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 GHALIYA HAKIM on Aug 22, 2016 16:33:05 GMT
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The sky was growing dark. The sun was setting, making way for a myriad of stars that painted across the sky in a beautiful display of nature. Of course the lights from the city were polluting the atmosphere and left much to the imagination, something GG would like to experience in it's fullest one day.
One day she'd get there, to see the full display of stars in the sky.
For now though she was on the run. Long scratches decorated her side, coating her ripped shirt in blood. She wove between warehouses, chest heaving and actually worried for once that she was out of her depth. Second generation Rocket aside, she was still just a kid.
A kid clearly in over her head.
The Galactic punks were still hot on her trail, two of them who wanted a bit of "fun" with a Rocket recruit who wouldn't - couldn't - look them in the eye. Kitty was in her ball, GG having abandoned all hope of battling the moment the guy's sneasel had dodged the purrloin and went straight for a slash to GG's side.
Blood coated her fingers in a tacky sensation not unsimilar to when she used to watch glue dry on her skin for the sensation of something pulling at her skin. She closed her eyes for a moment, making sure her bandana was covering her face before skidding to a stop in front of a Rocket warehouse. She slipped inside, collapsing to her knees and staying quiet and still as the Galactic's fumbled around outside, enraged yells meeting her ears.
Post by NAOMI REINHARDT on Aug 23, 2016 4:09:34 GMT
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Yet many a man is making friends with death even as I speak, for lack of love alone.
naomi had been there for a full 24 hours. for the most part, it was unlikely the people had seen her slip in, nor that the ranger vehicles were still patrolling the area. in the meantime, the warehouse had been fixed up, a little cleaned and some modified. she sighed, moving towards the entrance as she'd done the last of her duties here. the entrance, she realized, and loud shouts, howling and yelling coming from beyond the door, and suddenly the door opens, a girl slips in and naomi already drawn a gun.
then she sees the R sown across the front of the girl and tentatively lowers the gun. a pained expression takes over her face, and her heart wrings itself as she's forced to move to the window, check out the situation outside and then put a finger over her lip. they cannot afford to make noise, not here.
she reached out a hand to the girl, then motions to the back of the warehouse, a small door hiding among the shelves lined with food and other materials. rocket had managed to prepare its supporters in sinnoh months before their invasion, and despite the fact that they were outnumbered and not nearly as organized as they'd like to be, they were prepared for the inevitable clash against both galactic and the rangers.
even though they had devised a network of codes and counter codes for different places across the region, seeing the girl's gashes and wounds, naomi couldn't bear asking her anything right now. most of her said that it was because she was probably too dazed to remember, but another part of her said that she probably wouldn't be able to do anything if the girl didn't know, anyway. maternal instinct took over as the arm remained outstretched, and her other hand dropped the gun in show of trust.
Post by GHALIYA HAKIM on Aug 23, 2016 22:11:05 GMT
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The silence bubbles around GG and she feels like screaming, making any kind of noise really. The faint noise of shouting is still heard but it's not enough to soothe the buzzing in her ears, her brain, her skull. She can feel it in the back of her teeth, that pull that demands soft noise, enough buzzing electricity to just make the silence stop for once.
GG clamped her hands over her ears and made a low whine in her throat despite the Rocket woman telling her to hush up. Her side pulsed and throbbed painfully and her hands fluttered in the air, caught in the space between her ears and her side. She glanced at the woman, noting her hand and tentatively grabbing it as she was led to the back room. The warehouse was spacious and she was grateful for it, fingers dancing over her pokeball before snagging it up and releasing Kitty.
The purrloin was disgruntled but otherwise okay, and trailed after the two as they reached the back room. She took her hand back after a moment and shoved down her bandana, red bitten lips pulled into a frown. She shoved her hands over her mouth and released a very muffled scream, anything to fill the silence of the room. Kitty brushed against her legs as they shook, and GG was very clearly in a lot of distress.
Post by NAOMI REINHARDT on Aug 24, 2016 4:15:35 GMT
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Yet many a man is making friends with death even as I speak, for lack of love alone.
when the girl's face did not drop its expression, and the girl instead covered her ears and made a low buzz, naomi began to grow worried. was she alright? the girl didn't seem to know what to do with her hands, but her side was badly damaged. the girl seemed uncertain, but finally grabbed naomi and naomi lead her to the back of the warehouse, where the space was more open. a pokeball flashed, and naomi spun around and pulled out a pokeball of her own before sighing and forcing herself to relax. just a purrloin. she could take that out herself if the situation became too dire. no, what was she thinking? had too many years in rocket made her reluctant to even trust a child?
naomi's face turned to the girl as she began screaming, and muffling out her own noise. her eyes widened in shock but-- but she had seen this before, hadn't she? autism, she thought, wondering how on earth a girl like this had managed to find her place in team rocket. she'd never cared for an autistic patient before, and she didn't even know if her guess was right-- but somehow, maybe because she could see a little fragment of herself in the girl, she smiled, and whispered, "i used to hate the silence, too."
silences, closed spaces. was there anything worse?
after securing the girl at the back, naomi tossed out a pokeball, ecco appearing. the aegislash's form was as quiet and as silent as death itself, and it looked tired and alert at the same time. "stay on guard," were her orders, and she left the pokemon to remain at the door in case the galactics figured things out.
she returned into view, a small first aid kit in her hands, and then she promptly knelt down beside the girl. one, so she was closer to her, and the other, so that her whisper would be heard.
"you have to stop screaming. the bleeding is getting worse. i'm going to tie that up for you, and we'll make the pain go away, okay?" naomi looked physically pained from the girl's pain, and her eyes would drift to the wound. without waiting for a nod, she would begin to tear off the girl's top in order to get a better view of the slash.
Post by GHALIYA HAKIM on Aug 24, 2016 19:40:12 GMT
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GG hesitated, hearing those words. It was nice, her voice was nice and it filled the silence. She made a little chittering noise in the back of her throat and rose her gaze to settle on Naomi's mouth, unable to meet her eyes but still focusing on her face. She averted her gaze then, nervous and in pain and not in the mood for social pleasantries. Her hands shook and they were sticky with blood, and she just wanted to take a nap, maybe go home.
No, she couldn't go home. She was finally a bona fide Rocket and she'd prove herself to everyone. Her shoulders tensed at the thought and she eyed the other woman as she knelt, and watched with baited breath. She flinched away, taking a step back at Naomi ripped at her shirt, but she hissed and managed an uneasy silence as she began to treat the wound.
Who was this woman anyway? She was clearly a Rocket, and GG tried to distract herself from the silence by thinking about anything and everything. Kitty settled into a low purr that was quiet enough to not be noticed, but the sound of the Galactic's outside were finally starting to fade away into the distance. GG released a sigh of relief, and then a sharp pained cry as her side twinged. Her hands fluttered uncertainly in the air and she squeezed her eyes shut, face screwed up in an expression of pain.
Post by NAOMI REINHARDT on Aug 25, 2016 10:37:36 GMT
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Yet many a man is making friends with death even as I speak, for lack of love alone.
the shouting of the galactics begins to disappear, and naomi can practically see the color return to the girl's face as she sighs and realizes the immediate danger is gone. her pokemon, too, seems to somehow reflect her, with its low purrs and unsteady demeanor. naomi winces, wondering what that means to have a still ghost, a creepy sadist and an attack do-- cat. attack cat. she sighs, focusing on the girl. the wound looks like a sharp slash, and she likely got it from the galactics. naomi's lips curl in displeasure as she thinks about them.
"i know. i'm sorry," naomi says, and she looks like she honestly means it but her hands don't slow. it's for the girl's sake, anyway, and even though the disinfectant might be hurting her, she needs to finish addressing the wound. she takes a bandage and begins to apply it, slowly wrapping the wound before saying, "that should stop the bleeding. you might want to get it checked nevertheless."
she looked at the girl, trying to make eye contact before her voice returned to only a few nothced below their normal level of loudness. "are you okay?"
Post by GHALIYA HAKIM on Aug 25, 2016 19:34:03 GMT
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GG huffed and her stomach flexed and trembled as the disinfectant was put on her. She didn't like this, not one bit, but it was necessary. She kept her gaze down, huffing again once Naomi finished with a low thrum in the back of her throat to clear out the silence. She confidently got a bit louder once the Galactic's were finally gone, and her eyes widened comically when Naomi tried to make eye contact.
Her gaze shot the ceiling, jerking her whole head with it. A shiver ran down her spine of pure discomfort, and she crossed her arms over her mostly bare torso.
"I'm ....I'm fine? No. Not really....I shouldn't have been jumped...I thought I was better..."
Her disappointment in herself was nearly palpable, and her shoulders slumped. She hadn't expected them to really play that dirty, but she should have been prepared for the worst honestly.
Post by NAOMI REINHARDT on Aug 28, 2016 16:05:16 GMT
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Yet many a man is making friends with death even as I speak, for lack of love alone.
naomi eyebrows riased as the girl seemed to go into shock, and then jerk her whole body upwards like some kind of disjoint snake. she didn't understand it very well, and her forehead was lined with visible concern as the girl refused to look at her, much less in the the eye.
she tried putting on her best comforting voice, which was, she thought, quite soothing. but it was going to be difficult to tell with this girl. "hey, it's not your fault. being better has nothing to do with it. don't push yourself so much you fall down, alright?" naomi's hands went up automatically to reach out for something, maybe the girl's hand, and give it a little comforting squeeze as much as she knew how.
yet even then the concerned, slightly confused look on her face woud not disappear, the girl's strange reactions giving her worse anxiety. yet another young rocket, far too eager to prove themselves, for whatever reason naomi could not understand. and yet, she'd probably been like this as well, back in her younger days with reid.
Post by GHALIYA HAKIM on Aug 31, 2016 22:35:21 GMT
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GG scoffed. Admittedly she wasn't very swayed by this woman, but she was thankful. Thankful that someone was around to help her in her time of need, but that didn't mean she owed the woman anything.
She was kind of mentally rambling, she knew that.
She sighed and rubbed her face, side pulling and aching from the wound. It wasn't just pushing herself. There was more expected of her, from her and her mother and the organization.
"I'm....I'm a second generation rocket. Not some kid from the damn street, I should know better than this!"
She clenched her fists, tears in her eyes and she ripped the bandana away from her face, scrubbing at her eyes and smudging her eyeliner. She let the strange woman take her hand, felt the squeeze and tensed slightly, then relaxed. She shook a bit nervously, not used to anyone but her mother taking care of her. It'd always been her and her father and her mother, she didn't have any outside friends or other family really, not except Aunt Marie who took her in that one time.
"Why do you even care? We're not family or anything."
Yet many a man is making friends with death even as I speak, for lack of love alone.
naomi internally winced, some damned kid off the street hitting a little too close to home. but she would hardly show weakness like that, because the girl needed someone who was kind and strong, and naomi liked to imagine that her past was far behind her. "i don't see why being a second generation rocket should have anything to do with this. a mistake can hardly be called such until you make the same one twice."
improvement, growth...that was everything. but without falling you would never quite learn how to pick yourself back up.
naomi frowned as the girl made her disposition towards her clear. "didn't you say you were a member of team rocket?" her hands folded in front of her chest, a show of unreasonable stubbornness at best. "then of course i'm your family." perhaps the girl would take it wrongly, but she wasn't here to exploit the organization-- she was a second generation rocket, she'd been working for or about rocket her life, and that kind of involvement couldn't be ignored nor belittled.
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