|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Grey Moonfang IV Vice Captain
|
 Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2017 11:09 pm
 |
|
|
 |
 Welcome to the Viridian Division! The students one finds here might seem lacking when compared to the members of the other classes, the chaff of the current crop... but without the trappings of societal pressures, it's easier to see what makes a man. Riches? Status? Past achievements? None of these matter here. The members of this Division were chosen for an inner potential, unearthed by our own scouts. We here at Viridian intend to shape the raw clay that is your untested abilities into something great and beautiful. Perhaps you've never been anything special. Perhaps you don't understand why you're here. Perhaps you may not see any talent. But dig in and plow onward... for from even the smallest seed can grow a mighty oak. As you open the door to the classroom, a thick scent wafts over you-- heliotrope, strawberry, vanilla, cherry, and musk. It's unnaturally heavy, hanging over the room much like the string of hazy fairy lights on the wall, which provide the room's primary illumination. Flowers have been woven into the wires, and plotted plants line the edges of the room, adding to the strangely surreal feeling that you might have just walked into a bizarre café as instead of a classroom. Indeed, though the dim atmosphere may make it unclear at first sight, there isn't a desk to be found. Instead, beanbag chairs are scattered haphazardly across the floor. At the head of the room lies a burnished velvet fainting couch, the side table in front of it bearing what appears to be a small television. Are you sure you're in the right place? |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2017 10:53 pm
|
In the Garden of Monsters Crew
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat May 12, 2018 5:10 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun May 13, 2018 9:04 am
|
|
|
|
 The boy would sneeze loudly at her question as he turns to her. Dressed in the uniform of heat and flames, everything about him screamed wrong class ...as it would seem at that moment that he was the one lost.
Wiping at his nose a bit, the boy would chance his stances to his hands on his hips.
"Since, that good for nothing professor is out and about, I guess I am the one in charge here for a moment."
"I have no clue where the other assistant professor is. Considering, I am not from this stupid class, you would think they wouldn't leave me here alone so ...SO...so...SO ....ACHOOOO!"
"Stupid flower allergy."
The boy would declare as he wipes at his nose again.
"Anyway, my name is Devote Rose, and I am your assistant professor temporarily. Since, you are looking from a professor you must be one of the students of this class, so I am suppose to send you on a mission ...because you can't learn anything in this class with a single pokemon."
The boy seemed to be rambling for a moment as something occurred to him.
"Oh, then again, I might be jumping to conclusions ...show me the pokemon on your team. I need to make sure, I am sending you on the right mission ...with the stupid instructions your real professor left behind."
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed May 23, 2018 12:30 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat May 26, 2018 12:54 pm
|
|
|
|
The explosion of pollen
Devote was sneezing, wheezing, and truly suffering from the antics of the ghost pokemon. The boy's face had literally turned red as he struggled to take a breathe that didn't erupt into a sneezing fit. It would take a long time to subside as he was stagger away from the girl and towards his desk as he pulls out not only a bottle of water but two small pills. His hands trembling as he went from sneezing to coughing as he tries to grasp the water on his desk without spilling it as he chugged both down, water and pill.
Finally drawing in a breathe that didn't cause an almost instant spasm of coughing or sneezing the boy would turn to almost glare at the girl, but simply in the end he would try to calm himself down.
Pressing two fingers against the bridge of his nose, he tried to put the consequences in front of his own eyes.
He was already on probation, if he killed a student or her pokemon they might make this his permanent station.
Though it be more of an exorcising with ghost, but either way, there was no way in hell he wanted to be stranded in this prison. So, Devote tried his best to smile pleasantly without showing off every tooth in his mouth ...with a expression that looked more like he was baring his teeth at her.
"Your pokemon is a funny one."
The boy would declare. His voice's pitch would go in an out, as it would seem that his airways were a bit clogged after that.
He would swallow thickly.
"Anyway, Naia it would seem you are indeed a student, so I am to give you your identification card. It lists your trainer rank of 1, and also identify your class and your identity in the organization so try your best not to lose it."
The boy would then go behind his desk and work on the computer there. He would draw up the information about the girl and print out a badge that he would hand over to her the moment it was finished along with three poke balls and two potions he had taken from the cabinet.
"You are to take off for your first mission, because, there is nothing that can be taught to a student with only one pokemon. So, you have the goal of capturing a second pokemon along with retrieving an item from the island. it would seem we had a resort that recently got over run with pokemon, so, you will be helping to retrieve lost artifacts that can be returned to their owners. Any question about any of that?"
The boy would ask as he was deliberate in skipping around important information. After all, this girl and her pokemon had literally just put him through hell a moment ago.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2018 10:43 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
