Roleplaying

'Oh look, fire doggy made it! Good job, good job. And here comes Salem!' the Reuniclus bounced around as he sped along next to Arcanine. As she mentioned Salem, the Zoroark appeared and made his way to the Arcanine's other side. Darren was having a blast riding on the Arcanine's back through town as they forged onward towards the docks.

After a few more minutes Cel cried, 'Look! Mr. Old-Guy Graysmoke is waiting for us!' Sure enough, Darren say the older trainer waiting for him and Gauge with Rune and Raina.

"Alright Arcanine, here should be close enough to let me off," Darren said as he patted the large canine's side. Salem came to a halt at the edge of the dock and went back to standing on his back legs. Once he was erect, the Zoroark deployed his illusion once more to look like a human in such a crowded place.

'That was fun, we should do it again sometime fire doggy,' Cel giggled as she bounced around the Arcanine.

Mienfoo had found a rock opposite of the dark legendary to sit and listen to what he had to say. It was obvious that he had put much more thought into the subject than the fighter had. His words flowed over the little Mienfoo like a tumbling waterfall. 'So that is why the legendaries are the way they are,' he thought to himself. Each one had a story, different than any other but similar to some. Ones of heroics, betrayal, resentment and of course, misunderstanding. Thinking it over he could see why the legends had their outlooks on the humans. What had the humans ever done for them? Shunned them for something they couldn't change, chased them to catch and put up on a shelf, and worst of all forget what they had done for the humans.

These things just caused Mienfoo to think that maybe they should get rid of the humans. But then there was the fact that Darkrai had mentioned there were a few that still had good hearts. The little fighter was skeptical on this now, after hearing how the humans had treated their protectors. 'So you do all agree that something needs to happen, just not what needs to happen? Hearing what you have said, are there enough good hearts left in the humans to make them worth saving? If all these humans do is shun you and try to capture you for some collection, what is the reason for saving them? Were the times before the war and Plasma really worth bringing back?'

She stared at him, wide eyes in wonder, horror and shame. How could her kindred have abandoned the forest? Celebi shook her head, moving her hands up to her head. How could he take it so lightly, when she clearly had some fault in this? She stared down the paths of scorched earth. (This cannot be! It has to be a mistake!) She nearly shouted it as she pulled herself free and took off. Devastated, she flew with her eyes closed into the forest, trailing along the scorched path.

She couldn't believe the destruction as she  flew past them, reaching a small clearing. The destruction was so visable, despite the many years since the war. She did the only thing she could. Eyes closed and she started to glow. Pushing the light out of her, she started to heal her forest. It took effort, as she started to follow one of the paths where fire and war had destroyed more then it's share of trees and plants and healed it to the best of her ability, leaving a small thin trail after her of fresh sprouts and patches of green grass.

It didn't take long however before she was distracted and heard the singing from within the forest. Curiously, she continued her healing but went into the woods searching for the singer.

Hawkeye watched as the little Celebi broke away from him and began flying through the forest. It was apparent that she thought she had fault in this. The Marowak shook his head, he knew better than that. While it is true that she wasn't here for the fight, it wasn't her time to be there. to be honest, the ground pokemon believed that the Celebi's egg was hidden to protect it from the war so that should could arrive later and deal with the damage that was done. He was firm in his belief that Celebi was here now to bring the forest back up to its former glory in a time that she could actually do so.

Letting her get a little ways ahead, the Marowak began follwing after her. He kept his distance, but made sure to keep up with her enough to keep the Celebi in sight. While she may be a legendary, she was also newly hatched and could still be hurt by other pokemon. When she started to veer off the path she was on, he wondered why she was doing this all of a sudden. Then he too, heard the singing coming from somewhere in the forest. It wasn't a voice he recognized, and by now he was actually very familiar with the voices of the pokemon that had decided to stay in the forest. Curious as well, Marowak followed a little closer behind the Celebi as she turned to investigate the sound. Of course, he was sure to be ready to attack as well, depending on whether the pokemon they found was hostile or not.

Slinks was right in the middle of Twinkle twinkle little star when the area around  him started to morph and shift, becoming green and lush again. Oh my Arceus, Whats going on? Slinks senses start to tingle, not necessarily a warning but something Big is awake in this forest, and its moving about.  Everywhere starts to feel fresh and green again. Despite not being one of the Breathers he can appreciate the renewed vitality of the forest. Slinks has heard stories of several powerful pokemon that can bring life to even the deadest areas. He isn't sure which one is restoring this forest though. I thought all the Legends were gone or asleep. Times are changing if this is any indicator.

Slinks shivers and continues on the now green path. One of these paths have to lead somewhere eventually. He floats over to one of the many trees that are now sprouting new leaves and new health. Slinks plucks a now ripe pecha berry from it. He may not have to Eat per say. Slinks normally draws sustenance from devouring the dreams of people and the occasional pokemon, but that doesn't mean he can't enjoy the taste of a nice ripe berry every once in a while. Munching on his berry he returns to the path whistling “it’s a beautiful day”

Being on foot, it took Gauge and Tealeaf a while to catch up, the trainer going slower for his heavy Pokemon's sake; since Tealeaf didnt have any stat boosting moves, he couldnt go any faster than physically possible for himself.

Gauge headed toward the other trainers, Tealeaf following along beside him, both a little winded from the run. "Do we know which ship is heading out to Johto...?" He looked up and down the dock, viewing each of the four large ships, one preparing to depart out to each of the regions. He looked around for a depot worker, or a sign that would say which ship was headed where.

Eyes flashed angry, but he need the boats, the people to follow him. To not go to the NewMoon Island. He could not break the trust of Darkrai or Reshiram. He had heard him, of course he had heard the fellow Legendary as he had taken off from the Island while giving out his booming call, and Suicune was more then ready to do his part, do his share to change the world. But he didn't think humans could be redeemed, no. Humans needed to fear them, fear the pokemon, respect them, to leave them alone where they belonged, in the wild, and so, he chose his path.

The Suicune bounced across the water, avoiding the highest of the waves and made sure the Blizzard increased in strenght and magnitude, engulfing the boats nearby around the Island. He growled, not the fierceful Growl some pokemon had, but a deep, gutural that foretold his anger, his hatred for those that dared to follow him, stalking him on his path. Crimson red eyes flashed in anger as he strided with a pace strong and aggressive. He stopped, standing easily on the anxious sea beneath his feet. He felt the strong Northern Wind flare up around him, mane and tails swaying in it as it came out from nowhere.

He knew what he had to do, this poor boat was his first victim, and if he got his way it would not be the last. He summoned his strenght inside of him, muzzle parted as a ball of energy started to grow in it. He moved himself infront of the first boat. Long legs carried himeasily around it, in the shadows of his Mist and Blizzard. And then, with no regards to whatever happened it, he rose up on his hindlegs then smashed them into the water surface and unleashed his Aurora Beam. Colourful beam of light stretched out from his mouth and into the side of the boat. Just like that, and then he relocated himself, swiftly bouncing away from the spot he had stood on. 

His Hydro Pump move was next, powerful Legendary unleashed all his rage into his strongest water attack on the boat, giving it no rest from his attacks. The Suicune moved again, bouncing around and around the boat, attacking it from all the angles he could, using his Mist and Blizzard as cover. Anger shook the very core of his being as he worked, destroying anyting the beams hit. Every man, woman, pokemon, crate anything that wasn't properly secured easily would have been tossed into the raving sea, leaving few able to counter attack. And then, as easily as he had appeared, the Legendary Beast disappeared. Long strides carried him away from the disaster onto the next boat. 

He spared noone, not caring if the boat had followed him or not, not a single boat was sapred from his rampaging. Icy Wind, Hydro Pump, Gust, Aurora Beam, Mirror Coat, Tail Wind, he used every weaponry he had to destroy anything that crossed his path. Reaching his last victim, the smallest boat of them all, just a tiny motorboat. Stopping infront of it, he prepared himself to cast his Aurora Beam. He was tired, every muscle in his body arched, trembled of the effort it took for him to remain on his feet, to remain ableminded enough to attack. Exhausted, he had run the country back and forth, attacked and destroyed ships and kept the Mist and the Blizzard to blind them, to cover him and hide him. He could not spare this one, and yet...

Chest heaved as he caught his breath in heavy gasps. Muzzle parted, not to summon attacks, but to ease his breathing. He swallowed heavily, tongue lolling out of the side of his muzzle as the dog like pokemon turned himself around. He remained ontop of the water, such was a natural ability for him and even now where he was on the verge to pass out, he managed to remain ontop of the water. Strides were stiffer, as if he was walking through mud or wet sand that made his paws feel heavier, like syrup. Slowly, step by step the large Pokemon increased his pace. Step by step, paw by paw. Hateful looking eyes changed to a haunted, bitter resentfull look as he looked over his 'shoulder', watching the scene of chaos he had left behind him as the Mist faded and the Blizzard turned into a heavy snowfall that slowly slowed down. Even the North wind had stopped blowing. But he didn't stop. 

His paced increased to a trot. Determination won over his exhaustion as he headed to the twin island, FullMoon Island. The empty home of another Legendary that could possible bring aid. If not, at least provide shelter until he had regained his strenght and power, even if someone dared follow him.

Darren looked around the boatyard for any indication of which ship was going to Johto. 'It's that one,' Cel chimed in as she pointed to one of the ships. Her trainer looked at her a little confused as to how she knew this.

"How can you be sure that the ship over there is the one that is going to Johto?" Darren asked with a raised eyebrow. Salem was staring at the little psychic as well as the two waited for their answer.

'I read the minds of the sailors and found out that the S.S. Artisan is the one leaving for Johto. And if I am reading it correctly, the letters on the side of that ship read S.S.Artisan, correct?' Cel pointed a finger towards the boat behind her in indication that it was the one she was speaking of.

Both Darren and Salem let their mouths fall slightly open at the explaination. And sure enough, she was pointing at the exact ship she had just mentioned. "Why haven't you ever read other peoples minds before now?'

'I have, a few times. But you were the one that told me not to invade other's privacy unless absolutely necessary. My thoughts were that this rule covered the mind as well. Of course, seeing as we are trying to find a legendary that could possibly help us save the world or whatever, I figured that it was an emergency and went ahead and read all of their minds to gather information. You're not mad at me, are you?' Cel ended her explanation with a small whimper as she looked up at her trainer with bambi eyes, trying to get him to not be angry with her.

Smiling, the trainer gave Cel a hug and said, "Of course not, you followed the rule as I intended for you to. You used your judgement soundly and decided that this was one of the times that you could use your powers. Good job." The psychic type gave a squeal of delight. Turning to face the other two trainers he said, "Alright guys, the S.S. Artisan is the one leaving for Johto, let's go!"

He could see the question look in Graystoke's eyes and decided to say how he knew. "Cel used her psychic powers to read the sailors minds and found out. So don't worry, we know where we are going."

The method of how the information was recieved was a little strange to Graystoke, but he couldn't complain due to the fact that Rune had done the same thing for him before. So, he ushered Gauge, Darren, and all the pokemon towards the ship the S.S. Aritsan. Graystoke bought the tickets for all of them with his own money, and actually got a discount on the fact that he happened to know one of the higher ups in the shiping comany that owned the S.S. Artisan. With that taken care of, the group all got on board and in a short time, off then went.

On there way to Johto, Graystoke noted that there was strange weather over towards New Moon Island; that would definitely be something to listen for in the news and maybe investigate later. Actually, they would have to because once they got Cresselia's help they would be coming back to search for Darkrai. But for now he had to focus on the task at hand. It took quite a while to travel from one region to the next, but they made it in excellent time.

Once the docked in Johto, Graystoke made his way down to from the boat to the docks. "Come on boys, we have a bit to do if we are going to catch the legend Cresselia," the older trainer called with a motion of his hand. Stepping from the docks, he then made his way into Olivine city. Rune stetched his legs as he found himself back on dry earth. The steel pokemon had always disliked the water due to the fact that he sunk, but it wasn't a fear they kept him from traveling. Raina stood behind her trainer as usual, acting as a bodyguard and watching the Chatot on his shoulder.

The Arcanine jumped off the boat and followed Graystoke. He felt uneasy around the water, but confident enough to be around it. He sniffed around, noticng new scents, food, humans and other Pokemon. He soon stopped and waited for Darren, his tail wagging across the ground. He turned his from time to time to watch cars as they drove by and the ocasional Pokemon travelling with it's trainer along the sidewalk. He breathed in the clean and crisp air as it blew past the Arcanine's face, messing up the big tufts of fur upon his orange and yellow face.

Silas was sure he was the only survivor.  Due to Maybe's last minute use of magnet bomb, they had a peice of the ships metal hull to cling to.  Silas quietly pondered what that legendary had against humans.  Well, if all the legendaries were like that, it should keep what happened in Orre from happening here.  Still, Silas had to check.  Silas stared into space, and saw a tiny island just on the horizon.  Wa it that island that led to an undersea grotto where you could catch lileep and kabuto?  Probably not.  Either way, it was good to have land.  Silas quietly prayed that him and his pokemon would float towards that island. 

Even with the roaring winds screaming in her ears, the crash of mechanical explosions wracking a nearby ship was impossible to miss. Fog obscured details further than a couple yards out, but the lights of fire and attacks off in the distance managed to bleed their way through. The flickering lights and occasional sound of distant thunderings roused unsettling memories in Iris. Adrenaline seeped into her bloodstream, enough so to catch Locke's attention with the scent. All of the small party's members were familiar with the sounds, the smells, the images of such violence and destruction; it was an unpleasant reminder for them.

Whatever was going on around them, they were blind to it. All they could do was push on toward the island and, in doing so, hopefully escape the apparent dangers in the surrounding waters. Iris, knuckles clenched white around the steering wheel, doing her best to keep her mind on that, battling the natural fear she could feel clawing at her throat and pressing in on her chest.

In their distraction it was impossible to recognize that Riddle's tune had faded into the gale. The ghost's attention had been all too easily compromised by her own focus on the worrisome light show. When the majestic water hound stepped out to meet them, however... then they noticed.

Though not exactly able to stop on a dime, it didn't take long for the boat to slow to a relative stop when the driver let off the gas. Her eyes were glued to the scarred being, stunned by his very presence. At her side, Locke bolted up in his seat, scenting the twisting air in a desperate attempt to figure out what had brought them to a halt. Meridian remained nowhere to be seen, but Rouge and Riddle had put on their brakes when the boat had, both staring at the wild legendary.

Rouge's every nerve went into hyperdrive as she reacted to the unfriendly vibes wafting off of Suicune. Being at a type disadvantage, she wasn't about to initiate an attack. Protection was her main concern -- with no cover out here in the waters, there was little hope of Iris and Locke evading any attack slung at them. With this being the case, Rouge was more than ready to be their cover for them, to protect them. Determined as she was, she back-stroked with her blazing wings, fluttering over the tiny boat to cover the others with her light screen. No, it wouldn't stop an attack from hitting them, but it would at least filter out the worst of it.

The one thing that could have thrown the seasoned team off their game most, however, was exactly what followed. Every able-eyed member of the group looked on in terrible confusion as the mighty, resentful legend turned its back to them and slowly plodded away. Why... why would a creature that gave off such evident levels of disdain abandon a potential, vulnerable kill?

One of the advantages Iris had, coming from an era when pokemon were bountiful, was a greater understanding of their body language. The way Suicune had been gasping for breath, how he struggled to go on in his retreat, they were quite apparent in her eyes. Had he simpy exhausted himself somehow, or was something more serious the issue? With such a sloppy carriage in such an obviously elegant creature, surely there was something out of sorts. Intrigue and concern colored Iris' thoughts as the wind died down. Considering the very real possibility that the majority of the old legends fell in the war, both human and pokemon-kind could hardly afford another loss.

Iris and Riddle alike jolted when Locke started and let out an urgent yip, turning in circled in his seat. Though Riddle wrote it off with an edgy sound, Iris and Rouge watched him intently; they were all familiar with the Linoone's tracking cry. He never reacted to a scent in such a way unless he had been set on it before with a command, so whatever it was, it was something Iris would have to know of.

All the same, lack of understanding coated his trainer's expression. They were in the middle of the ocean, what could the blind old boy possibly have caught wind of out here? "Where is it, Locke?" She gave the order just as she always had; in the water or not, his training remained the same.

Obediently, Locke perked and jutted his nose in the direction of the acquired scent, like a pointer on a foxhunt. Both trainer and pokemon stared in confusion off after Suicune's fading figure. Where on earth would Locke have picked up on such a scent in the past...

A wave of realization washed over Iris with a gust of frigid wind. "Is it the scent from this morning?" She asked in a low, hasty voice. Their venture at the lake this morning was the only tracking stunt they had pulled in quite some time, so it was the only thing that came to mind. When he nodded her eyes grew wide. What had this legendary been doing all this time, practically flying from one end of the region to the other in such a short time? And more importantly, she wondered, was he behind the dangerous weather as of late?

If Suicune was, in fact, the culprit, then something would have to be done to remedy that. She certainly didn't plan to harm him if at all possible, but this had to be sorted out for the sake of safety. Everyone's safety, including Suicune's.

With a potential decision laid out on the board, she looked to her brilliantly shining Volcarona, who hovered closeby. "Should we follow?" Rouge was silent and unresponsive for a spell before she finally bobbed in the air, essentially nodding. Like the trainer who had raised her, she had a strong sense of obligation to the tasks bestowed upon them, as well as the well being of what few pokemon remained.

Decisions set in place, Rouge swept back out ahead of the boat to cut through the fog with her glow, keeping the distant silhouette of the canine in her sights. Behind her, the boat puttered right along, bound for Fullmoon Island.

Tealeaf bounced down the gangway even though Gauge tried to stop him. He was much too excited to be back home and it showed in the way he happily tossed his leaf and skipped in his own special way down the dock to firm land. All his trainer could do is chuckle at the dino.

"Well, my guess to where we start is for me to get my book. See if mom has anymore details on Cresselia than she told me over the phone," he said, following after his hyper pokemon.

Looking at the other trainers, he suggested, "Hit the trainstation then? It'll be the quickest way back to Cherrywood." As much as he loved the Johto countryside, he knew that time was of the essence, and they needed as many resources as quickly as he could get them.

"Bay!! Bay!!" Tealeaf cried, bouncing back to his trainer. "We can look at the Train Station's news stand to see if there's any more information on Cresselia!!" he knew he couldnt be understood, but he did look around at the other pokemon, namely the Reniculous, knowing she could translate into human speech.

Gauge watched his hyper pokemon, following his gaze over to the Reniculous. Thoroughly confused, he was, but until something was told in a language he could understand, it was all up in the air.

Cel saw that the Bayleef was now staring at her and figured that he wanted her to translate for him. So she said, "Tealeaf says that we can go check the train station's news stand to see if there have been any more sightings of Cresselia."

Darren nodded his head and commented, "That's actually a good idea, since we are going that way to get back to your house anyway it wouldn't hurt to look." Turning to his Reuniclus he chuckled, "Looks like you have become the official translator for our group."

The psychic bobbed up and down and twisted a few times as she replied, "Yay, this is going to be fun! I can tell all of you what your pokemon are saying and what they are thinking and.."

"Woah, woah, woah. I said translator as in you tell us what they said, not read their minds. That is an invasion of privacy, remember? And I will not have that kind of thing on this trip, or any other time for that matter. Understood?" Darren raised an eyebrow as he stared at the little psychic, trying his best to make her understand that reading other's minds without permission was a bad thing.

Sighing Cel replied, "Fine, I will not read other peoples minds and tell you about it."

While that wasn't exactly what he was looking for as a response, it was a response nontheless. So, being 'settled' so to speak, he turned around to find that Arcanine had been waiting for him. Smiling he reached over and gave the fire type a good scratch behind the ear. "You did great on the boat boy. Here, take this." Pulling out a small poffin, he held it out for the large canine to eat.

Turning his attention back to the others he said, "Well, since we need to get to Gauge's house and the train is the fastest way to get there, we should be on our way shouldn't we?

The Arcanine took the poffin out of Darren's hand carefully and ate it. He had small crumbs in his fur and sat down as he began to lick his fur clean, snapping up the crumbs as he preened his fur. He finished his neck and began to lick his paws, pulling out a very small splinter, wincing slightly as he pulled it out, he then preened his tail. He soon finished, his coat looking clean and shiny. He looked up and watched the clouds as they floated by, the sun shining, not a single rain cloud in sight as they floated across.

You can be located in any of the five known regions, but try to pick a region in which others are playing so you arent travelling alone. Unova is the most desicrated area and Pokemon are highly scarce here. Sinnoh and Hoenn are least affected (since they're islands and not connected to the main land), but still quite devoid of life, while Kanto and Johto are in between.

Pokemon Centers and Marts still exists but are lumped together (think B&W Version if you've played it) and few and far between. Wild pokemon are also avalible, but are as rare as the trainers who possess them. Professionals of pokemon too are scarce, meaning few Professors, Gym Leaders, etc.

All across the known Pokemon universe, the critters have become scarce. Where once Pokemon joined human as pets, now dogs and cats have become the household animal. Join with the very few trainers left that are willing to pay large sums of money for their Pokemon, make teams and see if you can bring this ailing species back to it's former glory!

Pokemon have also wised-up. They are harder to catch, harder to train, harder to befriend. Use all your knowledge, as well as the knowledge of others, to win battles, and the hearts, of these pokemon! Who knows, there might even be an Elite Four out there somewhere!

Decades after team Plasma was defeated, a second wind of members arose and took power, having worked underground long enough to gain power and liberate Pokemon from the human hand. Suffering a second defeat by the hands of the public, the fools gave up, but not without permanentally changing the course of Pokemon and Human lives. Wild pokemon became hard to find, and the ones left where brought to reserves.

These reserves are the last strongholds of pokemon, acting like a Safari Zone mixed with a breeding farm, all run by breeders and scientists in hope of conserving the dwindling population. People who are interested in owning a Pokemon go to these reserves and buy pokemon now, but, for a large sum of money. Being as rare as they are, not every interested person can afford to own Pokemon, so it's up to those who are truly dedicated to owning and training, and conservation.

There is at least one reserve in each region which specializes in Pokemon for that region. Chose your favorite, or have your character travel! <3


1) No Godmoding. Example: Dont let your Electric type attack OHKO a ground type pokemon.

2) No Mary-Rue/Gary-Stu. Srsly.

3) Absolutely no killing of Pokemon >:[ ...fainting fine, but no killing >3>

4) Depending on your character's age, you may own only up to 3 pokemon, due to the logical amount of money that it'd take to buy those pokemon. Usually, you should start out with one. If your character is older, you may have up to 6.

5) No Legendaries please. Includes Trios of any kind, but does not include ones that can breed, like Lati@s--just, I dont want to see 5 of them running around. xD Talk to me if you [i]reaally[/i] want a Legendary.

6) Keep battles to a realistic length. Also, no blood/extreme battle description--c'mon, it'd Pokemon, not Battle-to-the-Death.

7) Pokemon may have more than four attacks. Within the Anime, it's often seen they have more than that xD plus I'd think they wouldnt forget them so easily. Please keep them to a maximum of like 10 though. :x

8) Chansey, Zoroark, Kecleon, Lucario, etc; ones that you get through event or are extremely difficult to find (especially rare genders) should be extremely limited as well. Shinies go for this rule too.