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 Victoria Trescott on Oct 5, 2016 19:11:38 GMT
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[attr="class","zv4"]O how he loves you, darling boy. O how, like always, he invents the monsters underneath the bed to get you to sleep next to him, chest to chest or chest to back, the covers drawn around you in an act of faith against the night.
Sparing a glance to the sky towards where she imagined the sun hid to be behind the cloak of dark clouds, a contemplative hum sounded from the maw of the freshly enlisted Galactic member. How long as it been since she had went out of her way to do something as frivolous as 'catching pokemon'? To engage in the monotonous task of scouting around for potential pokemon to add to her arsenal. It was amusing to say the least despite the failure of such thought reaching Victoria's icy expression. And why not pick the worst of days to do as such, in the most laborious of climates as the bland grey ceiling began to leak water down upon the ground?
The scenery didn't hold her interest much longer as her head lowered to stared her boots to walk at a steady, slow pace down the beaten path. It hadn't actually rained until recent, but the almost musical beat of the cliche "pitter patter" now resounded and she couldn't imagine that it wasn't there just a bit ago. There wouldn't be many left to gather on the route, not that it mattered little to go cerulean haired devil. She was here for one purpose and one purpose only.
Post by Victoria Trescott on Oct 7, 2016 13:43:58 GMT
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[attr="class","zv4"]O how he loves you, darling boy. O how, like always, he invents the monsters underneath the bed to get you to sleep next to him, chest to chest or chest to back, the covers drawn around you in an act of faith against the night.
As the journey beyond the shower soaked path progressed, Victoria would find herself hardly amused. Roars of thunder spread through the sky as ripples of lightning wickedly threatened the shine of the sun itself. "Tsk," the woman would click a tongue as her cold glare would take note of the development of the storm overhead. As much effort as she had mustered in venturing into such melancholy, surely something would appear worth her trouble.
Almost as if on cue a grotesque squashing sound resonated against the patter of the cascading waters from above. Drawing the attention of the merciless mistress, the gastrodon fell victim to her dispassionate gaze. Instantaneously the woman could tell the measure of its abilities; a weak and pathetic creature content in living its days aimlessly devoid of ambition. A perfect candidate. Reaching towards her belt beckoning for Cryogonal to make an appearance, the crystalline creature screeched an inhumane cry after being released from its pokeball. Flicking her fingertips forcefully to cause a snap to carry forwards in a wordless command, the ice type whirred to life as a blast of ice was released from its maw. With little time to respond, the pink creature drenched in rain water was frozen over in a matter of seconds and ripe for the capture.
Post by Victoria Trescott on Oct 9, 2016 3:17:13 GMT
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[attr="class","zv4"]O how he loves you, darling boy. O how, like always, he invents the monsters underneath the bed to get you to sleep next to him, chest to chest or chest to back, the covers drawn around you in an act of faith against the night.
A flick of the wrist and the creature was absorbed into the confines of the spherical capturing device; a relatively easy capture, as expected. Of course this along was not enough, Victoria scoffing as she took the necessary strides forward to claim her sullied prize. If she was going to carry out her plans then she required much more than a mechanism for her torture and facet for her stress. Thus there was no other choice but to continue onwards down, the woman's temperament hardly improving from the new addition to her arsenal. Unfortunately there was little of value the longer the journey through the downpour continued, the cyan haired woman finding no interest in the craven pokemon that scurried past for shelter.
At some point however the cryogonal gave a sharp timbre of its artificial voice to alert its master of something among the currents of the rushing tides of the coursing river. An unusual occurrence from the obedient snowflake earned the woman's momentary interest and attention, drawing her halfhearted gaze towards the direction in which the genderless pokemon hovered. From there she immediately identified the panicked cries of a pokemon threatened to be submerged as it floated past. A bidoof as it seemed.
"Leave it." The callous order was cast as Victoria had already determined to move with no more vested interest. Had she been required to guess, the creature could not save itself and would last no longer than three more minutes in that state. She had no need for a pokemon that could not save itself. Thus she'd demand her pokemon's attention to be redirected elsewhere with another command to which it would obey without hesitation. "Scout ahead."
Post by Victoria Trescott on Oct 14, 2016 23:31:11 GMT
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[attr="class","zv4"]O how he loves you, darling boy. O how, like always, he invents the monsters underneath the bed to get you to sleep next to him, chest to chest or chest to back, the covers drawn around you in an act of faith against the night.
Scout ahead it had, the crystalline pokemon soaring through the moist humid air faster than its master cared to move. The cyan haired woman watched stoically as the ice type's shape had minimized from the distance it traveled, readjusting her cap that had become drenched in rain without so much as a step taken. As her clothes began to cling to her form it had become clear that this trip would hardly bring about any more fruit. Regardless a towering pillar of ice formed within direct line of sight that brought about an amused hum that escaped her throat. "Catch something did we?" she mused nonchalantly before indulging in the effort to traverse towards the ephemeral monument.
Approaching the icy apparition, the snowflake whirred a hollow greeting as it presented the frozen pokemon in the confines of the glacier. Within was a pokemon that failed to fall into Victoria's specialty. A grass type, one that held roses in either hand, a rather distinct stylistic difference from the cruel woman's image. There were some advantages to that however and as the woman saw the fear in the Roselia's eyes moments before it had become encased, the pain and the desperation. there came amusement in the thought of further instilling such a mentality further. The Cryogonal remained silent, eager to please the mistress lest it face the wrath of a displeased master. "It'll do." A sign of acceptance the crystal pokemon nodded as it was recalled in one pokeball and a second was used to capture the frozen target.
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