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 adrien arkwright on Jun 25, 2016 16:24:53 GMT
Twas the time to drink. Well, there wasn't any specific time to drink per say, but when you've liplocked with enough men to start questioning yourself - - alcohol definitely mandated itself. And so, here he was in one of the lesser inhabited areas of the festival, having had one too many as he leaned against a wall with another fellow galactic.
"And you don't know how?" Adrien would manage to speak, his voice slightly more hoarse than usual as he cocked a brow at the faceless npc of a grunt. His subordinate apparently had chosen today to propose to his lady love, a gesture that the silverette found both sickening and adorable. The young grunt would shrug expressing his nervourness that came with proposing.
"Tch, so pathetic." He'd shakily lean off the wall and shake his head condescendingly. "You'll fuck up. Y'know what? Lemme show you how! " Without even awating a response from the grunt, the crimson eyed spy would casually walk over to the deserted square and scan it to find an appropriate test subject. From a distance someone was approaching.
Perfect!
"Excuse me! A minute please! " He'd clear his voices as he tried to casually approach the person, trying his hardest to focus on the person. A hand ran through his hair. Was it even a woman, he couldn't tell. Not that he cared in his drunken stupor. He cared not for the consequences of his actions, not at the moment anyway.
"There was something... I always wanted to tell you... " His voice softened as he looked down. He hadn't ever proposed to someone before, but how hard could it be? There was always that one person he wanted to confess his love for, but alas, it never happened.
Imagining that they were her, he'd await for them to stop so he could continue. Meanwhile, his subordinate would watch with adequate horror expressed on his visage.
Making her exit from the rare field, Lena is still pressed on her "have fun" order. With an infant in her party now she has bigger concerns, such as bringing him up to speed, teaching him how to behave, the works. Little Boy wasn't the weakest pokemon she owned, but Lena planned to invest too much of her time in the little fossil pokemon. Her thoughts are interrupted by the sounds of drinking and the smell of spirits in the southern end of the festival. Food booths are set up but winding down for the night, and the adults leave their sleeping children to get a sip of that sweet cherry wine that Floaroma is so famous for. Keen eyes watch her from above as the Staraptor circles the area, ready to sound the alarm when necessary. She keeps her eyes still forward, ignoring the bird as it circles-- Lancer is only there for backup and security, she has no reason to give his position away.
Besides, there are more important tasks at hand. Terribly young for her status, Lena receives more than one odd look as she makes her way through the growing crowd. Blue eyes wander, searching for anything that could possibly go wrong--
Excuse me! she nearly jumps out of her skin. She wasn't expected attention, especially loud attention at her doorstep. Eyes wide, face confused, posture tight and shoulders pulled back, Lena glances the man up and down, immediately coming to recognize him as a previous acquaintance. Her nose starts to scrunch in distaste, but she quickly catches herself and clears her throat. "I don't think that will be necessary," her words come out quickly, too quickly. Despite the cold facade Lena puts on she's melting on the inside, butterflies eating at her stomach as her nervousness begins to show in her body language. She had absolutely no experience with men, after all. She had never even been close to this position. What was she supposed to do? She has no idea what to expect, and instead makes an attempt to begin side-stepping around him.
"Y-You don't even know me that much, really" she feels like the words fall out, in no perfect order, in no professional tone. "We only battled once, y'know, and-" she takes a breath, tucking a strand of blond hair behind her ear. "You really don't.. have anything- right?"
Post by adrien arkwright on Jun 26, 2016 7:37:47 GMT
The woman responds coldly but that doesn't stop the man from approaching her. Stopping just a few steps away from her Adrien should shake his head with motive. "N-No, No. I must," He'd affirm as he looked up and paused.
In the dark of night and amongst the few lamps and laterns that lit the square, a lot of detail couldn't be pinpointed at. However, even then he was able to express a sincere 'wow' as the moonlight lit-up her features. She also kind of looked familiar. But where...?
"No, I do! Ever since I laid my eyes on you that day... " Spoken with somewhat sincerity as he imagined we was confessing to his childhood love. Battled once....? Eh...? he narrowed his eyes trying focusing on the person. She was... Alana? No, lana.. Uh, Avira... Lina.. Luna...? Goddammit.
Whatever.
The silverette would then immediately proceed to drop down and on one knee, a hand sliding into his pocket as he slipped one of his own rings out. With his hand still resting im his pocket he'd look up and smile.
"I've always loved you..." His voice drowned out a bit as people stopped, stared and murmured. That didn't bother him - alcohol did wonders in suppressing what would usually be his anxiety with dealing with such a situation.
A second's pause. He did inform her that this was just a demonstration, right? Eh, probably. Or maybe not. Whatever.
"Must is a relative term, really.." she mutters, feeling herself blush as she locks eyes with him in the moonlight. She wants to be annoyed, wants to walk away, but the way he looks at her makes her feel beautiful. She wants to vomit, right there, but obviously she doesn't. She's just left surprised, fumbling for the words, wishing she could just roll into a ball and roll away. Like a sandshrew. She wants to be a sandshrew. She doesn't interrupt him this time, sincerely curious on if he actually remembers, or if he's just a drunk mess.
Oh.
He's just a drunk mess.
Brows furrow and she takes a step back as he reaches into his pocket, pulling out the ring. "Please don't do this." Is it a whine or a grunt? Both? People are starting to gather. Oh god. They think this is real. She wants to scream, kick him in the stomach and make a break for it, but that isn't proper. Excited murmurs can be heard around them- she's never been so horrified. Nononononononononononononononononononononononononononononono- Noooo. Please no. Stop stop stopppppp.
She feels like a tea kettle, a panicking tea kettle. She has to turn this around on him. If she denies him in front of these faces, she's the bitch. Lena feels a right hand raise, ready, steady...
SLAP!
Right across his cheek. Fists balled, she takes a breath.. "Maybe you shouldn't have cheated on me with that whore from Vielstone then, Steven!" she's practically screaming, tears from the embarrassment can easily be mistaken for heartbreak. "You can't fix all of our problems by trying to propose!" She exhales, chest heaving, whether it be from her shouting or her anxiety. "You broke my heart, and now you're trying to manipulate me with a ring? Absolutely not." She sniffles, wiping her eyes on her sleeve, suddenly back to a quiet and reserved girl who's said all she's had to to her warring partner. The crowd's voice grows. She's not sure who's side they're on, but she can only hope she's the rational one.
Post by adrien arkwright on Jun 26, 2016 21:45:15 GMT
"Just relaaax.... " He'd calmly brush aside her protests, assuming that she knew of the ploy. He'd gently take hold of her hand, then bring the ring close to her finger and pause. That grunt better be taking notes. "Lena!" He'd exclaim half excited at being able to remember her name. "Will you mar---!
SLAP!
His head snaps to one side as her hand plants against his cheek. The ring dropped off his hands as he remains absolutely still for a few seconds, still haven't completely registered the agitated reaction. However it help snap him out of his goofy daze. At least for a few good seconds.
"W-Who's Steven...? " Adrien stuttered and asked with a hand held against his now warm cheek as he rose back on his feet. A slight stumble forward before he catch himself. And the whore of veilstone? The man was confused with these apparent new facts. What was going on? A pause.
"Oh, do you mean Isabelle?" Asked genuinely as he cocked a confused brow. Well, he wasn't too sure about the whore bit but she was one memorable face back in veilstone. Before it all ended, that is. He'd shake his head worriedly as she began to wail. "I-I think... No, That guy.. He.." He'd turn to spot the wall were the grunt should have been standing. Alas, it seemed he had vamooshed a long time ago.
Well, he fucked up.
"Hng...He's a dead man.... " Eyes narrowed as he murmured to himself. Refocusing on the crying blonde, he'd try to bring his hands to grasp her shoulders in an attempt to comfort her should she let him. "Uh, Lun-Lena. Please ca-calm down...I didn't know you felt that way..."
Spoken in a genuine, almost lost tone. Ugh, what was even happening? Didn't matter. Too many things to actually make sense of in his stupor.
The crowd gasps as Adrien admits to infidelity-- though Lena couldn't care less who the man kept in his bed, as long as it wasn't her (LIAM SUMMERS). The horror only continues when he seems to have forgotten why he was here in the first place. Lena thought all she had to do was lash out once and be done with it. Instead, his hands are on her shoulders now, alcohol falls off of his breath in his attempts to comfort her. Her skin crawls, she shrugs in an attempt to get him off. She takes a breath, composes herself, dries the tears that hadn't ran down her face, but had only began to bud. She clears her throat. "Sir, I'm afriad if you don't take a step back right now I'm going to have to arrest you for public intoxication and assault of an officer."
Ah yes, the power card to win. The crowd has mostly diffused by now, though some stragglers are curious in the final outcome. There's even a gasp as she holds up a badge, quickly tucking it back away. She adjusts her ponytail, tucks a loose strand of hair away and stands with one hand on her hip. "If you keep up this behavior, I'm afraid you're going to have to leave." She hears her Staraptor screech above-- no, Lancer, I don't need help. The thing was overprotective at best, and she stops herself from rolling her eyes as she hears a tree shake. No, no, you're supposed to be on guard- ugh, whatever. Her focus does't leave the silverette, not now. She can't afford to make any mistakes.
Post by adrien arkwright on Jun 26, 2016 23:47:33 GMT
Gasps and more murmurs. He couldn't care less, it was hard enough to keep up with what Lena was going on about. Truth be told, from what he inferred she really did like him. "Huh... That's why you kept stalking me..." He'd think aloud, completely disregarding her threats. He seemed far from surprised when he flashes her badge as well. "So you are a ranger. See, told ya!" He'd chuckle, the usual paranoia that came with dealing with the gaudy orange uniform lost and vanished.
Unfortunately for Adrien she kept on barking. Something, something arrest. Something, something assault. Arceus, she needed to stop talking. "Lena..." He'd murmur, cutting her short as a hand came to grasp around her wrist and with a small tug he'd attempt to yank her towards him. His free hand would slide behind her waist as he brought his other hand up to her face.
SMACK!
The silverette would attempt to lock lips with the woman and slowly, but surely deepen the lengthy kiss with his tongue. Looked like another complicated relationship from afar.
"I wasn't when I saw y-" Pale. Pink. Red. Raging cherry-- she's cut off abruptly and.. erotically? It's like her entire brain shuts off the second his lips are on hers. All senses are on high alert-- hand on her wrist. Hand on the small of her back- lips on her own, the most important. For a few seconds everything is quiet- she embraces it even, shoulders falling-- does she enjoy it? N-no, of course not.. She would never-- oh. tongue. She's left lost in her own sea of virgin experience. A loud screech from Lancer above is almost muted out. Almost. It's then Lena realizes her eyes were closed.
She's furious. The bird stays on standby while he free hand releases her newly captured cranidos. The little fossil pokemon sits there, taking in the situation. Lena desperately pulls back for air and separation, scrambling to gather herself before more people gather. "Headbutt, headbutt, headbutt, now!" she's left wiping her mouth on her sleeve, beading tears returning with the embarrassment of a newly gathered ground.
Oh, headbutt. He knew that. He liked that. The fossil pokemon claws at the ground before taking a running leap toward the Galactic, skull poised to make contact with his left oblique.
She's too shocked to have anything to say. She wants to hit him again, and hard, but Infant does the work for her. Just seeing that hard skull make contact with the man's flesh will be satisfying enough.
Post by adrien arkwright on Jun 27, 2016 0:42:33 GMT
The kiss somewhat puts a smile on his own lips. Sweet, tender and she seemed to enjoy it as well. That is, until Lena broke the kiss abruptly and sent out a massive fossil. "Wha-?" Adrien had hardly the time to make sense of the situation when the cranidos came charging at him with a powerful headbutt.
Shit.
'URK!" The poweful headbutt struck him right on the abdominal region, sending him off his feet and at the wall behind him. Twas bad enough that he was directly headbutted, but slamming his side against the wall just made it worse. Crack! The spy's body would slump down into a lifeless pile, an arm tightly gripped around his abdomen as he laid on his side. Pain seared through his body, eyes shut tight as his teeth clenched together.
There was little to no guarantee that he could just get up and shrug it off. Heck, he couldn't even talk at the moment. The crowd however erupted in shock and murmur, many horrified at how far a ranger could take things while others snapped pictures of the commotion.
Rule number one of being a ranger: protect the people, protect the pokemon. And she just done the exact opposite. She feels like a scolded child, terrified under the scrutinizing gaze of everyone, after her efforts to avoid being the bad guy. Lena quickly recalls the cranidos and takes to her radio, pressing the button through the static. "I need backup in the Floaroma town square now. Bring a medic." She clips the thing back to her belt, tucked under the hem of her jacket. She has no other option but to rush to Adrien's side, hands hovering, at a loss of what to do. "Ahh, ahh. um.." she was trained in first aid, but the panic of a real situation turns her memory off. "Hey hey, open your eyes for me please, sir.." her voice is strained, desperate as she realizes how her emotions getting the better of her have gotten her in trouble, again.
"Do you know your name? Could you tell me today, and the current month? The current year?" She struggles to remember a concussion test. Moving him is a big no-no, and she doesn't see much blood-- she picks up her radio again. "Now means now, please!"
Jason is alone when he's patrolling the festival. It's late night when he gets a call. His radio crackles, and a voice tells him that there's trouble somewhere in the Town Square. And they need a medic. He's no medic, but Jason runs anyways, rushing to where the town square is.
By the time he's arrived a crowd has gathered, shocked murmurs in the air. He frowns. A mob is never a good sign. "Back away! Clear the area." He yells, pushing his way through the thrums of people. He's going to need a lot more backup if all of these people are here.
To say that he's shocked is an understatement. There's Lena - the new recruit who for some reason, has already outranked him, much to his displeasure - standing, looking agitated. And then there's Adrien, crumpled on the ground, face morphed into an ugly grimace.
His normally calm visage is suddenly replaced by anger. "What the fuck happened?" He barks at Lena, because a ranger shouldn't stand by when someone's in pain. He doesn't know what'd just happened, but he reckons that it isn't a pretty story. Especially if there's people taking pictures.
Jason kneels beside Adrien as he begins his primary assessment. His first aid remains fresh in his mind from the Snowpoint mission. Lena forgotten. They may have had their differences but Adrien's the one that needs help. He's breathing roughly. Conscious but perhaps not for long. He's abrasive as he responds to Lena. "Idiot. He's clutching his side not his head."
Jason leans over Adrien's side. There's no blood but he looks really pained. He taps him on the shoulders. "Adrien. Are you okay? Can you respond?"
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Of all the responders, it had to be the saltiest. She remembers his face on her initiation day- a scowl. Lena wasn't happy to see him, but the crowd was. She frowns as he berates her; she plans to leave out a few details. "He was flung into the wall after taking a headbutt to the side. So, even though he's clutching his side-" she's speaking through gritted teeth, it's all she has to keep her from snapping at him- "He hit his head on the wall. So he probably has a concussion, and broken ribs on the left side. But, you know, people don't usually hold their heads when they're concussed. They black out, they forget, and they're given the proper medical care at a hospital if symptoms look grim." She holds her breath. "So, if you don't fucking mind, I'd like to evaluate him so we know he's not completely brain dead by the time the EMTs get here."
Oh, the knives she'd be staring if her concern for the man wasn't so large. His name is Adrien. That's good to know. Sirens fire up in the distance. "And if you remember your medical training, we can't move him. Unless you're a professional caregiver who knows what he's doing. In that case, be my guest." Too much talking. Her words are hushed and hissed, lest she give the crowd another reason to be offended.
"If you paid any attention in your training you'd know that I was asking him those exact questions, except, you know, specifically."
Post by adrien arkwright on Jun 27, 2016 6:10:14 GMT
Pain...
Despite being hit and tossed against a wall, the man is surprisingly still alive albeit barely. By now, the area of impact had turned bluish with a deep enough bloody gash courtesy of being pierced by the horn-esque appendage on the fossil's head. His head didn't feel any better either and at the moment, all Adrien could do was take in the various sounds surrounding him.
Lena shouting in his ear. Inaudible mumurs. The sound of camera shutters. And wait, was that Jason?
Seemed like hew as just imagining things now, that is until he heard sirens blaring in the distance. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Even in his inebriated state, the silverette held quite a disdain for hospitals. Besides, it would go back to headquarters. Ugh, the ones around him weren't of much help either - - only asking him to speak up, an action that seemed like quite an ordeal at the moment.
Speak. Speak.
"Fine... I'm okay." A grunt escaped his lips. There was no way in hell he was going to parrot the date and year - - too much effort (not that he would get it right anyway). Instead his hand would release his side and attempt to wave them away.
"I got this. " He'd murmur, unsure of what exactly he was refering to himself as he'd flatten his hand on the ground and attempt to sit up, eyes still closed tightly. Not easy. Not when you're intoxicated and hit by a truck.
Either had to get up soon lest be frisked away by a goddamn ambulance.
Adrien's been flung into the wall. He grits his teeth at the new information, and when he takes another glance at his side he sees the telltale dark gush of red staining his clothing. He pulls out a first aid kit from his fanny pack, pulling out gauze and attempting to apply slight pressure to his wounds.
"You can be conscious and concussed at the same time. And if you paid remotely any attention to first aid, you'd know that you check for consciousness, bleeding, and pulse first. And head injuries last." Jason snaps right back, because there's nothing more annoying than someone who touts knowledge without any understanding.
"Just stop. You're making everything worse." He sighs, too tired to argue anymore. It's mean, but sometimes he has to be blunt in these type of situations. He can deal with whatever reprimands come later. Adrien is more important.
He can't admit to being a medic. But he's trying. Adrien suddenly shifts, waving them away with his other hand. "Hey--!" Jason starts, but Adrien's already starting to get up. He reaches forward to try and steady him, because even moving with a broken rib is painful.
"Adrien, wait. We're about to get you to the hospital so sit tight."
"Oh, I'm sorry, was I not making sure he was conscious by trying to talk to him?" she sneers, getting more annoyed by the minute. "I've had two of them, dumbass, I know you can be conscious. Not really good with generalizations, are you?" she shakes her head. Whatever. There are more important things, and she's too tired to defend herself. Check for bleeding. Oh, yeah, because that wasn't obvious. She keeps her mouth shut-- emotions have already gotten the better of her, she doesn't need that to be the case.
It's her own fault for not walking away in the first place. Tender lips still tingle from where he came on so quickly-- she pushes it to the back of her mind. She holds back her sigh, instead removing her own gauze and offering them to the other ranger; might as well look composed for the medics, even if she was breaking apart on the inside. Sirens are here. Within seconds the area is cleared, medics rush to the scene to take over. Scowl still on her face, Lena's responsible for the incident report. She tells them the same thing she told Jason, with one extra detail-- it was a cranidos that caused the headbutt. The EMT raises a brow, makes a pheewww whistle- oh, god. That can't be good. She doesn't bother looking back at the other ranger, instead assuming that when he'd like to give his own report he would.
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