WELCOME TO THE SINNOH REGION, a massive island rich with exploration and Pokemon. Legends say that Sinnoh was the very first Pokemon region to come into being;
and so the nefarious Team Galactic has begun searching for the time and space Pokemon in an effort to destroy and recreate the entire Pokemon Universe. Will you step up, earn your badges,
and fight to defend the world? Or do you believe in Galactic ideals, wishing to follow their efforts in starting anew?
[ 08.15 ] Welcome to Sinnoh! Team Rocket have arrived in Sinnoh and have left a very daunting message here. With the introduction of a new class comes another promo!
Check out the rocket promotion here and stay tuned for many more exciting events!
major news alert!
witness reports from all over the region has been flooding in about strange happenings at the three lakes. what's more perplexing is that these occurrences seem to be happening spontaneously at the lakes. just moments ago, a burst of light erupted at the locations and residents in the vicinity have reported that the lake-side pokemon have turned aggressive and attack on sight.
However, there have been rumours and sightings of the legendary lake trio which has had trainers flocking in from all over the region.
Post by PARKER COMSTOCK on Jul 18, 2016 21:37:47 GMT
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Parker generally had a few rules. Simple things designed to make his life a lot easier. One was don't talk to strangers who look like they had knives, because generally speaking they most often did. Another was don't sell to undercover cops, not after last time. One of the most important was don't go out on a really bad day. These bad days usually consisted of migraines and irritability above the norm. Of course though, now with a damn pokemon thrust into his arm on a confusing trip through a small town, which he never really wanted, he had responsibilities. Like, actual adult things he needed to do. Egg was pretty small, fitting comfortably in his arms, and she was also named Egg which was pretty fucking stupid but he couldn't think of anything else at the time and she seemed totally fine with it so.....whatever.
Today though? Today was a really bad day. His migraine was at full force making it nearly impossible to bear the light around him. He was face down on his couch with a ratty pillow over his head when Egg decided she needed food, and then Parker realized he had none for the small baby vulture.
"Fuuuuuuuuck man."
He sighed and slowly got up, gingerly rubbing his eyes underneath his glasses before shoving on his worn out shoes and pulling on a sweatshirt that hid the knife in the band of his pants. It also hid the fact he wasn't wearing a binder today,unable to raise his arms very high enough due to his pounding headache. Feeling vaguely naked and very uncomfortable he grabbed his keys and tucked Egg in his arms and walked out, heading for the stores. He avoided most of the crowds, most of the groups of tourists and trainers walking around, feeling his knuckles itch with the urge to hit something or someone.
Egg chirped to distract him, seeming to already understand his violent tendencies. He sighed and scowled at anyone who looked at him, walking into the pokemart and perusing the aisles with little knowledge as to what he was buying. Headache pounding in his school he stared at the different brands of pokemon food, ready to explode at any moment.
Post by NICOLETTE SILPH on Jul 21, 2016 4:21:20 GMT
[attr="class","dilyrics3"]Your lips feel warm to the touch You can bring me back to life On the outside you're ablaze and alive But
[attr="class","dilyric3"]you're dead inside
[attr="class","dibody3"]he was late. missing, actually. nicolette has never been known for being patient; it's worn thin by the time she finally catches the familiar glimpse of hair, completely by chance.
a pokemart.
seriously?
"you want the meaty shit," she leans against the bags next to him, eyeing the vullaby. he looks tired. angry. she doesn't care. "so what happened to '12pm sharp'?" she sounds as annoyed as she looks- parker isn't the only one having a shit day, despite her lack of visible pain. two pikachu trail behind her, soon wandering off to take guard in the mart. one to the rafters, other wandering the isles. she's long used to their scampering by now, all of her attention on the confused recruit.
"next time you want to cancel, text. send a fucking pidove. anything."
Post by PARKER COMSTOCK on Jul 21, 2016 17:00:45 GMT
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Again, Parker generally had a few rules. One was don't miss appointments. This was very important, as keeping a doped up clientele made that clientele come back more and more, which made Parker more and more money. So when the Silph girl showed up, someone he'd seen and sold to before considering they were both in Galactic and easy to reach, he wasn't really surprised.
Fuck, had he really missed that appointment? He scowled to himself, wrapping Egg tighter in his arms as she flapped with alarm at the new person.
"Meaty shit? Like this stuff?"
He scowled down at Egg and scolded her lightly with a small snarl, which made her settle uneasily. He picked up a bag and read the ingredients, seeing something or other about it being specialized for bird pokemon, but then again he had a fucking vulture in his arms.
Somehow, he didn't think grains and nuts would cut it.
Putting the bag down he sighed and lifted his hood up, settling the bird down inside so she was tucked against the back of his head where she could nest without bothering him.
"12 sharp ended when the migraine kicked in. I didn't cancel, I forgot. Difference. Not a good day Nic. I think I have some-maybe..."
He dug in his pockets and made a small noise when he found what he was looking for, a baggie of weed, a few blunts, and a few dope bags.
"What you looking for today?"
He eyed her for a moment before nudging his glasses back up his nose and continuing to look at the pokemon food, picking up a different back labeled for "intense meat eaters!!" and reading the ingredients list. Fuck, if he had a fucking responsibility he might as well treat her right.
Post by NICOLETTE SILPH on Jul 22, 2016 7:45:48 GMT
[attr="class","dilyrics3"]Your lips feel warm to the touch You can bring me back to life On the outside you're ablaze and alive But
[attr="class","dilyric3"]you're dead inside
[attr="class","dibody3"]"everything. won't be able to meet for a while, got someone on my ass trying to hold me up for good behavior," venom laces the last two words, distaste for a certain ranger coming to mind. "i got cash. whatever you ain't up for keeping is fine," she grumbles, giving the market a quick glance. one camera in the upper right corner of the store- she scoffs, quick to shift her attention back to the selection in front of them.
what was worse, forgetfulness or laziness? she assumes the former, but both leave a bad taste in her mouth. she barely sheds a strand of pity for the recruit, but she's not necessarily in a place to berate him, not when she was asking for his shit. after all, he was usually on time, on point, every time. annoyance lingers, but no longer predominates her tone. she points a red-colored bag toward the bottom of the collection. "that one. even got a pic of a mandabuzz on it. migraine fuckin' with your prescription or something?" she already knows from experience, but the sarcasm is impossible to hold back.
"oh. that angel, or fairy, whatever the fuck it was-dust shit you had last week nearly fuckin' killed me, when the fuck is that comin' back?" she flashes a quick grin, almost embarrassed to admit it was gone already. she remembered specifically being told to pace herself, and yet..
well, she made it out all right; maybe only a little worse for wear.
"buy your shit and let's smoke the migraine outta ya."
[attr="class","ditags3"]merp referencing other thread sorry lmk if not ok✖PARKER COMSTOCK✖
Post by PARKER COMSTOCK on Jul 22, 2016 16:20:00 GMT
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Everything? Damn this girl was going to be the end of his supply. He knew he had more at home but he didn't want her dead, what he had on him would be enough for her now. Plus another rule was don't bring clients back to his house, and don't go to theirs. It was a simple way NOT to get stabbed or have people trying to rob him, like they really could anyway.
"Everything is a wide category. But I can help ya out."
He glanced at her before picking up the bag she pointed to with a frown, reading the ingredients list again and again, trying to focus on the swimming words. He didn't have a remark for her to come back to honestly, the pain in his head was pretty intense. Which probably would have told her how bad it was, considering the ball of anger always had something snarky to say back.
"This looks good...."
He tucked the bag under his arm, feeling around in his pockets and coming up with a small baggie full of light pink powder. He shoved it back in his pocket quickly, surprised he even had that on him. He knew he usually stashed shit on him for days like this but to have such a new product was weird.
"Fairy dust? Thought I told you not to take it all at once. Okay so I have 3 dope bags, about 4 blunts, a baggie of Liquid Sunshine, and a baggie of fairy dust. You want it all?"
He calculated the costs in his head, while simultaneously paying for the bag at the counter. He tucked the bag back under his arm and walked outside, knowing Nic would follow him. She needed her fix after all. He counted with his eyes closed, hard to focus with the pounding headache.
"270 for the lot. Be careful dude, there's a full gram of fairy dust there though."
Post by NICOLETTE SILPH on Jul 22, 2016 19:02:56 GMT
[attr="class","dilyrics3"]Your lips feel warm to the touch You can bring me back to life On the outside you're ablaze and alive But
[attr="class","dilyric3"]you're dead inside
[attr="class","dibody3"]"you really gonna do it in here?" she laughs, watching him rummage around. a quick whistle and the female pikachu has given a quick shot to reboot the security system, camera going black for anyone watching. it would start again soon enough-- enough time for them to get out, and enough time for it to seem like a simple glitch in the system. "you really are fucked up, huh? it's a fuckin' pokemart." still, she appreciates his effort.
"yeah, perfect, thanks,"
she flashes a smile to the cashier before sticking to his heels on the way out, sun beating down mercilessly, at the height of its power. both pikachu follow them out, running ahead to take up security from above. shit. 270, fuckin serious? she hides her annoyance; as far as comstock should be concerned, she's still loaded. she didn't need people to know that her account was in the negatives, and that the cash he was getting was collected in.. not so savory methods. if anything, she still had her pride; at least to the outside world.
"gram shmam, i'll be fine. you wanna duck out to do this?" she nods toward an ally coming up, eyes flickering to a glimpse of yellow on the rooftop- area secured. still... something doesn't feel right. her pace never changes, but her attention does. she quietly releases another pokemon without a word, eyes catching a honchcrow in the skies (during the day, what?) landing across the street, on a rooftop. it glares them down.
"shit. go." it's a hiss, a quiet and hurried one at that. not too quickly- she doesn't dare let the silph grunt know that she's caught his trail. they reach the ally; she still doesn't bother explaining but her movements are rushed. one pikachu falls to her feet, followed by another, both fainted.
tricked.
a scowl sits on her face, joltik nestled against her collarbone as she looks above her, suddenly feeling very exposed, and very stupid. still, she stick by, if not behind parker. she may need him for drugs but that won't stop her from using him as a human shield should something go wrong.
the screech of the honchcrow can be heard over traffic- a bullet fires. intentional miss. they're toying with her. "how the fuck do they keep tracking me.." she growls, voice low. she feels like a cornered animal. she's dragged them deeper into the ally now; a figure enters from the entrance. another sits above, an obvious sniper.
"how fucked are ya?" she glances at parker, feeling the static from the insect on his skin crackle. both pikachu have quickly been recalled. her assassins remain silent- why are they taking so long? fuck, if they were from silph co she should have been dead alrea--
"... they fuckin' here for you?"
[attr="class","ditags3"]merp referencing other thread sorry lmk if not ok✖PARKER COMSTOCK✖
Post by PARKER COMSTOCK on Jul 22, 2016 19:33:20 GMT
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Honestly, most of the cash Parker had was from ill gotten gains. Not that it honestly mattered to him, money was money and he'd honestly just come back from Eternea and slashed some guys throat so it wasn't a bother for him. He looked up, feeling the charge in the air and sighed, wondering what kind of heat she'd brought on herself now. It wasn't like he didn't know her last name, and being in Galactic there must have been some story behind it all, not that he actually gave a shit.
He followed her into the alley, glancing around idly and doing his best to seem bored. Egg's at full attention by this point, looking around and chirping quietly. He shushes her quickly, tucking her back in his hoodie and shaking his head. He notices the way she pulls out another pokemon and frowns, knowing that he wasn't the best at pokemon battles anyway. He preferred his hand to hand combat.
He follows her deeper, wondering what shit he's gotten himself into this time and slightly irritated that he's not at his best to deal with this. He can barely lift his head, and he can feel a nosebleed, smell the iron, in the back of his throat. Shaking off the discomfort and pain he zones into combat mode, clenching his fists and waiting for the telltale sign of a sniper on the roof tops.
He gets distracted by the sight of her two fainted pikachu's on the ground, and then he's alarmed. So clearly she wasn't a match for these guys, but they haven't made a move yet so maybe they weren't actually after her...
When was the last time he fucked with someone? Not recently he knew that much-
Was his old crew back and angry that he left? Sure as shit could seem like it with the way they were toying with the two. A bullet whizzes by, nearly grazing him, and he stiffens slightly before forcing himself to relax.
"Fuck is this you or me kid?"
He shared a look with her, looking her up and down and gazing down the guy at the end of the alley. He puffs himself up, all raw power and simmering anger, and he approaches the guy who turns out.....wow.
"Fuck you man. You fucking serious?"
Treyco has the decency to look sheepish. He rubs the back of his neck and pulls out a gun, waving it in the air slightly before intentionally lowering it toward the ground.
"Listen Parker boss is still mad.."
"Listen Treyco I stole that coke like 4 fucking years ago he can deal with it."
Treyco sighs, looks annoyed for a brief moment before wrinkling his nose and sighing again. He raises both arms, gun still in his hand, and Parker takes enough action to reach forward and snatch it out of his loose hand. Before the sniper can shook he grabs Treyco around the throat and points the gun at his head, glancing up at Ray who was frowning. Bright pink sniper aimed at the two but hesitating, knowing that Treyco was...kind of really valuable to their crew back home.
"Just drop the shit and walk away okay? We'll tell him we couldn't find you."
"Fuck you Treyco. Nic just...I don't know, look away for a minute."
Post by NICOLETTE SILPH on Jul 26, 2016 3:18:51 GMT
[attr="class","dilyrics3"]Your lips feel warm to the touch You can bring me back to life On the outside you're ablaze and alive But
[attr="class","dilyric3"]you're dead inside
[attr="class","dibody3"]just look away for a minute.
tch.
in the few minutes of their scawbble, the joltik that had previously been tucked away has disappeared, planting itself happily on the back of the sniper's head. everything happens quickly- distraction is a bitch, and nicolette has been waiting to capitlize on their mistake. tch, silph grunts, as if. with a snap of her fingers electricity can be heard cracking from the rooftop.
the electroball has him dead in seconds. the rifle falls the ground, a single shot firing into the street as half of the sniper's limp body hangs from the rooftop. "the fuck you waiting for?" she snarls; in the few seconds joltik has done its job she's already retrieved the concealed pistol from her right thigh, holstered comfortable under her skirt along with a collection of pokeballs.
bang.
the bullet flies without hesitation, gunpowder replacing any other smell as the foot assailant earns the bullet through his skull. moments later the honchcrow from before falls to the ground, pachirisu in tow. the thing bleeds from various spots on its body, missing feathers reveals charred skin. the squirrel pokemon lands with a thud, dazed as it hits the ground with the dead bird. nicolette sighs, pushing hair out of her face with one hand and holstering the previous pistol with the other.
"i know you got a migraine and shit, but you'll get yourself killed if you stay that slow." she's already working on lighting a cigarette, holding it between her lips as she fishes around her pocket for the money she owes. smoke replaces the smell of a fired gun. all pokemon but the joltik are recalled as she eyes the entrance.
Post by PARKER COMSTOCK on Jul 26, 2016 20:57:14 GMT
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Sometimes, he forgot how much more violent everything was here. While Unova was nothing to shake a stick at, he raised his brows at Nic and shook his head, sighing. While he wasn't one to lament much, seeing Treyco and Ray both slumped over dead was....a bummer. He knelt down and sifted through Treyco's pockets, sighing and taking his wallet and gun.
"I coulda done it."
He muttered with a furrowed brow. He wasn't used to pokemon, especially not being involved in crime. Unova wasn't as rampant with crime ridden pokemon as Sinnoh was, or maybe that was just Galactic. He closed Treyco's eyes and groaned, looking up at Ray's limp body, blood dripping down the wall.
"I was in a crew with them.....fuck Nic."
He ran his hands through his hair, lips thin, heart heavy. He escaped them, that crew, made a name for himself in a new region in a new city with what was essentially a bigger gang. But they were still his first and he had a lot of friends in that gang, Treyco and Ray included. But now he'd have Ramsey on his ass. Nic too. And while he didn't doubt she could handle herself, knowing the Renegade and Vagabond and dealing with their hackers and grenade launchers.
What could he say? They were dramatic people.
"Alright take your shit and let's get out of here. I just.....fuck. My ass is over with now."
It really wasn't, but with a couple of professional assassins after him, he had reason to be nervous.
Post by NICOLETTE SILPH on Jul 27, 2016 18:48:06 GMT
[attr="class","dilyrics3"]Your lips feel warm to the touch You can bring me back to life On the outside you're ablaze and alive But
[attr="class","dilyric3"]you're dead inside
[attr="class","dibody3"]"what, you wanted to do it? get some poetic justice or some shit?" she scoffs, handing him the cash with extended hands of her own. sirens scream in the distance, but the silph girl shows no stress-- only annoyance. parker won't find any outward pity from her- she's been numb since she got her own crew killed back in kanto. still, she feels a resounding plunk of her heartstrings, if only for a moment. it shows with the frown on her lips, though he wouldn't see it as different from any other scowl she wore.
"you wanna come back with me for a bit?"
another blow of smoke in the air. if anything, she could get him to relax with his own pot. that, and it would be easier to fend off intruders with two people. she didn't expect much from the stubborn grunt though. "just til this shit blows over," she feels a headache of her own starting, stress building in her shoulders- she's getting tired.
"try not to think about it."
her voice softens, if only for a second. she doesn't wait for his response, instead opting to take hold of his hand once their exchange is completed to lead him out of the ally, dusk on the streets awaiting them.
Post by PARKER COMSTOCK on Jul 30, 2016 21:54:36 GMT
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Poetic justice? Was that what she thought it was? He sighed, frowning bitterly in her direction as he stood. His joints ached and he felt a bone deep weariness suddenly. He grabbed the cash from her and shoved it in his jeans pocket, picking up the abandoned gun at Treyco's waist and sending Egg up for the sniper. Two more guns he could add to his collection, and the hot pink sniper rifle was a favorite of Ray's. It'd be a waste letting it get taken as evidence for the police.
"Listen...."
He didn't offer anything else, just a twisted look that made him look as weary as he felt. He sighed then, nodding at her offer. Might as well stay together in case any of the others were around.
"My place or should we get a hotel room? I kinda don't want them near my place. But I need to hide these and grab my bat..."
He wasn't sad. He wasn't going to cry. He wasn't feeling abandoned all over again, and like his heart was ripped in two. He certainly wasn't feeling alienated and like some lost little girl all over again with no direction or sense of belonging. Nope. Not at all.
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