Stepping through the doors after your arrival, each student will find themselves faced with an unexpected sight, for before their eyes unfolds...a perfectly ordinary scene. Despite the tremendous illusionary power of the Mirage arena, Academy has decided to make the venue appear like the average Elementary School Gym, the place decorated like any such dance held there. Along two of the walls are rows of benches, a few more stuffed into the back to keep them out of the way. Off to the side sits a table of refreshments, completely with a lacy table cloth, and atop it a bowl of icy blue punch. The rust of the room seems strewn with tinsel, paper snowflakes, and fake snow made out of paper.
At the front of the 'gym' sits a DJ's table, presently being run by the Aegis Professor. The results are something which resembles a mixture of Trance and Kalosian Folk Music. No doubt the other Professors are also in attendance as chaperons.
To the immediate right of the door sits a table marked 'Secret Santa' complete with draw box and cards for students to fill out. Reading the simple instructions listed on a slip of paper, all a student has to do is sign their name to the card and check one of five boxes to receive a special prize at the end of the ball.
The Academy's Winter Festivities only occur once a year, so gather together, have some punch, and make that dance floor sing~!
After being hit, he was about to continue forward when he found himself and his pokemon teleported to a new place. Looking around, it appeared they were at a school. How odd... After looking around a bit, he found some cards. "Well, we're here now, might as well enjoy the break."
A Scyther that was completely ignoring them ... made Hiro stop and smile. A powerful bug type that also have flying qualities ...it could become steel type as well. A worthy pokemon to challenge especially since this one seemed to be bettering itself.
The boy was definitely going to go after that one, and as he started forward towards his goal he would suddenly find it ripped out of his reach. Something grabbed his leg, and it would seem that Blight would find herself grabbed too as they were teleported away to a ......and his mouth drops as he looks around at the decorations.
It probably saved the Abra's light as the boy screams out loudly.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
He was at SCHOOL, and not just a regular day at school but a dance.
Blight though would smile as she realized they were finally out of that place. She actually like dances, though she did remember that the last one they attended ...as the only human Hiro found himself as quite the wall flower.
Feeling sympathy for her trainer she would rub her head on his leg as he sank to the floor in despair.
(It might not be so bad this time)
She tried to tell him.
(After all, this one will contain humans)
Though all he would hear is Bulba...Bulbasaur as she tries to soothe him. The strange music for the moment was ignored as she saw something by the door, and the words Secret Santa. That was always fun, as she guess what the game might be.
Clamping onto his jacket she would tug him towards the box as he got up stiffly.
"Bulba ..saur, bulba."
Hiro was shocked and dismay at this place, and as Blight did her best he could do nothing more than follow her lead as she points at a strange box on a table with some cards.
"Secret Santa, what in Ho-oh is that?"
He would read the rules before he would simply take a card and put it into the box. Then he would lead Blight away as he seeked a corner to get comfortable in. It was then as he was walking that he noticed something ...he wasn't alone. This year, there was another creature in the room he could talk to as his eyes fell upon the boy, Alex.
A smile cross his face.
Human, he forgot, he was at a human academy. Not only that, he is the world's greatest trainer, so, his frown turned upside down as he walks towards the only other person in the room to go and talk to him.
The young boy would arrive in the room, having an odd sense of deja vu hit him. Had he been here before? What was with this feeling? The boy shrugged it off, instead taking the time to quickly scan the area. Things seemed pretty safe...at least for now. However he wasn't alone. There were two other males in the room. Not feeling very talkative, he would wander over to the table marked Secret Santa. He read the rules and picked up a piece. No harm in participating? Scanning the options, he would fill it out and then go towards the bowl of punch. He could try some and let Takeshi have some and see what he thought.
Takeshi would actually look a bit happy. That had been a fun ride....for him at least. The Charmander was seated on Gin's shoulder as he looked around the room. A Bulbasaur over there... Though it didn't look like the other kid had any pokemon out (who was he talking to then?). There wasn't much to do here and didn't look like there would be any battles anytime soon. For now, all the fire lizard could do would be to wait. Booorrringggg.
Scyther [F] Chiyome, Level 4 Nature: Lonely Stats: HP: 20/20/PP:20/ATK:16/DEF:10/SPD;14/SP-ATK:10/SP-DEF:12 MOVES: - Steel Wing - Leer - Focus Energy EXP: 30/125 Bio: Takeshi and Gin were traveling through the Foggy Forest when they were challenged by a Scyther! The pokemon loved the thrill of the battle and had a high energy level along with a certain bloodlust. Curious, Gin watched as Takeshi deemed the pokemon worthy and so the shinobi caught her.
Within moments Shiloh would find himself in the midst of the dance floor, the Abra releasing him and giving a two fingered salute before vanishing. Seemed he had others in need of taxi service.
That was when a minor miracle would occur. Perhaps it was the Arena sensing the last pulse of life in Valiant. Maybe it was the interference of a nearby faculty member. Or perhaps it was the work of Arceus himself. Regardless of whom was involved, the Larvesta's body would shimmer and shrink, hardening as it took on an oval shape. Within moments the insect had become an Egg once more; very likely for the last time. There would be no fourth Larvesta for Shiloh to get killed.
In the mean time, he'd have to hatch this egg the old fashion way.
Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2015 11:51 pm
Argyle would appear in a rush of air, but his clothes and hair would remain disheveled for but a moment. With swift, practiced motions the boy would smooth out his hair, as well as the wrinkles which had appeared upon his coat and shirt after the abrupt relocation. Only then would he take in his present location, arching an eyebrow. This was either the cheapest party a noble had ever thrown, or some sort of school based soiree.
Shaking his head at this foolishness, Argyle would take the funds Jekyll had been holding and deposited them in his coin purse. Yes coin purse. Given that he was an indentured servant, he rarely had more than a palm full of loose change, and as such he'd never actually required a wallet.
Once that was taken care of, and safely tucked away, the young butler would proceed to the table with the Secret Santa box. It was the nearest object, and it seemed interesting.....and he was not disappointed. Carefully analyzing his options, the youth would check one of the boxes and then sign it in an elegant flowing script....actually it was utter chicken scratch. Despite his upbringing he'd never had particularly neat handwriting.
Once that was completed he would drop the card in the box, and proceed towards the refreshment table. One could only imagine what they'd done to the punch to turn it blue, but it was best to have a cup now before somebody spiked it. Something which in the wonderful world of Pokemon could easily be a quite literal statement.
Ladling some into a plastic cup, the boy would choose to hang back near the wall. He had no intention of mingling, or dancing. Frankly he just hoped nobody mistook him for a member of the staff. Not that their seemed to be a waiting staff here, but people as a rule, were stupid.
Jekyll surprisingly managed to maintain his silence on his trainer's shoulder for a whole five minutes as he looked around the room and took in the scene. As Argyle finally stopped to sip punch however, the Croagunk would announce for all to hear ">MAN WHAT A SAUSAGE FEST!<"
Starter Pokemon: Croagunk [M] Name & Level: Jekyll, Lv 5 [Temperament] Naughty Bio:The story of how Argyle met Jekyll is a bit of an odd one. After purchasing a bulk shipment of skin rejuvenating mud from Sinnoh's Great Marsh (Guarnteed to take twenty years off your appearance!), Mistress Rosevelt had set aside some time for a fully immersive experience with the product, during which she received quite the surprise. It would seem the mud had come with stowaway in the form of an egg. Unfortunately it was about this same time the egg decided to hatch, splattering the aristocratic woman with muck and eggshell. After a shriek and shrill cry for the nearest Argyle to attend her, Verde arrived and was immediately ordered to dispose of the creature, although not before cleaning up the mess it had created. Whispering a snide remark just below his breath, both Mistress and Argyle were in for a surprise when the newly born Croagunk began to snicker devilishly. It seemed the Poison-type had heard the boy, and shared his sense of humor. Amused by this fact the young Butler then went about the task of convincing Mistress Rosevelt that the Croagunk would be quite useful in his regular duties, allowing him to make the manor to "shine as radiantly as you do Mistress Rosevelt". Little more in the way of convincing was required on the boy's part, and so he obtained his first and for the time being only Pokemon.
Since then Jekyll has proven a good match for Argyle, frequently snickering at the boy's comments be they made aloud, or simply implied. Unlike Argyle however Jekyll does nothing to hide his wicked nature, frequently mocking others quite openly and then laughing about it. Though cruel he is not crude, and more than willingly to amuse himself by catching the enemy off guard. Stats: HP: 21/21, PP: 22, ATK: 13, DEF: 10, SPD: 11, SP-ATK: 12, SP-DEF: 9 MOVES: - Astonish - Headbutt - Meditate - Mud-slap Held Item: EXP: 113/150
The realization that his pokemon was dead was slowly sinking in as he would looks at the limp body in his arms. He had killed the first, and the second had been killed in front of him ..maybe it was divine retribution, he wasn't sure, but his heart shattered at the sight in his arms. He didn't have to see the body the first time, it had turned into a egg, but the dead weight in his arms made it impossible to look away.
It torn him up inside and it made everything inside of him burn.
He wanted to destroy that pokemon and everything around him as gritted his teeth.
The boy was prepared to throw everything and anything at the Stantler when something attached itself to him and then they teleported.
The gym showed up in front of him, the pretty decorations, the strange music and the boy was in complete shock as the Abra gave him a two finger salute upon releasing him.
He had been taken away from the Stantler.
His chance for revenge was gone, and all the hatred and anger was lost in that utter void as hopelessness started to settle in.
He could do nothing, nothing at all.
Shiloh's eyes would drop back down to the creature in his arms. He had failed the Larvesta completely, and he felt tears in the back of his eyes burning. Then a white glow would take place, and the boy wasn't sure what deity decided to step in, but he would be forever grateful as the bug pokemon in his arms turns back into an egg.
It truly was a miracle as he hugs the egg close.
He hadn't even noticed any of the people around him at this point, nor the fact that his own injuries had somehow disappeared along with those of his pokemon. The only thing he knew for sure was that his hadn't lost his partner pokemon afterall.
Hiro would head towards Alex while Blight would change direction completely. Her eyes narrowed and she was showing one fang before she shouted back quite loudly.
(I am a female, dummy, so, not just a sausage fest!)
Blight had screamed it across the room even as she charges towards the poison type. There was no fear from her at his kind, and she was making it quite clear that she wouldn't be labeled wrongly just so that stupid frog could feel better about himself.
The two of them had missed this trainer's arrival, but his pokemon had made it very clear that he wasn't going to get to hide out in the corner for too long.
"You're a girl?<" Jekyll croaked curiously, swapping to Argyle's other shoulder in order to get a better look at the Bulbasaur. After a few moments of looking the Grass-type up and down, he'd cross his arms and sit casually ">Let me guess, you have a great personality<" He said dry, managing to look both smug and dubious at the same time.
Argyle was of course, having no part in this. Oh he'd certainly cast the Pokemon a glance as he sipped his drink, but he was well aware there was no stopping the Croagunk, and since nobody that mattered could understand him he didn't need to either.
Starter Pokemon: Croagunk [M] Name & Level: Jekyll, Lv 5 [Temperament] Naughty Bio:The story of how Argyle met Jekyll is a bit of an odd one. After purchasing a bulk shipment of skin rejuvenating mud from Sinnoh's Great Marsh (Guarnteed to take twenty years off your appearance!), Mistress Rosevelt had set aside some time for a fully immersive experience with the product, during which she received quite the surprise. It would seem the mud had come with stowaway in the form of an egg. Unfortunately it was about this same time the egg decided to hatch, splattering the aristocratic woman with muck and eggshell. After a shriek and shrill cry for the nearest Argyle to attend her, Verde arrived and was immediately ordered to dispose of the creature, although not before cleaning up the mess it had created. Whispering a snide remark just below his breath, both Mistress and Argyle were in for a surprise when the newly born Croagunk began to snicker devilishly. It seemed the Poison-type had heard the boy, and shared his sense of humor. Amused by this fact the young Butler then went about the task of convincing Mistress Rosevelt that the Croagunk would be quite useful in his regular duties, allowing him to make the manor to "shine as radiantly as you do Mistress Rosevelt". Little more in the way of convincing was required on the boy's part, and so he obtained his first and for the time being only Pokemon.
Since then Jekyll has proven a good match for Argyle, frequently snickering at the boy's comments be they made aloud, or simply implied. Unlike Argyle however Jekyll does nothing to hide his wicked nature, frequently mocking others quite openly and then laughing about it. Though cruel he is not crude, and more than willingly to amuse himself by catching the enemy off guard. Stats: HP: 21/21, PP: 22, ATK: 13, DEF: 10, SPD: 11, SP-ATK: 12, SP-DEF: 9 MOVES: - Astonish - Headbutt - Meditate - Mud-slap Held Item: EXP: 113/150
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Posted: Fri Dec 04, 2015 9:34 am
Blight trotted until she was right in front of Argyle as she sat down and looked upwards at the Croagunk. She gave him a big smile before she spoke in a way that sarcasm was dripping off her first sentence.
(Ha, Ha, very funny. Though I would think a pokemon like you would stay away from jokes about someone's looks ...DERP!)
She would do the last bit as though she imitating the sound a Croagunk makes as she switch out DERP for Cro, and even made the same stupid expression that is almost always on those types of pokemon's faces.
Blight had gone to school with other pokemon of her kind, so she wasn't above dealing with someone with a very big mouth.
Jekyll's response would come in the form of a croaking snicker which only a Croagunk could pull off. ">Why whatever could you mean my bulbous and near sighted cohort? I am the picture of loveliness!<" He declared, sliding down from Argyle's shoulder to cradle himself in the boy's elbow ">Can't you tell?<" He'd both add and ask as he thrust his face a little forward, tilting his head, crossing his eyes, and sticking out his tongue at an odd angle. Evidently he was mocking her attempts to insult him. She'd need to step up her game.
Argyle in the meantime would just change his cup from one hand to the other, hooking his thumb into his belt to more easily address the weight of the Croagunk on his arm. He was of course otherwise ignoring the discussion. Wasn't the first time, nor was it likely to be the last.
Starter Pokemon: Croagunk [M] Name & Level: Jekyll, Lv 5 [Temperament] Naughty Bio:The story of how Argyle met Jekyll is a bit of an odd one. After purchasing a bulk shipment of skin rejuvenating mud from Sinnoh's Great Marsh (Guarnteed to take twenty years off your appearance!), Mistress Rosevelt had set aside some time for a fully immersive experience with the product, during which she received quite the surprise. It would seem the mud had come with stowaway in the form of an egg. Unfortunately it was about this same time the egg decided to hatch, splattering the aristocratic woman with muck and eggshell. After a shriek and shrill cry for the nearest Argyle to attend her, Verde arrived and was immediately ordered to dispose of the creature, although not before cleaning up the mess it had created. Whispering a snide remark just below his breath, both Mistress and Argyle were in for a surprise when the newly born Croagunk began to snicker devilishly. It seemed the Poison-type had heard the boy, and shared his sense of humor. Amused by this fact the young Butler then went about the task of convincing Mistress Rosevelt that the Croagunk would be quite useful in his regular duties, allowing him to make the manor to "shine as radiantly as you do Mistress Rosevelt". Little more in the way of convincing was required on the boy's part, and so he obtained his first and for the time being only Pokemon.
Since then Jekyll has proven a good match for Argyle, frequently snickering at the boy's comments be they made aloud, or simply implied. Unlike Argyle however Jekyll does nothing to hide his wicked nature, frequently mocking others quite openly and then laughing about it. Though cruel he is not crude, and more than willingly to amuse himself by catching the enemy off guard. Stats: HP: 21/21, PP: 22, ATK: 13, DEF: 10, SPD: 11, SP-ATK: 12, SP-DEF: 9 MOVES: - Astonish - Headbutt - Meditate - Mud-slap Held Item: EXP: 113/150
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Posted: Fri Dec 04, 2015 9:56 am
Blight would simply shake her head.
(No, don't see it, but then again ...you can't tell I am a girl, so, how great a judge of loveliness can you be. Besides, what self respecting male ...call themselves a picture of loveli...oh ....you aren't a male are you?)
Blight would change angles as she looks upward at Jekyll.
She smiled quite broadly at him as she looks away from him as though she was talking to herself.
(Though, I was so sure, that no female could ever be that ugly.)
Then she would look towards Jekyll as she addresses him again.
(You know what, my mistake. I now understand your problem, when you are a female and you are that DERP looking of course you can't recognize another female.)
She would stand up at that and do a slight bow. She was waiting to see how he would handle that one.
Obviously someone had never heard of sarcasm before. ">Weeeeaaaaak. What next? Gonna comment on my breath? Maybe something about my skin being covered in slime?<" The Croagunk asked, looking a bit board now ">Alas, in a battle of wits my opponents come continuously unarmed." After that Jekyll seemed to mull something over, swinging back up to Argyle's shoulder as he leaned forward like a smooth talking con-man ">Listen here reek cheeks, how bout I give you a handicap? How bout a good old yo' momma. That should be more your speed<" He decided, giving a firm nod ">I'll even start!<" Wasn't he so thoughtful?
">Yo' momma so fat, she make a Snorlax look small. Yo' momma so dumb, she asked a Spinda for directions....three times. Oh! OH!<" Jekyll cried as he bounced giddily from one shoulder to the other ">Yo' momma so slow, she lost a race to a three legged Shuckle<"
Argylew would, as he had this entire time, continue slowly sipping his drink. For all he knew Jekyll was talking animated about the weather. Knowing the Croagunk as he did, that probably wasn't the case, but nobody could prove him otherwise.
Starter Pokemon: Croagunk [M] Name & Level: Jekyll, Lv 5 [Temperament] Naughty Bio:The story of how Argyle met Jekyll is a bit of an odd one. After purchasing a bulk shipment of skin rejuvenating mud from Sinnoh's Great Marsh (Guarnteed to take twenty years off your appearance!), Mistress Rosevelt had set aside some time for a fully immersive experience with the product, during which she received quite the surprise. It would seem the mud had come with stowaway in the form of an egg. Unfortunately it was about this same time the egg decided to hatch, splattering the aristocratic woman with muck and eggshell. After a shriek and shrill cry for the nearest Argyle to attend her, Verde arrived and was immediately ordered to dispose of the creature, although not before cleaning up the mess it had created. Whispering a snide remark just below his breath, both Mistress and Argyle were in for a surprise when the newly born Croagunk began to snicker devilishly. It seemed the Poison-type had heard the boy, and shared his sense of humor. Amused by this fact the young Butler then went about the task of convincing Mistress Rosevelt that the Croagunk would be quite useful in his regular duties, allowing him to make the manor to "shine as radiantly as you do Mistress Rosevelt". Little more in the way of convincing was required on the boy's part, and so he obtained his first and for the time being only Pokemon.
Since then Jekyll has proven a good match for Argyle, frequently snickering at the boy's comments be they made aloud, or simply implied. Unlike Argyle however Jekyll does nothing to hide his wicked nature, frequently mocking others quite openly and then laughing about it. Though cruel he is not crude, and more than willingly to amuse himself by catching the enemy off guard. Stats: HP: 21/21, PP: 22, ATK: 13, DEF: 10, SPD: 11, SP-ATK: 12, SP-DEF: 9 MOVES: - Astonish - Headbutt - Meditate - Mud-slap Held Item: EXP: 113/150
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Posted: Fri Dec 04, 2015 1:20 pm
Alex Trevell
After being in and near a volcano for so long, Alex went to get something to drink, only after making sure both pokemon were out. It seemed others were showing up via Abra. "You two enjoy yourselves. You've earned it." They nodded, heading off to see what the others were doing. Apparently there was a fight between some of the pokemon already going on.
Alistair managed to keep from yelping as he'd been forcefully jumped by a Psychic type. Fortunately, this one didn't exactly seem aggressive (he had bad memories of Duchess and her deranged Natu), and when he finally materialized, he was no worse for wear. The red-head eyed the room critically. How... tacky. He'd been to more balls than your average teenager or pre-teen would be in their entire life, and this was by far the cheapest-looking one. It wasn't even rustically cheap-- just teeth-gratingly plain. Where those snowflakes made of paper? Ugh, EVERYONE knew Galvantula silk was best for decorative figures like that; sturdy, graceful, and gorgeous to look at. Still... it didn't look like it was going to be one of those larger numbers-- the others around him looked his age or younger, so he could only conclude this was a party for the benefit of the students. Most of who WOULDN'T be aware of faux paus like this.
Sighing, Alistair turned to the table on his right, looking over this "Secret Santa". He wasn't entirely sure this was how this... "game" worked, but he wouldn't pass up free items. He immediately rejected the TM and Held Item-- how could guarantee that he'd get an item that would benefit him? (He COULD have sold the gift, but then he'd be just as tacky as this party.) He pondered the PokeBall option for a second, but disregarded it; he had enough Pokemon at the moment. After a moment of staring, he'd begin to fill out it. Practical over hopeful.
Lucy, meanwhile, wasn't nearly as preoccupied with the minutia. Instead, she'd decided to do what folks should be doing at parties-- socializing. Which was apparently something only Pokemon were doing here. In one graceful move, she leapt off her distracted trainer's shoulder and glided across the room to land on the refreshment table... right in front of a certain shinobi and his Charmander. >Hi again!< she chirped to Takeshi. >How's the party so far?<
Starter Pokemon: Emogla Name & Level: Lucianna, Level 3 [Temperament] Quiet Stats: HP:17/PP:21/ATK:10/DEF:9/SPD:10/SP-ATK:11/SP-DEF:9/ MOVES: - Air Slash - Ion Deluge - EXP: 51/100 Pokemon held items: N/A
