08.09.20. - Just a small update for you this month to bring you our August Promo featuring our black market shops! Additionally, thank you to all who posted in our Activity Check! if you did not get a chance to post in our AC or post an away message and are concerned for your characters, please reach out to Jello as soon as possible!
It's officially summer in Anrui, and the heat is here to prove it! Pokemon are out in droves, all trying to find some relief from the heat. Be careful - they're a little extra testy during heatwaves, and you don't want to get caught between them and some refreshing shade!
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?
One of our most welcoming, loyal, and patient of members can be found in Bee - who has been a member for two years now! Always friendly and active in both OOC and IC spaces, Bee is often one of the first people that new members are greeted by and lends a face of familiarity and kindness to any of Anrui's frontiers. With immaculate detail to each masterfully crafted post he writes, as well as the memorable and relatable qualities of his lifelike characters, Bee is a joy to roleplay with and a treasure to Anrui. We're honored to spotlight Bee as our Member of the Month!
As hardened as she is fierce, Nell Stark is a wonderful example of when the extremities of Anrui's political climate are pushed too far on a breakable human mind. Protective of her ideals and morals to the point of defection, watching how Nell is portrayed adapting to the side of the enemy she was once factioned against through her front of snappy indifference is equally parts fascinating and ambiguous. We're happy to announce Nell Stark as our Character of the Month!
In our Thread of the Month oh, life is bigger, Desmond Winters has been in prison for a decade now for murder and procuring, having fully accepted his fate of rotting in the concrete box - that was, until Phoenix Delgado, head researcher of RIVER on the hunt for a new assistant intern, showed up one fateful afternoon. With Desmond's subpar interview skills and Phoenix's cutthroat choosiness, these two collide and find that the traits once considered to be undesirable by others in a professional setting somehow fit together like puzzle pieces.
"Women want me, fish fear me. As loud as it typically was, he had never grown used to the rush of noise - the absolute cacophony - that rushed to his head, every time he would catch small glimpses of ripples and mistakes within the fabricated realm which held him willingly captive. Glitches in the simulation during which the veil would be tattered, fluttering about in the winds of unknown change and what lied behind the wall. Welling inside of him, something was wrong. So entirely, entirely wrong; the same kind of wrong as when he was certain he had left the stove on, or hadn't locked his door. The same wrong that rendered the atmosphere dense and strange, though apparently invisible to his eyes. They had probably forgotten to have her change before being sent out to collect him. Or warn him. Or terrorize him." - Julian Miller, A[D]VERSARY
Post by Thomas DuPont on Jul 5, 2018 23:45:56 GMT -5
Thomas jumped and cleared a rail in the alleys, heading deeper into the core of the city. His hair was slicked back with parts of sticking out in random places, adding to the crazy smile that he wore. The muttering to his self wasn't helping either, but he was simply feeling active, that was it. There was nothing to stimulate it, and once he got to a certain point, he had to withdraw his Jolteon, the only companion he had to talk to at the time.
He hated confining them to Pokeballs but he had to. Taking a deep breath, he felt down the front of his worn out t shirt, scratching his stomach through one of the holes on the shirt while his eyes searched the alleys. "Talk about a bummer. Still smells better than the trailer though." He joked to his self, chuckling under his breath and his own dark humor, cracking on his Uncle's home. He still refused to enter that place, and don't listen to him... it really doesn't smell that bad.
He let out an annoyed sigh, jumping up onto the edge of a dumpster, staring across the alley with a smirk on his face. One of his eyebrows cocked up as he muttered even more to his self, unintelligible... almost impossible for his self to hear over the noise of the city.
@ i don't know
Jolteon is holding lucky egg Froslass has Spell Tag +2 levels to Sparks
Post by Giuseppe Esposito on Jul 6, 2018 11:48:36 GMT -5
Sometimes it was nice to return to where it all started. Well, not that his life started here, but Hyo was where he got his first pokemon - the silent shuckle, whose expression never changed and who Giuseppe was convinced only wanted to get stronger so that he could end the world. He remembered training him here, along with his joltik. He had used his joltik to capture Fort, the machop who was now a large machoke in his fiance's care.
But he hadn't returned to Hyo with his shuckle or the machop. The only pokemon he had with him to whom Hyo would be familiar were his joltik and his houndoom. The hellhound walked near him, mostly sticking to the shadows. Sometimes he strode ahead of his trainer, and sometimes he lagged after, never appearing to be with Giuseppe to anyone who happened to catch a glance of him. Dark type pokemon had an eerie way of blending in.
He had brought some young pokemon with him to train. He was hoping to find something or someone small to battle. He turned down an alley, shifting his bag gently on his back as he walked, careful of the eggs resting inside.
Post by Thomas DuPont on Jul 6, 2018 12:53:38 GMT -5
He had honestly zoned out while standing on the edge of the large, metal dumpster. His mind was just running around, doing it's own thing, delving into the deep end of madness as it considered turning today's trip into a free running trip. That's why, when he came to thanks to movement in his line of sight, he let out a yelp and nearly fell backwards into the garbage filled container.
He waved his arms, bent his knees and leaned forward, saving his self from exposure to god knows what was in there. Probably used needles and dirty diapers knowing his luck. Thomas looked behind him and down, into the dumpster to consider what was really in there, then turned back to the movement that had shook him down from his musings. He's pretty sure he saw used contraceptives in there so consider today a blessing. He wasn't going to get an STD...
Hopping down from the dumpster for safety's sake, he straightened his self out from the quiet landing. "Heya hello what cha doin?" He asked the other person, considering leaning against the filthy wall but opting to stare at it instead.
Post by Giuseppe Esposito on Jul 15, 2018 13:45:41 GMT -5
As he rounded the corner into the alley, he caught sight of a man standing on a dumpster and stopped abruptly. That was odd for a person to do, and a quick scan of the alley didn't reveal why the man was doing it. No cause may have been a good thing, though - it meant Giuseppe wasn't about to walk in on someone tackling someone like a wrestler tackles someone from the corner post.
The sight of Giuseppe seemed to surprise the man, who quickly needed to find his balance. He did so, expertly waving his arms and pulling himself down and forward, lowering his center of gravity and widening his mass. As someone who had spent the majority of his younger years climbing from tree to tree, he recognized a fellow climber immediately.
Giuseppe continued into the alley as the man hopped down. From the looks of his pale eyes and hair, as well as his deep red eyes, it seemed that he was albino, just as his cousin Charlie was. That made him the third albino human he'd met, against all odds. He brushed the fact off, though, as the man spoke to him.
He spoke fast. Giuseppe cocked an eyebrow as his brain halfway drifted to where Bond might be lurking. Surely, with the addition of another human in the vicinity, the hellhound had stationed himself nearby.
"Hello," he answered in his gruff Italian voice. "I am just on a walk. What were you doing?" he asked him, gesturing with a glance towards the dumpster.
As he waited for the man's answer, he felt and heard a distinct crack in his bag. Judging the man not to be an immediate threat and knowing there was no way of avoiding the pokemon coming out of his bag, Giuseppe bent down and gently set the bag on the ground, peaking inside. There, one of his eggs had hatched, revealing a tiny Kangaskhan's head. It resembled the baby kanga that were often found in their mother's pouches - within the next couple of months, it would surely grow to its "adult" form and perhaps develop an egg of its own. With a grin, he pulled out a pokeball and quickly pulled the pokemon into its new home, which then dematerialized in front of his own eyes.
Post by Thomas DuPont on Jul 15, 2018 16:13:13 GMT -5
Thomas opened his mouth to speak, but was quickly cut off by a Honchkrow walking through the alley ways, seeming to come from nowhere with a bag in his beak. "Prophet! Where the hell have you been, you stupid fuck?" He asked, taking the backpack from him with a huff. He was stopped again by the bird flapping his wings and puffing his chest out. "What?" He asked the bird while narrowly avoiding a harsh peck at his feet. Furrowing his eyebrows, he looked into the bag and remembered that earlier, he had handed it to Prophet to watch over. Seems like the bird got bored. "Oh... Shit.""Prophet" The bird crowed, earning a frown from Thomas before he put him back into a ball. "Loud ass."
Of course, it wasn't like he was the loudest thing in the city, but the bird was going to continue giving his master hell over leaving him with the egg for so long. Placing the bag on his shoulders, he turned back to the other man who was doing his own thing. "Was just running around." He answered with a shrug. The sun was burning his skin of course, and he shouldn't really stay outdoors anymore than he had too, especially considering he rarely ever used 'bitch lotion' (Just costed way too much anyways). The worsening red across his face and on his nose as he crossed his eyes to look at it was a massive "go the fuck back indoors" but where's the fun in that.
"So. A walk through the alle-" Thomas asked, stopping his self and chuckling, realizing what he was about to say. "Never mind. I'm here too so whatever." Taking a couple of steps forward and shoving a hand out, he smiled over at the other individual with a smile reminiscent of a face cramp. "Thomas."
Post by Giuseppe Esposito on Aug 19, 2018 18:17:30 GMT -5
As Giuseppe closed his bag, he could feel one of the other eggs wiggling about. He had a feeling it was the honedge egg, as it was the egg he'd had the longest. Nonetheless, he wasn't going to worry about it right then and there. Gently swinging the back back up and over his shoulder, he stood back up. Just as he did so, a honchkrow appeared out of the darkness. He eyed the bird curiously. He had a murkrow of his own, but for so long she hadn't listened to his commands and so he had chosen not to use her. Now that he had several badges on his belt, maybe she would.
As bird and man interacted, Giuseppe let his eyes wander to the shadows beside him. His houndoom, Bond, was lingering up against a wall, nearly invisible in the darkness just as the honchkrow had been. Giuseppe's lips twitched into a small smile at the dog, reassuring him that odd man didn't seem like a threat yet, before his attention was brought back by the man's answer to his question.
He didn't seem to have much more of a reason to be here than Giuseppe had. They both just happened to be going for a stroll - for Giuseppe it was more of a walk, and for the man it was more of a climb - and nothing more. Fair enough. Giuseppe took the other man's hand firmly when it was offered, and shook it. "Giuseppe," he answered.
"That was quite the bird you had," he said, referencing back to the honchkrow. "I am a fan of dark types myself." He noted as he spoke the redness that was spreading across the man's skin, just like it would on Charlie's if she wasn't near constantly putting on that special lotion. He had always made fun of her for it, but he wouldn't do that to a stranger.
Post by Thomas DuPont on Sept 4, 2018 5:06:29 GMT -5
Thomas let out a giggle as the egg rocking against his back hit a ticklish spot, causing him to jerk and then take a moment to readjust where exactly that bag was sitting against his back. "Hi Gusseppe" Thomas mispronounced, making a face before shaking his head and giving it one more shot. "Giuseppe." He said firmly, almost to his self before shoving his hand back onto his hip.
"Thanks!... Though Prophet there found me more than I found him. I'm not sure who trains who..." He shook his head, looking towards the barely visible silhouette of a Houndoom behind the other man. "Ghost types are actually my favorite! But dark types come a close second." Thomas just liked being able to feel close to the ghost types. If it was anything he knew, it was what it was like to feel invisible and like a ghost to others. While the Pokemon were actual ghosts though, he was just a 'fucked up nut' as he referred to his self.
"So uh... fuck the sun- I mean. Nice weather we're having?" He scratched his head, obviously lacking the more finer parts of social graces as he hiccuped with a small burp, crossing his arms and staring down one of the alley ways, curious more than anything if there was something or someone down there. Cities always made his skin crawl with the sensation of being watched. Mostly cause it's a damned city and there's plenty of things to stare at the burning albino slinging expletives all over the place.
Shit. He needs to work on that. "So you're not a Plasma goon, are you?" He asked boldly, and seemingly reflexively with how off guard he looked at his self for asking. Holding his breath and watching the other, he mentally smacked his self on the ass for 1. Being so bold about it and 2. ... He forgot.
This man was... well, Giuseppe hadn't quite nailed down the word yet, but he was a lot to say the least. As his hand released from their shake, the man let out a giggle and had what seemed almost like a bit of a back spasm. However, without referencing the twitch at all, the man tested out his name - incorrectly - on his lips. Used to people being uncertain of his name at first, Giuseppe saw the obvious look of realization that he had said it incorrectly, although it seemed that the man was immediately ready to give it another try, which surprised him. Usually people mumbled through his name the first few times, looking away as though he wouldn't notice that they had pronounced it incorrectly. "There you go," he thought to himself once Thomas had gotten it correct; the smile that broke out on his face displayed the same emotion.[break][break]
As Thomas continued to speak, Giuseppe followed his eyes to where they lingered briefly on his houndoom. Bond hadn't sat yet, however he had made himself at the very least noticeable despite the shadow of the alley. Giuseppe could guess that the hound wasn't entirely comfortable yet with the man, although Giuseppe didn't see any danger in him yet. Shifting his bag on his shoulders, a few eggs clinked inside. [break][break]
"So uh... fuck the sun- I mean. Nice weather we're having?" [break][break]
The outburst made Giuseppe grin as he looked back at the albino. Before he could answer, perhaps noting something about how he had a cousin who burned easily as well, there was a strange sort of burp-hiccup-combination, followed by a different question, one much more unique to the region that they called home.[break][break]
Giuseppe only paused a moment to take in a steady breath. "No," he answered confidently with a smile. "I am not. And I am assuming you are not as well, judging by the way you asked that question?" [break][break]
Being engaged to a member of Plasma, while simultaneously hating Plasma and everything they stood for, was an odd boat to float in. On one hand, he cared deeply for his fiance and was aware of the various layers that went into his ties with the organization.[break][break]
But on the other hand, fuck Plasma. [break] [break][break]
bc cubone 9/10[break] bc lapras 6/10[break] shiny bc stunfisk 4/10
Post by Thomas DuPont on Jun 2, 2019 14:42:29 GMT -5
He readjusted the bag that held the egg, thankful that it went still, since the tickling was just a wee bit out of hand. Pointing to his self, jabbing a finger into his own, sweaty chest, he took the other hand and motioned to his torn shoes and more. Everything looked like a hand me down on him. "Do I look like I belong with those chicken fuckers?" He asked as he pulled his finger off his chest, looking side to side as if he though that someone had heard him.
But his fidgeting had certainly died down just a tad bit now that Giu had said he wasn't one of them either. So he was just in a little less danger than he first thought. Which was nice. Being in danger was stressful, and with meds that hardly ever worked, he happily took being a little less stressed any moment he could be happy enough to take it.
His shoulders bounced lightly in a series of hiccups that followed, and there wasn't much he could do to hold them down and that was a big cup of no bueno. "So. Did I ask what you're doing yet? I mean. Can't judge you. These trash holes are the best bet of not running into anybody else. And I don't need to crash into someone again while jumping around."
Giuseppe followed the man's sweeping motion, taking in the state of his being. He was a tad dirty - perhaps from playing in the garbage, he assumed - and his clothing was not in any sort of condition that he'd call "good." Comparitively, Giuseppe rarely left the house in anything less than a button up shirt and some nicely pressed dress pants. He supposed, though, that Thomas blended in a little more in this area than he did. As he considered their different outfits, the thought crossed his mind that this certainly could be some type of elaborate setup for a mugging, but he welcomed anyone to try. He had wrestled his fair share of pokemon throughout his youth, so a human should be easy. Plus, whatever was left over, Bond could broil.[break][break]
He didn't really think that this would be a violent mugging through. From the way this man was acting, it'd more likely be a team pickpocket than anything overly physical. Grinning at the man's use of the word "chicken fuckers," he stuffed his hands into his pockets nonetheless. [break][break]
After a moment, Giuseppe shook his head. "No. You do not look like a chicken fucker," he said jokingly, a giggle passing his lips as he did so. This person was amusing. Certainly different than the usual type of person that you'd meet in Hyo City's streets. [break][break]
Rocking back onto his heels slightly, Giuseppe nodded at the man's second question. "You did..." he drew out slowly. The first time that Thomas had asked, however, Giuseppe had given him the run of the mill answer that he always gave when questioned about his motives behind his whereabouts. 'Just going for a walk' was quick and easy to say, and it had the finality that was necessary to push the conversation onto something else. Now though, he was curious about this pale man, and assuming he was telling the truth about not being in Plasma, he supposed he could be a little more descriptive. He didn't bat an eye at Bond, after all. [break][break]
"I am actually looking for some weaker pokemon to train some of my young ones," he said, his voice much quieter than it had been. "So if you have seen any around, point me in their direction." As he rocked to and fro on his heels, he could feel the eggs in his bag wiggle against his back, almost in time with his movements. [break][break]
bc lapras 7/10[break] shiny bc stunfisk 5/10[break] shiny bc totodile 4/10[break][break]
lol he still engaged here[break][break]
also i removed his mudbray bc i wanted it to go to olivier as a baby[break] i'll toss in another one after some ic time passes. yknow, slow internet and all that.
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