforms, but they'd stick out like a sore thumb. Instead, he wore a powder-blue dress shirt and nice slacks, with sunglasses even though it wasn't the least bit bright inside. When the man handed him the badge, he took it and pinned it, upside down, on the inside of the collar. That way he could discretely flip the collar down to reveal his true allegiance without pulling up his shirt like an idiot.
Questions? It wasn't his place to ask questions. "No sir." He started to give a salute, but stopped midway through and instead ran his fingers through his hair.
fuck me
shock g how many times do i have to blow you to get in on this
I have a SONG MADE
I no rite? Only 3 submissions? :?
and man spoit yours was a joke one
Steam
Steam
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"Yeah, I've got one"
The young, expensively suited man takes a step towards the greasy working man, his 'cheery' smile turning further into one of menace.
"Where the hell..."
His teeth grit a bit, smile still perfect enough to make a orthopedic rich.
"...do you get off..."
His hand carefully pushes aside a coat tail, hovering over a small, intricately ornate pokeball on his hip.
"...announcing my fucking name last"
His left eyebrow twitches in pure rage as Terrence locks eyes with the fat man. His hand shaking a bit, he takes a deep breath, before closing his eyes and settling down.
A laugh, a small one, but it's there.
The young coordinator throws his head back up, flipping and running a hand through his expensively shampooed hair. His smile returns.
"Ah, my bad. Not used to, er, working with a boss, I suppose."
His hand falls back into his pocket.
"And yeah, no questions. The...mission...seems easy enough."
Terr grabs the small badge, pinning it to the underside of his tie.
"Now, are you fine folks providing us with a ride, or shall I procure one of my own? I'm sure we could get a nice stylized P right up on the side. Hmm, but we want to stay under the radar, yes? Maybe just this fancy little mountain whatever thing up on it. Ah, but then the symbol would become famous with our soon to be prestigious exploits I'm sure!"
only thing is
I'm confused because reading other people's stats it doesn't add up to 64 points across them all
so is there a different point amount we're supposed to be spending or what?
At level 0, your stat allocation should be 64. At Level 1, 65 (+1 due to level up).
HP - 5, ATK - 7, DEF - 3, SPATK - 4, SPDEF - 3, SPD - 5
You can usually figure out a pokemon's base stats by looking them up on bulbapedia or whatever and dividing em by 10. Most of the time it'll be the same, or pretty close.
SHIT.
Chubbs slaps down three manilla folders.
"Those are more detailed instructions, and the plans for extraction. Have fun, and good luck."
Gillespie shoves you out of his office, and after a minute a [VIDURL="
alright now you dudes can either run around Lillycove for an hour or just have me skip you over to Three Island
Steam
As Gillespie returns to his desk, a loud crash interrupts the otherwise uniform ceiling, creating a gaping hole through which laptop drops. Without prompting or warning, a video begins playing on the screen.
*video goes here once youtube uploads it*
YO WHAT UP IT'S TIME FOR SOME STATS DAWGGG
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Level: 1
Hometown: Celadon City, Kanto
Stats:
Base Class: Breeder
Features:
An extremely talent breeder and incredibly ambitious teen, Mike was driven from a young age to push his pokemon to their upper limits. When the pokemon were found to be unfit for his needs, he simply evolved them and bred new ones, and when he found himself unable to acquire suitable parents, he stole the genetic donors he needed. He also loves him mom.
Skippy
Species: Ponyta
Gender: Male
Ability: Flash Fire
Nature: Naive
Stats: Moves: Tackle, Growl
Capabilities: Overland 6, Jump 4, Power 2, Intelligence 4, Firestarter, Glow, Heater, Sinker
Skippy originally belonged to a caring, loving girl who ran a ranch full of Ponytas. She lovingly brushed him every day and never battled him for fear of him getting hurt or dirty. What a bitch. Luckily, Mike appeared at the ranch one day in an attempt to learn how to breed fire-y horses with one another and instantly struck a bond with Skippy when he smacked him for misbehaving. Skippy had never been disciplined before and lacked the proper structure to become truly great; however, Mike saw Skippy's potential (after sticking him with a needle and examining the DNA), traded the pokemon for what he said was an Eevee but was actually a dressed up Magikarp, and the two have been fucking awesome ever since.
Steam
Ha ha... ha... ha... hmm. Anyway, you can find those here. And a IC post here
URL="http://pokemonadventures.pbworks.com/Dakota-Bisbee"] Dakota [/URL
Dakota stuffs the manila folder in a raggedy sack with a faint jingle. She then turns and nods to her business associates.
Without bothering to accelerate through the speeds in between "standstill" and "sprinting", she's at the stairs leading to the foyer below in a blink. She jumps up onto the handrail, balancing for a second to reorient herself to face back down the hall.
"Gonna get there first," she says smugly, letting herself fall backwards.
And then she's gone, leaping off the guard's desk below her (much to the guard's surprise) and shooting across the floor, her sneakers skidding with a screech as she stops to shoulder the front door open before running off into the street, vaguely in the direction of the docks.
After Dakota sprints off to the city, a figure can be seen running down the hall, waving a brick around. [0] Unfortunately, the newcomers hands are really sweaty, and his acceptance brick hurtles down on to the guard's (let's call this one Mr. Fluffles) desk a floor below with a sickening crack.
"Damnit! Not again!"
e: yes fix 'em
Steam
Tucking the envelop into his suit pocket where it mysteriously disappears, Terrence nonchalantly kneeds his hands behind his head, turning on a dime and starting into that light walk toward the exit.
"Now, as leader of our little group, I say we head to the Pokem-"
The mangy catgirl blows past the snob, kicking up his coat.
Terrence's eye twitches for a brief moment, before his hands move to remove the newly added wrinkles to his shirt.
"As leader of our little group, I say we head to the docks, which was my idea in the first place before that girl stole it, an activity that I am sure she is quite fond of the lame pickpocketeer"
Terrence breaks into the light trot, stopping only upon exiting the building. He looks back at the Commander.
"Oh, Muscle, do you mind if I call you that? Oh wait, I don't care. Muscle, walk with me. I have matters I wish to discuss"
so you could read it while... you read it?
Commander stood up and walked over to the demeaning youngster. He'd had to protect lots of incompetent idiots before... ambassadors, politicians, specialists... but most of them, though condescending, were either older than him or were at least appreciative that he came along, at least after the bullets started flying.
This one... not so much. With one arm, he lifted the young man by his very expensive suit jacket and pressed him against the wall. "You will address me as Commander." Then he let him go and left, walking towards the docks.
Terrence's face is blank for a moment. That is, before a very large, very expensive smile steals away the expression's place.
"Oh boy, you're gonna be useful, huh Muscle? God I can't wait, I can already tell this will be fun"
Flattening out his coat, Terrence tucks his hands into his pockets before happily walking off toward the docks, a small whistle escaping his lips as he twirls an imaginary cane.
"So you're the other one, eh? No don't say anything." Fluffles dusts some brick dust out of his mustache, producing a badge from... somewhere and stuffing it in your neophitic hands. Fluffs then turns around.
"You two! Yeah, Jarhead and Prettyboy! Congratulations, this genius is yours! Have fun!"
Fluffs then huffs off in a cloud of brick dust.
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Turning to address the new one Commander tilted his head and cracked his neck. "You're smart, huh? Tell that kid if he calls me Muscle again, he'll be feeling my bicep down his throat. But uhh, tell it smartly. Elaborate."
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"Oh Muscle you are such a cad"
Dakota sits outside on a second floor ledge, patiently swinging her feet. These people sure aren't much of a challenge in a race, that's for sure.
What are they doing in there? Having a party? Making out or something?
...Maybe she should check.
"Listen up, Barbara. You want me to listen to you, you call me Commander. If not, I'll be happy to watch you die. Now then," he looked at his watch. "I'm off." Without waiting for a response, he left the building to the docks.
fuck
give me a minute to figure out my way around the wiki and I will JIFFY SOME POSTS UP
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