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.
it's a lot less clean than he thought it would be. he gets these weird misconceptions in his head sometimes and more often than not is he unpleasantly surprised. it dawns on him that perhaps he may have just wandered into the bad part of town, considering the cheerful grins he'd received earlier have now been replaced with sidelong glances and the feeling of constantly being watched. lune walks at his side, complacent and quiet, which is doubly unusual. it's mostly what has maverick on edge.
he's exhausted. and the only thing he really wants right now is a hot meal and an honest to goodness real bed. while he usually doesn't complain about sleeping in the great outdoors, he'd be lying if he said he didn't miss a soft mattress and even softer pillows. but he'll only be here for one night. he's here to hit the pokemon center and grab another map to replace the one he's lost. oh, and hit the pokemon center before he goes back out. while lune is still doing just fine, the rest of his party have been battling wild pokemon for the last few days and need some checking up.
he stops, exhales. "didn't we already pass by this street corner?" lune groans next to him and shakes his head; the annoyance on his face actually relieves maverick. there he is. the squirtle tilts its head and points toward a crowd of congregated people. "right. maybe we can ask someone there." but as he approaches, he quickly forgets about his mission and becomes absorbed with the game that's going on.
a girl with dark blue hair moves walnut shells across the table. when they still, her gaze flickers back up, and the man at the front of the crowd points towards one of the shells. when it's lifted and it's revealed as empty, the man gets indignant. completely caught up in what's happening, maverick doesn't see the young kid who slips through the crowd of moon-eyed spectators, deft fingers slipping over the pokeballs on his belt. and at first he ignores lune when the squirtle tugs on his pant leg, but when one of his sneakers gets soaked and he looks down, he realizes what just happened.
panic rushes through him as he pats down his sides. "no no no no. i--lune, lune, where did they go?" he reaches down and grabs the squirtle by the arm so he can free them both from the pressing crowd. there are other people on the street and all of them are suddenly suspects. his heart is skipping beats and his hands are shaking. but then lune makes a noise and wriggles out of maverick's grasp, points towards a kid disappearing into an alleyway a couple blocks down. "that's him? that's--oh, arceus, come on." if he loses sight of him now, that could be it.
"h-hey!" he shouts. "stop that kid!"
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Post by PARKER COMSTOCK on Jul 30, 2016 22:04:09 GMT
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Parker had made more than enough money to call it a day. Counting out his bills as he casually walked down the alleyways of Jubilife, he was heading home for a well deserved nap. He could feel the tension in his shoulders growing and growing from being out and about for so long, and both his pokemon were surely hungry by now. Despite the difficulty, Egg was circling above in the air with her tiny wings, occasionally coming down for a rest on his shoulders.
Pudding was walking ahead of him in a real good watchdog fashion, despite being small. He really needed to look up the merits of evolving both of his baby pokemon, they weren't really threatening even if they did have a lot of good bite to them. When he saw the kid running down the alley, he didn't really think much about it. Until he heard the shout, and with a frown he debated getting involved.
That was, until he spotted the pokeballs in the kids hands that surely weren't his. That got his blood boiling and he reached out a hand as the kid passed, surely not expecting Parker of all people to catch him, grabbed his shirt and used the kid's momentum to slam him into the wall. The pokeballs went scattering across the alleyway and Parker delivered a swift hit to his gut, knocking the wind out of the kid before cracking him across the face, knocking him clean out.
Pudding grabbed the pokeballs and made a soft "whep" noise, walking to Parker and handing him the pokemon. Parker hummed and cradled the balls in his hand, glancing at the mouth of the alleyway and toward the kid who was shouting.
the world is spinning and he can't stop thinking, what if i lost them? what if i lost them? footsteps are too heavy and the mouth of the alleyway only looks like it's getting farther and farther away with each step he takes. his throat is sore and his eyes sting with unshed tears by the time he lurches around the street corner. he expects the thief to be long gone, to have disappeared into the heart of the city with practiced ease.
instead he sees the kid passed out on the ground. someone else is offering a hand. there's a din in his ears so he just looks dumbly down. his jaw clenches and he swallows past the lump in his throat as he takes the pokeballs. he'd recognize the nick on the side of myr's anywhere. "y-yes," he says roughly. "thank you, i--thank you. i thought i lost her."
instead of clipping them back onto his belt, he opens up his backpack and wedges them inside. sure, they're not within easy reach, but he'd rather be safe than sorry. when he looks back up, his eyes are gleaming with gratitude, more than he could ever say.
"i should make it up to you," he says, scratches the back of his neck uncertainly. "you didn't have to do that and, well, how can i do that? make it up to you, i mean."
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Post by PARKER COMSTOCK on Jul 31, 2016 23:38:30 GMT
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Parker didn't expect this, not this, not at all. Not some kid with swooping hair and a nice face with such a look of gratitude that it made his stomach lurch. He expected some snot nosed brat who'd never been in the city before, some kid who would thank him and run off never to be seen again. Parker clenched his teeth suddenly as their hands brushed, wanting to violently pull his own away but steeling himself.
He felt his heart race in his chest, watching the way the kid's eyes shifted so suddenly and watching him tuck his pokeballs in his backpack. Sure, pokemon were generally easy to find, but he totally understood being attached to the ones you had. He glanced down at Pudding, the Snubbull standing on his foot and hugging his leg, and wondered how much red he would see if he was ever stolen by some brat who thought he could take Parker on.
He didn't want to think about it.
Over the blood rushing in his ears from the sudden display of sincerity he frowned at the kid in front of him. Make it up to him? It was some random act of kindness from the bottom of Parker's cold dead heart, not some planned act with intent of payback.
"Man you don't gotta do shit for me, I was just helping you out."
it might just be him, but maverick feels a little self conscious when this guy looks at him like that, like he's some anomaly for wanting to say thanks. he's traveled a lot, but mostly he's kept to himself, and it's only now that he realizes how much he's missed people, missed company other than the stretch of road before him and the pokemon by his side. and even if he knows they'll probably only be acquainted for the day, he still presses.
"you don't have to be so modest." his eyes soften at the snubbull clutching its trainer's leg. "i'm sure you'd feel the same way." not that he would wish the near heart attack he'd never experienced before. imagining a world without his pokemon, no, he admits, a world without myr isn't fathomable. maybe maverick can't say he shares very many memories with people, but his skiddo has been there through everything.
"i'd, er, i'd offer to buy dinner, but i'm a little low on cash." he shifts his weight to the balls of his feet, bites the corner of his lip while he thinks. "coffee? ice cream?" the proffered options help ease some of the awkwardness he feels (a feeling he can't exactly place where it stems from) and his words grow more lighthearted as he jokes, "a moonlit stroll through a park?"
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Post by PARKER COMSTOCK on Aug 1, 2016 13:02:43 GMT
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Was this kid even for real? Why was he so obsessed suddenly with repaying Parker for something he did on a whim? Parker shifted uncomfortably, feeling heat rise to his cheeks at the kid's eager look. He frowned at the kids words, hand automatically reaching down to pet Pudding, who was making those slightly distressed "whep whep" noises again.
"Hey now Pudding calm down you're fine..."
But the fairy type seemed to be trying to tell him something if the way he was tugging on his pants was any indication. Parker sighed, rubbing the back of his neck and leaning back on his heels. The kid didn't even have any money and he looked like he hadn't had a decent meal in.....the kid was probably one of those traveling trainers camping out in the wild.
Parker was so fucked.
"Alright listen. You look like you need a hot meal so.....my treat. Fuck. Consider is payback okay? Just....christ, follow me."
Thoroughly disgruntled and not knowing where this bout of sudden kindness was coming from, Parker motioned down the alleyway and started walking, hands shoved in his pockets and shoulders hunched self-consciously.
his joke falls flat. really falls flat. like the guy just straight-up ignores it and maverick wonders if he'd said the wrong thing. he hadn't meant it like, well, like that. he's wracking his brain trying to figure out why he'd thought it would be such a grand idea to say it in the first place and when he can't come up with anything, he decides then that maybe this guy would appreciate being left alone more than anything.
he blinks down when the snubbull starts tugging at its trainer's leg. the soft chuffs make maverick's squirtle tilt his head and then snicker. maverick has absolutely no idea what happens, but suddenly the guy has a weird change of heart. so now consider the naive trainer thoroughly confused. "i--what? no. the whole point is..." maverick's the one who owes him gratitude, but he figures that arguing at this point isn't worth it. (and his stomach tries to quell the faint vein of guilt that bolsters in the back of his head.)
he hesitates when he motions for him to follow and then quietly falls into step beside him. his spirits aren't easily dampened though, so despite his new companion's dejected attitude, maverick keeps a smile on his face. "i'm maverick, by the way. and this is lune. and you're---?"
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Post by PARKER COMSTOCK on Aug 1, 2016 18:13:20 GMT
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Okay so yeah Parker was fucked. But that didn't mean he at least couldn't enjoy it in the worst way possible. This kid clearly didn't recognize Parker as a shady individual meant to stay away from, and he also didn't have any suspicion about Parker being Galactic, not that he flaunted it regularly or anything.
He glanced next to him where the kid - well Maverick he supposed - was walking and nodded.
"Parker. This is Pudding."
His hand brushed the snubbull trotting along at his feet and he looked up at Maverick, giving a soft "whep" and a wave. Parker grinned, lighting up his whole face for once. He seemed a bit more relaxed now, and walked in the direction of a nice little cafe that sold pretty bomb food.
the sudden mood changes are giving him whiplash. one moment his acquaintance is all frowns and shrugged shoulders and the next he's giving maverick a bright smile. well, not that maverick's complaining about his smile, er, complaining about the fact that he's smiling at all. the question, in hindsight, isn't so strange, but still it manages to catch him off guard.
"uh, solaceon. myr, my skiddo, she's from there, too. i'm one of those crazy idiots trying to beat the league. we, hah, still have yet to get a badge." he smiles sheepishly and tries not to look too embarrassed when lune scoffs, blatant disapproval radiating from the tiny turtle pokemon. "but you could probably tell i'm not exactly from around here, huh? but what about you? are you some kind of crime-fighting vigilante sworn to protect the citizens of jubilife?" he says with a laugh.
Post by PARKER COMSTOCK on Aug 2, 2016 1:41:01 GMT
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Parker could totally tell the poor kid wasn't from the city. He didn't have that street rat look about him, like Parker surely did, nor did he have anything but that "tourist" vibe. He was clearly passing through, and Parker snorted as they approached their destination.
"Aren't badges hard to get or some shit?"
Parker didn't know much about badges or anything like that. He spent his time in the city making money and kept his head down, until Galactic needed him. He hummed for a moment, frowning as he thought about home. Also what? Crime-fighting vigilante sworn to protect the citizens of jubilife? Parker couldn't help as his lips twitched and he started laughing. A few people looked over and Parker controlled his laughter down to snickers but he shook his head quickly, curls bouncing around his face.
"Crime fighter? Nah I'm just some street rat from Castelia. Now come on, this place has great food and gelato."
He sat himself casually at a table and smiled a tad shyly as the waiter, who was hella cute, came by and dropped off a few menus. Puffing out his cheeks he glanced over the menu, already for the most part knowing what he was getting.
"yeah, i mean, for people like me. myr's still, well, not weak, but reluctant? i just worry about her. and lune..." he looks down at the smug squirtle. "he doesn't like listening to me very much." he sighs when he remembers the battle he'd had with some thirteen year old just outside city limits. her ponyta shouldn't have stood a chance against lune's hydro pump and yet sixty pd had gone down the drain because someone thought it would be funny to lose intentionally.
"street rat?" he scoffs. now that parker says it, mav notices that he kind of looks a little rough around the edges. it would certainly explain his attitude. but mav doesn't believe it, at least not one hundred percent. because what heartless street rat gets into trouble for some nobody? and besides, even if mav can't read people all too well, he's certainly noticed the snubbull's affection for its trainer.
when they settle down at a table, maverick tries to get a look at who parker's getting moony-eyed for and when he does see, he looks down at his menu immediately, swallows awkwardly. "wha--oh? uh, i, well, myr wanted to get stronger and i just wanted to because...it's dumb." he waves his hand jerkily. you're being weird, mav. stop being weird. the waiter asks what they'd like to drink and he clears his throat. "w-water's fine?"
Post by PARKER COMSTOCK on Aug 4, 2016 17:04:40 GMT
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So today was a pretty good day so far. He was being confused for some kind of hero, the kid was cute, the waiter was cute too, and he was getting good food. He glanced at Maverick and put down his menu, ordering a soda and smiling again as the waiter wandered off to get their drinks.
"Really? Kinda sounds like Egg honestly. She's......a baby. Like a real small baby."
He rubbed his face, glasses sliding over his forehead for a moment as he sighed thinking about the Vullaby.
"Pudding's more.....out there. Though he's younger than Egg honestly."
Parker raised his brows down at Pudding, who climbed into a seat next to Parker and settled himself delicately. He released a small "whep" and sipped from the soda that was set down in front of Parker, to which Parker merely sighed.
"Trust me kid I'm a street rat. But that's not important. Keep going, why do you want to challenge the league? Promise I won't laugh."
He wasn't sure what it was about this kid, maybe it was his face or the way he walked, or something else stupid. But he kind of liked the kid, in a totally platonic way of course.
if anyone's familiar with baby pokemon, it's maverick. once or twice his mother had, for one reason or another, had to bring back one of the newly hatched pokemon from the day care center to their home. and he's even helped hatch some of the skiddo on his ranch. "yeah, it's hard to watch after them. especially when they're so young." but it would seem that pudding kind of knows what he's doing. mav wants to mention how hard it must be to keep them out of trouble, but the snubbull seems like he's the one keeping parker out it, not the other way around.
he grumbles something in protest to the street rat thing, but that's mostly because he's not so sure how to say the next part. "i, er, well, i owe it to myr. it's a long story so i won't bore you with the details." he glances sideways, rubs the back of his neck nervously. "but basically i got us into some trouble and myr's the one who got us out, and i promised her we'd get stronger. so we didn't have to feel like that again? lame, i know." he shifts in his seat and it's almost a relief as the waiter comes back with their drinks. he asks if they're ready and maverick hasn't even looked at the menu. so he just looks down quickly, scrambling for anything that might look good, and orders the first thing he sees.
Post by PARKER COMSTOCK on Aug 6, 2016 22:48:11 GMT
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Okay so that was pretty noble of him honestly. Which sucked, because now Parker was starting to feel bad. Mostly about what a shitty trainer he'd been, and all the trouble he'd gotten into, and the illicit things he'd done in his time so far with the little baby pokes. He couldn't help it though, it wasn't really his fault. He just did it to survive, like anyone else.
"I....wow that's uh....super impressive actually. Pretty cool if I say so myself honestly. I won't ask what kind of trouble, not really my place to. But hey, you seem to have a good bond with your pokemon anyway so..."
Parker trailed off, coughing a bit awkwardly into his fist and averting his gaze. He was a bit grateful when the waiter came back and quickly rattled off a pasta dish he loved, blushing when the waiter sent a wink his way and left. He lowered his gaze, puffing out his cheeks for a moment before smiling awkwardly at Maverick.
"don't worry about it," he says with a wave of his hand. "i don't mind talking about it. i just don't want to bore you with the details. it's not that interesting." he tries his best to look nonchalant, but then parker starts complimenting him right out of left field and he feels the tips of his ears turn red. "yeah, bond. i've had more bruises from lune's hydro pump than i can count." some trainer he is. he withholds how often he's thought of quitting, how easy it would be to return to canalave and live a mostly normal life with his mother. he could get a job at the library, always have a hot meal waiting for him on the dinner table. hell, maybe he'd even learn how to cook those hot meals himself.
"but you should meet myr sometime. i'm sure her and pudding would get along." his grin comes back out again. yeah, he's kind of noticed that parker isn't really one for chitchat, but that doesn't worry him. he can talk enough for the two of them without any qualms. soft eyes turn mischievous and he grins over the rim of his water glass. "huh, have you ever ridden a skiddo?"
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