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Summer is here, and the heat has come with it! Anrui has fully returned to her typical hot and sticky weather. The pokemon who enjoy the warmth are out in droves, while the ones who preferred the cooler temperatures are finding some shade to relax in. Be warned, though! Just because the temperture is warmer doesn't mean the pokemon are any friendlier...
Welcome to the Anrui Region, where training is illegal. The Anrui Region is a desolate and lonely place, a once bustling region that has lived under the oppression of Team Plasma for many years. Plasma took over and outlawed training of Pokemon. Raids occurred and people and Pokemon alike were killed. Back alley gym matches were held, but people remain terrified to overthrow Plasma. Who will you side with, Plasma? Or The Resistance?
While Xiulan Xia may be new on site, she's carved her way into the spotlight for being a dynamic and well-portrayed character! Shrouded in mystery over the secretive events of her life, she is now painted with conspiracy that seems to follow her wherever she goes - ask her about it, we dare you. Cutthroat and hardened by an intense and passionate drive towards a linear goal, any thread with her is bound to heat up should your character so happen to cross paths with her. We can't wait to see where she goes from here!
"The sketches flew by quickly as Renly searched for the page he was looking for. It was a page with just one sketch, however the empty spaces had been filled in with watercolor paint. The scene depicted two cats - one shiny shinx and one glameow - curled together and napping. "I usually paint with acrylics, but I was testing some new paints my sister got me, and... uh, yea," his voice drifted off, realizing that she probably didn't care about what types of paint he used." - Renly Martell
"Well, obviously not all doors. I did knock on yours though, didn't I? I suppose all doors here are your doors though, so apologies for that one ... My mother wasn't a good teacher, nor an attentive one." - Nova Fuerst
When most people think of birthdays, they think of balloons, gifts, parties, laughter, and cake. However for some people, birthdays are not a day of celebration. The thread put back the stars, starring King Esten and Julian Miller, is not your typical birthday celebration. Instead, this thread takes the birthday theme and artistically turns it on its head, focusing strongly on the loving bond between two friends coming together to make the most of a tough situation.
Post by Giuseppe Esposito on Apr 27, 2013 22:42:08 GMT -5
This thread will be a thread in which Giuseppe is looking for pokemon to catch and sell in his shop. I honestly don't want his levels to sky rocket through battling trainers because I don't want him to be ridiculously over-levelled when he battles Resix, so I mean go ahead and give me a trainer or two if you've got a really great idea, but otherwise if you don't mind, stick to pokemon/events plz? In all, if you want to label it, I'd consider this to be a pretty low to low-medium risk thread.
Also to avoid over-levelling his pokemon, for this thread his team will consist of:
[atrb=border,0,true] Texas 8 Male CompoundEyes&Unnerve Leech Life Spider Web Thunderwave Cross Poison
Post by Giuseppe Esposito on Apr 27, 2013 23:24:44 GMT -5
It was a shame, really, how little income his cousin was providing him. You'd think someone with an actual governmental job would be making much more, and yet he barely received fifty bucks from her a week. Not to mention, she was rather slow at having her pokemon bred, and they were beginning to run out of combinations for breeding.
Giuseppe didn't used to be obsessed with how much money he was making. When he was living in the woods, it wasn't a big deal whether he had money. There were pokemon and plants to eat, streams to drink from, and pelts to keep him warm. Not to mention, the adrenaline rushes that came from everyday survival was enough to keep his body fit and awake.
Now, however, Giuseppe had tasted the pleasure of being able to walk into a store and order someone to make you food. He had experienced the effects of wearing nice clothes, and of staying in a nice hotel. He'd admit that while journeying from town to town, he usually slept in the woods, and that, during the winter, he preferred his handmade beartic-fur jacket over any fancy winter clothing, but there was just something about having money - having the power to choose what he wanted and paying someone to do it for him.
And unfortunately, things had slowed down at the shop, which meant income was beginning to roll to a halt. With Charlie barely bringing anything in (he should tell her he was going to stop paying for her son's daycare - that would speed her up), he had decided that it was time he took matters into his own hands.
He had dressed for the job. Now that Spring was upon them, the Anrui heat was beginning to come back, although he knew it would be cooler down in the cave. Instead of his typical set of dress pants and shoes, he wore a pair of jeans, with nothing covering his feat. For now, his chest was covered with a plain white tshirt, however depending on how warm it would be in the cave, he was considering going with out it. Over his shoulder, a leather bag hung, carrying everything he needed from healing items to extra pokeballs to his knife. The pokeballs of his party bounced in the pocket of his pants, three in each, along with his cigarettes and his lighter.
For once, he was walking alone as he entered the cave. Typically, his houndoom, Bond, was out of his pokeball, sniffing and exploring. Giuseppe was worried, however, that the pokemon's presence might scare some of the more timid natives away, and he wanted to have as much of a selection as he could. It was strange being on his own. It wasn't that he and Bond did much talking - Giuseppe was quite fluent in pokespeak, but the hell hound honestly didn't do a lot of talking, and that suited Giuseppe just fine. It was just odd not having an extra pair of ears and eyes to watch out for things, but he knew in a matter of minutes he probably wouldn't be alone anymore.
Ughhh she hated it here. The beauty let out an exasperated sigh as she sat, propped up prissily on the large boldore. Fucking missions, she rolled her eyes before studying her make-up in the little portable and lighted mirror she brought everywhere. They were always so...so so, ughhhhhh. She blew a stray piece of golden blonde bangs out of her eyes. At least when that other guy was a professor she could weasel her way out of most of this dumb stuff. Needless to say the batshit new one was starting to wear down on the beauty.
"Oh, hey, hey!" The boldore under her had began to fidget a little, sending a few sharp yelps of protest from the blonde. It ushered a growl that the girl assumed was an apology before stiffening up once more.
Honestly, she had no idea where it and the surrounding...could she even count them? one, two, three, four...a fucking lot, just a fucking lot of roggenrola's came from. But she didn't mind. They seemed to do what she wanted them to, whether or not they were in their pokeballs. And, the girl assumed, that would probably make her shift a bit easier.
She soon went back to the real task at hand, her eye makeup, tilting her head to the left she studied her bright blue beauties flicking her mascara up the lashes like leonardo would flick up a paintbrush but something...something caught her eye in that mirror. She tilted it a bit, just a bit to look at the movement from the corner.
Why, hello there.
She snapped the mirror shut, placing her hands mischievously on her crossed knees. The surrounding roggenrolas turned as well, making various movements in response to the new-comer.
"Pokemon training's illegal you know," She said, bouncing her shoulders a bit with an air of nonchalance and flirtation before looking up at the shirtless man with a sly smile.
Post by Giuseppe Esposito on May 9, 2013 20:15:22 GMT -5
OoC; Ah, yes, of course.
It didn't take long for Giuseppe to spot a bit of life in the cave, although it wasn't quite what he was expecting. She was a girl, a beauty even, sitting on a boldore and checking her make up, surrounded by quite a few roggenrolas, almost as if she was a shrine they were worshiping... Not necessarily the kind of thing you'd expect to see upon entering a dank, dark cave. As he approached, stealthily and silently as always, she must have seen him in her mirror, for she snapped it shut and put her hands on her knees, looking at him. The surrounding roggenrolas faced him also.
"Pokemon training's illegal you know." Mkay, some greeting, that's for sure. Where exactly was he supposed to think she was going with that? Her tone was flirty and her body language certainly said welcoming, however what she said - was it supposed to be a threat or a come on?
"What?!" Giuseppe exclaimed in response. Jaw dropping and eye widening, he let his head fall slightly in an exasperated way. For a moment he let his gaze look around, as if searching for a memory, before focusing back on the girl. Tilting his head, he scoffed. "You don't say," he muttered, truly attempting to keep the sarcasm out of his voice, instead choosing to feign disbelief. For a moment, his gaze shifted back to the roggenrola, and then to the boldore, and then back to the beauty. "But that must mean that these pokemon can't possibly be yours, which means... Which means they just came to you." Suddenly, he straightened, features shifting as though he was coming to a realization.
"That must make you... The queen of these roggenrolas," he said, acting completely mystified. And of course, always one to go the distance, the man dropped to his knees, pressing his hands to the floor of the cave. "I am in the presence of royalty." Dropping his head to face the ground, he allowed himself a smile. What the fuck was he even doing right now?
What the fuck was he even doing right now? She was used to being praised, seeing as she was a real beauty and eye candy for men, and sometimes even women. This on the other hand was creepy.
Like, really creepy. Queen of the Roggenrollas? Honestly, she had just caught them because they wouldn't stop staring at her. She was here to look for idiots and train to prepare for those idiots. What with the old guard being absent and such, the whole place was teeming with Plasma lackies every now and then.
On top of that, twice as many regular trainers and resistance assholes were present. The praise seemed true, but it was oddly carried out. Not that she really cared; praise was praise and he seemed easily to manipulate. It wasn't really her forte or her specialty. She could ask someone for help and they wouldn't blink. They'd rush to do the job and come back happy.
It was weird.
And speaking of weird, she needed to tell him that.
"Uh, dude... You're really creepy right now. Unless you have business here, I'm going to have to ask you to turn around and leave. Even if you do have business, I can't let you through."
God, she was being too formal. Then again who wouldn't be too formal in this situation. Telling him to fuck off would probably make him cry or something. He did seem like one to get emotional real quick. Or maybe it was just the fact everyone cried when she'd yell at them.
She didn't know, and she didn't care one bit. What she did care about was the Boldore trying to adjust himself. And just when she was actually comfy, too!
"HEY NOW! Damn thing, stop it! You're the one that wanted me to sit on you, you perverted chunk of rock!"
With a swipe of her legs, she slid off the giant rock and turned to face it, leering at what seemed to be its face. she then raised a hand and gently swatted at its side; any harder and she'd probably break her hand on it. The sentient rock turned away, embarrassed as could be.
"Yeah, you better look away. Honestly, I don't even know why I decided to catch you and your family.
All you freaks ever do is stare at me like I'm a Goddess or something."
Post by Giuseppe Esposito on Jun 10, 2013 13:29:03 GMT -5
At the sound of the girl's reply, Giuseppe sat up, sitting on his legs and leaning back so that his butt rested on his feet. Her response was perfect, exactly the sort of odd confusion that he had been hoping to inspire. Slowly, a casual smile spread onto his face, although he was a little disappointed with what else she had to say.
Was she another guard? Mew, didn't he just get rid of one of these a month or two ago, and they already had a new one in place? There was the chance that she wasn't a guard at all, of course, and was only stationed here to train, but honestly it seemed doubtful that a girl like her would take that option.
Before he could respond, his eyes dropped to the boldore that had shifted under her. He watched, smile waning, as she slid off and reprimanded the thing for, what, just repositioning? Giuseppe blinked, his smile dropping fully as he watched the pokemon shift to the side, embarrassed.
So she had just caught these pokemon then. By the looks of them, they hadn't given up much of a fight, which means they must have been looking for a new home with a trainer. And now look at them, being yelled and swatted at, insulted for idolizing their newfound trainer and for simply trying to get comfortable with a full grown human sitting on top of them.
Having being raised the way he had been, Giuseppe was used to harsh pokemon, the ones that lashed out towards humans and other pokemon in anger for one reason or another. So, seeing a soft hearted group of pokemon being punished and insulted for no good reason was, to be honest, a little heart breaking.
"Hey," he said to the woman, his tone completely serious as opposed to the mock wonder it was earlier. "There are plenty of rocks in this cave. If you want to sit on one that doesn't move, then don't sit on the boldore."
Slowly, but without taking his eyes off of the woman, Giuseppe stood up, placing his hands in his pockets, coming in contact with the pokeballs as a sort of reassurance.
Emmaline wagged her finger back and forth at the perverted rock-type. It was just lucky that she needed a place to sit, and was probably the most comfortable thing to sit on out here. She almost forgot the groveling boy was still there flat on his face worshiping her.
Now what? Did he have some kind of offering for her? ”I thought I told you to..” She whirled around, finger pointed. Ready to reprimand this one as well, but something was off. Something was different about him. He didn't have such a stupid look on his face, and his voice sounded a lot more serious now. ”There are plenty of rocks in this cave. If you want to sit on one that doesn't move, then don't sit on the boldore.”
How dare he speak to her like that?
”Hey, do you have some kind of death wish or something? I told you to beat it!” She wasn't going to let him mouth off to her like that. He must have had some balls to run his trap like that when she had such a crowd of Roggenrolla and a Boldore around her. The best part was that she didn't even have to battle. ”I'll give you one last chance to turn around and go home,”
[/b] She had to at least make it sound like she wanted to battle. ”If not, you're under arrest. Your choice.” [/div][/td][/tr][tr][td]
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Post by Giuseppe Esposito on Jun 16, 2013 9:56:38 GMT -5
That was a threat. Unlike her comment earlier, the one that he hadn't been certain of the meaning behind, he knew what she meant now. Do what she says, or suffer the awful punishment of whichever side she was on. Judging by her threat to him, and her awful treatment of pokemon, he assumed it was Plasma this time.
He heaved a heavy sigh, tilting his head so that a tad bit more of his dark hair fell over his bad eye. Taking a few slow steps towards the girl, he looked her over, analyzing her for any immediate phsycial threats. She was shorter than him, and skinnier too, lacking slightly in muscle. Standing close, he looked down at her, a smirk on his face.
"Make me," he muttered, leaning forward slightly so that he was speaking directly to her face.
After a second or two, he pulled away and took his hands out of his pockets so that he could crouch down, facing the boldore. Reaching out a hand, he went to pat the large pokemon's back/side/thing.
"It's alright, big guy. You didn't do anything wrong. She should just be happy that you can support all of that weight, huh?" he said to it, his Italian voice mimicing the sort of tone you'd use with a baby or a puppy.
Her eyes widened from his bold disobedience. She couldn't, she wouldn't let him speak to her that way. Sure, she wasn't exactly a high ranking officer in plasma, but she was an agent nonetheless and had authority over this poor excuse for a citizen. ”It's alright, big guy. You didn't do anything wrong. She should just be happy that you can support all of that weight, huh?” Emmaline made her outrage a lot less noticable this time.
She flicked her golden hair to the side, and his insult along with it. She looked at him now with a much more competitive, cocky demeanor. ”You sure do have a smart mouth,”
[/b] She lifted her petite body off of the Boldore, allowing it to move freely. It swiveled its body around so it was facing Giuseppe along with all the Roggenrollas.
”I'll be sure to give you an attitude adjustment.” She looked to the Boldore, bending down and pressing her full lips against its rigid body. ”Hey cutie. Could you please help me beat up this bad, bad man?” The rock-type shuddered, moving forward without hesitation. Completely infatuated with the beauty he was ready to battle on her behalf.
She snapped a smart look at the male. He made the mistake of underestimating her. Emmaline may have not liked missions very much, but she that didn't mean she was bad at it. [/div][/td][/tr][tr][td]
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Post by Giuseppe Esposito on Jun 18, 2013 9:46:50 GMT -5
As the woman slid off of the boldore, Giuseppe stood up and backed a few steps to allow the pokemon to step forward. He couldn't help but chuckle just slightly. She had that pokemon wrapped around her pretty little finger and she knew it. A smirk grew on his face as he backed up a few more steps, eying the pokemon and putting a hand back into his pocket.
He dug around for only a second before he found the ball he was looking for. It was sort of cold and sort of heavy, but mostly clammy - the ball of his mudkip. Taking it out, he expanded it as he held it out, releasing the small water type. The mudkip turned towards him and smiled, happy to be out of the PC for once.
"Ready to battle, girl?" Giuseppe asked, a smile on his face at the eager expression of his pokmeon. Torrent nodded before turning back towards the boldore, whom she assumed was her opponent, and giving a small growl.
"Thatta girl, Torrent. Now, water gun," Giuseppe commanded, face serious once again as he pointed to the boldore.
Torrent leapt forward, figuring it best to keep in range of the large rock. Looking up at the massive thing, she gulped, though not in fear. She was merely preparing to use her water gun, something she did without missing a beat.
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