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Post by Guest Sat Sep 22, 2012 12:17 pm

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Realgam Tower [Casino Area] || Late Night (1)


This place was just sooooo much fun! I never want to leave this place! Leaving that boring forest was the right thing to do after all. No ever wanted to play with me there….and even some random pokemon kept being mean to me and didn’t share thier berries! And in the end, they just stopped moving, just like those pichu’s did before…. But this place, it was as if someone had made this playground just for me!

Sissy and Brody were loving it also, all three of us painted on the statues, painted on the walls and even on painted on some frames others had already painted on. It was like a group painting now, and I had made them better-er! A lot of the stuff I drew were of some rat family I think….can’t really tell. But a lot of them were of the mean people, all of them still and red as the paint I used.

Brody’s hand came up playful to my ear, whispering something like he always does. “This paint is starting to smell” Really? I sniffed myself over a bit, didn’t smell that bad….. “You should take a bath soon~” Bath….Bath…..Bath……what were those again? Ugh, Sissy is always trying to tell me what to do, so chances were that it wasn’t something fun. And so what if the paint was a little smelly, the place where he found it smelled worse. This place only managed to mess up in the paint department. I mean come on! Who only puts out red paint? And who puts it near some gross smelly lumpy stuff? But they added in everything else, no use getting fussy about all that I guess.

So Sissy earned herself a swift head shake from me, and I earned a swift bop to the head from her. But she was my friend, I knew she wasn’t doing it to be mean. But I still wasn’t gonna take a bath….

”Hey, Hey, what’s that over here?” Brody, always the adventurer. But he always found fun stuff, that’s why I always go follow.

I can’t belive it! It was……it was…..it was one of those thinga-mabobs. It was as clear as day. But it was colorful, and round, and a little bit dirty so it covered up the shiny parts, but still interesting. ”What’s it do?” Sissy, always the one that has to ask questions. Brody gave her a bop this time around, ”Who cares! You should destroy it Cyril!~”

It was no use trying to tell Brody to be nice to Sissy, or the other way around. Those two were always fighting with each other, but it was okay, they were still the best of friends. So I did what Brody told me to, and fired that electrical attack at it…..thunder bolt! And it was the best idea Brody ever had. The little shiny parts around the round edges quickly lit up, displaying an array of color he didn’t notice in the dark. The thing was as bright as a star I tell you! But then the shiny parts each blew up scattering shards of glass everywhere. I tried again, but this time there was no shiny parts to light up, and nothing happened, but the first time was well worth it.

“Sissy, Brody, Lets go find more!”


((OOC: Few things, Sissy on his Right hand, Brody on his left for future references. Cyril talks through them, so when he does, it will be in bold and italics to make it slightly less confusing. His speech would be just plain old normal. And that thing he found and destroyed would be something similar to this.))
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Realgam Tower [Hotel Area] || Late Night (2)


Hehehe! Electricity on shiny parts are simply the Best! Thunder Bolt, Pretty Lights, and a BOOM! Sure they were one time use only, but I still loved them. But all too soon the shiny parts on all the machines in the playroom all got used up, and I was left being bored….

”Hey, why’re you being all mopey for? If you ran out, go find more!” Sissy was right, but that would mean leaving the fun area and going off to other places unknown…..and the rest of the tower was kinda….scary. But I had Sissy and Brody, so thinks shouldn’t be so bad. ”Okay, lets go then!”

I pushed the grand doors that blocked the entrance to the other areas, I ignored them before cause they were all closed, and opening closed doors was mean. Heck, I wouldn’t even have come in here to see all this great stuff if it wasn’t for Brody. He was smart, he proudly told me that a broken door and a closed door are totally different! So going through the broken doors was okay. Sadly, going through closed doors was still not okay…..

“Cyril, look up above, more shiny things.” Oh hey, they were right. It looked dusty and could barely be seen, but attached to the ceiling were dusty shiny round things, all lined up in the center for more fun!

Lightening, Light, and BOOM!

Tiny little pieces of shiny things fell to the ground, then disappeared as the light faded away, I would have looked for tiny bits, but the shiny things up above were more fun!

Lightening, Lights, BOOM!

Lightening, Lights, BOOM!

Lightening, Lights, BOOM!

Each time I would giggle like crazy and run to the next set of shiny round things. I would have got to them all, but both Sissy and Brody kept nudging me about something. ”Hey, wait up a bit will you?” She reprimanded, always trying to make things less fun….”Yeah, look, there’s a door open.”

Hmm, it wasn’t open before….least I don’t think so…..MAYBE IT COULD LEAD ME TO ANOTHER PLAY AREA!

”Don’t just stand there, go in it already” Brody can be so impatient some times….

”I’m going, I’m going, calm down.”

Creeeeeeeeeeeekkkkkk.

The door made a funny noise as it was being opened up more, that alone told me this place was going to be fun.
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Realgam Tower [Hotel Area] || Late Night (3)


Hmm…this place wasn’t as big as the last area, and there was only one window in this one…Didn’t really look as much fun as I would have hoped. There was a giant painting up though, of some weird looking pink-ish pokemon with another smaller pokemon. Not something I would ever want to draw, but they had more types of paint than me…

There was also a huge square looking thing in the middle of the room, and like most of the other stuff in this tower, I had no clue what it was. And neither did Sissy and Brody, for Brody was already leading me straight to the square thing and poking at it, which is how we found out it was soft! ”What do you think it is?” Sissy inquired.

”There you go again, always with the questions, can’t you ever just have fun? Brody seemed to be extra mean today….they would start fighting if I don’t do something soon…

”Hey look, another smaller room” Anything to get them to stop the arguing. But it wouldn’t last long, I knew, there wasn't anything entertaining to distract us with. The smaller room was just a little area, with a round branch going from side to side, and dull silver things hanging from it. Just big triangles hanging there, doing nothing at all…..so naturally I had to get them! Destroying the branch thing that held them all up, I was able to get the triangles without having to put down Sissy and Brody to climb. I hated having to put them down, so did they.

They were hard little triangles, and dull looking too…They were bendable though, so maybe they had something to do with that? I pushed the edges together and watched the form change, then snap! It jumps out of my hands like a bullet as it tried to reform its shape, hitting the ceiling of this small room and bouncing back down to earth, almost hitting me! ”That, was awesome! Make it jump again!” And with Brody’s words, it all sort of clicked for Sissy. “Jump….Jump?....JUMP!”

Making a mad dash to the soft square thing in the middle, I jumped up into the air, reached the climax of the jump, and came falling down to the ground with no fears. Also no pain for me, because the square thing was soft, and it was bouncy, and it kept me jumping and giggling like crazy, making my fur all statically from excitement. Every time I fell downwards, I would push with my legs on the square and go back up into the air, and every time I went down, the square thing would go downwards with me a little more each time before sending me back up. Then I suddenly halted, and as if reading my mind Brody came up with the most ingenious idea in the history of forever!

”Hey….what do you think would happen if we tried to blow up the square thing?” The electricity in my fur building up even more in joy…..


((yes, that was a closet, and those "triangles" were coat hangers))
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Chiaroscuro || Realgam Tower [Hotel Area] || Late Night
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The Staraptor had been taking a nap in one of the rooms that he had conveniently found open, whoever was inside apparently having rushed out in a hurry. Though human belongings were scattered around and the place carried a general atmosphere of messiness, the bed was soft and that was really the main thing that mattered at the moment. Chiaroscuro had spent a long day flying over the Orre deserts, trying to find at least a somewhat decent place to land; he had found no area that looked nice in the desert or the towns in the desert. When it was nearing sunset, though, he had managed to find Realgam Tower, a massive resort reaching up into the sky. Out of any place he had seen in this region, it was the nicest, and adding in the fact that it was late, Chiaroscuro immediately chose to rest there.

In his makeshift nest of bed and blankets, he had fallen asleep in a much-needed nap. At the first, loud blast of crackling glass and something exploding, Ross had shifted a little and resumed sleeping. However, he raised his head in annoyance as the sound continued; in fact, it sounded louder, as if whatever was causing it was coming closer. Should the hawk be concerned? Probably, but his irritation won out instead. With a yawn and a fluff of his feathers, he picked himself out of his warm, comfortable rest, hopping down onto the ground. Preening his chest feathers a bit, he moved through the open door of the suite room and looked down the unlit hallway. It was so dark... and was that broken glass all over the floor?

A hiss escaped the hawk's beak and he stretched out his wings. There was no way he was hopping over the damn shards; he'd get his toes cut off! Though his species didn't exactly have good night vision, Chiaroscuro used his sharp eyesight to his advantage to at least locate outlines of doors or know where there were walls and other obstacles. It was hard to travel slow by air, but thankfully the hallways were rather spacey; this sure was a high-quality hotel. It didn't take much time to search for the source of the sounds; a loud banging kept echoing through the empty, dark night like cannon blasts.

Chiaroscuro slowed down to a halt, dropping to the floor with his wings folding in as he stopped in front of a slightly open door. He pushed it open the rest of the way with his head and looked in, squinting and seeing some sort of pokémon in the room; it was too small to be a human, anyway. He felt a sort of static electricity in the air that made his feathers fluff out a bit, and the Staraptor stepped back a little. "Hey... what do you think would happen if we tried to blow up the square thing?" said the figure in the dark, and the hawk narrowed his eyes in suspicion and mystery. Whoever this was, he sounded like a total kid. What was a little kid doing in a place like this, all alone, especially with what was going on in the pokémon world at the time?

"Hey kid. What are you doing?" he called, his voice echoing in the temporary silence. Though Ross didn't know who the child was, he was talking about blowing up things and stuff exploding was never good. Just in case the kid happened to be a stubborn brat or a rebellious one, the Staraptor took a precautionary step back behind the door so that if the stranger in the dark decided to blow up 'the square thing' anyway, Ross wouldn't get caught in that. After all, judging by the static, charged feeling in the air, the stranger was an electric type; a disadvantage and weakness for Chiaroscuro. "Where are your parents or trainer or whatever?"
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Realgam Tower [Hotel Area]| Late Night

Paranoia was a bitch.

Logan yawned, popping his shoulders and neck as he stretched a little, sighing once he was done. This tower had been his haven from the heat of the desert for a few days, the same tower he'd served in under Cipher's rule. It hadn't changed much; the glittering decorations were still mostly intact, the beds still clean for use.. The only thing what really differed from his many memories was that it was empty. Unfortunately, that was what fueled his paranoia: no Infected, no enemies... nothing. He was seemingly alone in this place, but in a huge area like this, he thought it highly unlikely. When people and creatures get scared, they either head up or down... and this was very, very high up. He stood and went to a window he'd been laying by, glancing down at the glimmering ocean of endless sand stretched out beneath him. What a desolate wasteland...

Frowning, he paused as he stared at his resting spot, still warm with his heat. However, he doubted that he'd get much more rest than he already had, opting to have a small walk around the tower he'd already examined. After all, his feet were itching for use, his restlessness getting the better of him. It was only when a crash nearby sounded that his fur stood on end, ears perked for more. Another crash, then another and another... What the hell was happening...? Ducking his head, trotting out, he kept to the shadows as he tracked whatever the hell was making all that noise.

It seemed he wasn't all alone in the tower after all. As if the crashing sounds weren't enough, he soon heard voices to accompany them. Or... rather, the sound of a single voice. He wasn't entirely sure if he welcomed the thought of company, but as long as it wasn't anything he couldn't handle, he wasn't too worried. The part where he'd nestled into -the hotel floor, obviously- now seemed to be littered with glass before him. Eyes flicking upward, his sharp night vision allowed him to see the broken bulbs and chandeliers, which now lay in shambles before him. So... something was just going around and popping bulbs? Odd for a night activity...

A scent wafted by his nose, followed by another, and then another. Eyes forward once more, he spotted a figure his opposite down the hall, moving toward a door and another figure. Curious, he made his way closer, eavesdropping on their conversation. Unintentionally, of course. "Hey... what do you think would happen if we tried to blow up the square thing?" the first, a Raichu by the scent, asked, earning a quirked from from Logan. So... that was teh culprit for the bulbs. The Staraptor seemed to be wary of the rat, proceeding with caution.

"Key, Kid. What are you doing?" the bird queried, seemingly keeping his distance. 'Don't blame you, buddy,' Logan mused, sitting in the hallway as he listened. "Where are your parents or trainer or whatever?" Another scent wafted by, one every living being was familiar with nowadays. Ears pricked, body tense, he wasn't completely sure that the bird's approach was the best. Still, he kept where he was, hidden in the shadows, waiting for the... opportune moment to reveal itself.


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When Jimmy had agreed to keep watch, he had expected a pleasant few hours of silence. Instead, his companion not only snored at a frankly, ridiculous volume, but also had adopted the habit of talking in his sleep. The Herdier shouldn’t have been surprised. Frankie could talk for the region, pointless chatter constantly spewing from his ever-active jaws as he proved a constant reminder of what Jimmy had lost. His tongue, his voice – his identity as a mute now highlighted in glorious detail. Left to meander in a silent existence, the canine possessed a remarkable patience with his agreement to travel with his complete opposite, the loudmouth Ninetales seemingly enamoured with his own grating drawl.

Sat obediently by the room’s slightly ajar door, Jimmy’s expression was the very definition of hate. Ears flattened against his scruffy, rather bedraggled head, the canine looked over his shoulder in disgust at his companion, dead to the world. The Ninetales was sprawled on a makeshift bed of torn, blood-splattered but mainly intact blankets salvaged from the other rooms about the building – whatever it was. The Herdier hadn’t a clue. In fact, he could hardly remember how they’d made their way to the place; Frankie’s incessant talking proving a constant distraction as well as an annoyance.
“Well, hello to you too, darlin’,” The fire-type purred in his sleep. Shuddering a little, afraid to what his dreams consisted of, Jimmy’s eyes scanned the hound. He was sprawled out on his back, legs stretched out lazily to expose a fluffy, but lightly scarred underbelly. It wasn’t the worst of his injuries. With the Ninetales’ collection of missing body parts, a few scars were to be expected – still, he was unfazed by his appearance, convinced he was god’s gift to nature. “Aww, girl, I ain’t gonna bite…” Please… Just shut up. Jimmy struggled to suppress a guttural growl, fiercely turning away from his companion’s sleep-flirting to stare bitterly into the hallway.

It took an amount of particularly loud crashes, to awaken Frankie. Jerking forward, red eyes feverishly scanning the room as the initial panic overcame his fatigued body; his view was quickly obstructed by the Herdier. What was his name again? Frankie didn’t know; Snitchy had made do for the past few months, so it wasn’t worth the trouble of enquiring for his real title. Besides, Snitchy suited him – he couldn’t argue, of course. Snorting to himself at the thought, a rather cruel joke at his companion’s inability to speak, the Ninetales soon registered the situation.
“Geez, you havin’ a party, Snitchy?” He smirked, still lying on his back as he was met with the Herdier’s narrowed, lavender eyes. He’d always hated that nickname. Chuckling at the smaller canine’s reaction, Frankie rolled over, completely unfazed by the racket echoing about the building. Jimmy was on full alert, ears erect as his curiosity drove him away from the stretching fire-type and to the door. Said fire-type, however, was left yawning, taking his time to join his stressed partner.
“Whatcha think it is? Pretty loud for an undead, but y’know, they can be pretty noisy little fuckers,” His four tails writhed restlessly behind him, a one-toed paw lifted to wrestle the sleep from his eyes. “You should’ve got me up earlier,” I tried, Jimmy snorted bitterly. It was easier said than done when you only had the capacity to produce a few grunts and growls. Frankie slept like a fucking log – a log that just didn’t know how to shut the fuck up.

“Well, I’m gonna go tell ‘em to keep it down,” Frankie announced nonchalantly, nudging the door open as Jimmy’s eye gave a disbelieving twitch. This guy was just ridiculous. “People are tryin’ to sleep, y’know?” Despite part of him wanting the mouthy canine to waltz into a bloodbath and lose his tongue in the ruckus, the Herdier’s conscience got the better of him. Fur bristling irritably, the canine trotted forward, managing a quieted grumble as he attempted and failed to stop the idiotic hound he’d found company with. Frankie was left to stroll towards the source of the small, but regular explosions, Jimmy skulking alongside him, his face contorted into a permanent scowl.

It took only a few short minutes, but the noise had near-silenced by the time the canine duo arrived. Jimmy stood a little ways behind the fire-type to use him as a living shield in the event of hostility. He sniffed the air tentatively and was surprised to find more than one scent wafting into his keen nostrils – no hints of the infection accompanying the aroma. Curious, he tilted his head to one side, looking to Frankie to realize the canine had strutted on ahead to approach a flash of red fur. Frankie! You goddamn idiot! Jimmy, panicking, crept forward, far more cautious as he rounded the corner to stare, awed at the creature the Ninetales stood beside.
“Hey!” Frankie called, oblivious to volume and the delicate situation down the hallway. His attention was locked on the odd-looking, crimson canine. “Mind keeping it down? S’a little late for all this, don’cha think? I mean any another night, I’m all up for a party – ask anyone, Frankie’s a cool guy, but uhh… yeah, I was trying to sleep, mate,” Flashing him a toothy, crooked grin, the Ninetales glanced over at Snitchy, the Herdier keeping his distance as he shook his head disapprovingly. That damn fox will be the death of me…
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Realgam Tower [Hotel Area] || Late Night (4)


This tower was perfect! Perfectly Perfect Perfection-y Perfection-ness!

Almost every room was an untouched wonderland of fun, and every item I found had so many fun uses, like this square thing, before it was for jumping, but now it is for destroying! Least….it would have been if something hadn’t stopped him mid attack, the tingling electricity quickly dissolving from the air in my surprise.

All this time I was down in that bigger play room, doing so many things, being as noisy as I could be and no one ever showed up….Yet…Now so many pokemon come in to spoil my fun….What’s up with that anyway? Maybe this specific room was for group play, and everyone figured out I was in here with Sissy and Broddy and figure they could play also. Only problem was they weren’t really up to playing….

"Hey kid. What are you doing? Where are your parents or trainer or whatever?"

Sissy was too quick for me and beat me to the punch. “Parents? Trainer? What kind of pokemon are those?” Yet no one had that answer. And as hard as I could try, I could not for the life of me think of an answer. I never even heard of those things, and all the pokemon I had met so far didn’t have that type, so maybe they were rare breeds of pokemon, ones that this strange bird knew first hand and everyone else did not. “How should I know? Maybe some dragon type or something?”

“Better question…..Why does this feather thing care?” I was gonna tell Broddy to not be mean, mean like all the other Pokémon I had met so far had been, but….he had a good point….Why did it care? For that matter, why come all the way to the fun room to look for that pokemon? Seemed to me like it just wanted to stop the fun, and only meanies wanted to stop fun time for no reason. Though it would be mean of me to jump to conclusions, so I must wait! Wait and see if this is the meanest of meanies of mean-town.

So instead we just address its other question, one was better than none, and that birdy consider itself lucky I even knew the answer to the first question. Things were just too bothersome to remember, especially things like pokemon other than me, Sissy and Broddy. Broddy took this moment to make a jab at the birdy, he really doesn’t like people other than the three of us…..but I wasn’t gonna bring that up anytime soon.

"What’s it look like? We’re playing.” as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, and even asking such a question meant that even I knew more than that bird. "So either join in, or step back.” Earning a disappointing sigh from me, and a shaking of the head from Sissy. He was troublesome, but not enough to make us want to stop playing, that day will never come, playing took precedent over everything.

So continuing where we left off before being interrupted, the air once again got all tingle with electricity, and even my fur started standing on edge. Least, the fur that wasn’t being held down by that smelly paint was. Until the energy built up and fired towards the square things, not in a normal Thunder Bolt, no, this square thingy was enough fun to deserve an Electro Ball!

((OOC: Really sorry for the lateness everyone, it was a busy weekend, almost no time to go online since friday morning -.-))
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The Staraptor narrowed his eyes at the electric-type in the room, his eyesight still nowhere near good enough to tell exactly what he was, or what he looked like. At the very least though, the creature's voice told him it was a male. "Parents? Trainer? What kind of pokemon are those?" it answered, bringing about a raised brow from Ross. Parents and trainers weren't 'kinds of pokémon'; they were... well, your parents. And your trainers. Everyone who was anyone knew that much. So what was up with this kid? Before Ross could question him, though, the electric-type added on: "How should I know? Maybe some dragon type or something?"

Did the kid just answer his own question? And say parents and trainers were dragon type pokémon? What the hell? The Staraptor would've kept on staring awkwardly, or at least stepped back and just left the room and leave the crazy guy to himself, if the bird hadn't been distracted by several things. One, a loud yell of "Hey!" that reverberated down the halls, much to Ross's surprise; second, the sudden realization that there was more than just the crazy kid and the Staraptor in the area; third, a pair of dark brown eyes in a pale-furred face that was just barely visible to the hawk, staring at him pleadingly from under the bed; and fourth, the return of massive, electrical pressure in the air.

"...We’re playing. So either join in, or step back."

With all of these suddenly coming to his attention, the Staraptor had no idea how to react. The energy in the air seemed ready to explode, nearly putting Ross's feathers on their ends. Time did seem to slow down for a moment, but it felt like Chiaroscuro's brain slowed down with it as he assessed exactly what he'd gotten himself into. Whatever the thing under the bed wanted, it looked like help but it didn't seem like Ross was going to be able to give the pale thing what they wanted. The annoying voice outside was still chattering away into the night, blissfully unaware of the intense as all hell situation. The electricity in the air quickly became thick enough that the Staraptor could practically feel the static zapping between his feathers. He could see a bright ball of light beginning to shine in the darkness, illuminating the fucking creepiest Raichu he had ever seen in his entire life, looking ready to 'have some fun'.

Hopefully, that high-quality bed would keep the poor kid under it safe. If it didn't... well, not Ross's problem.

"Step back!" yelled Chiaroscuro, making sure his voice was loud enough to reach whoever was outside and definitely louder than the stupid chatterbox with the loud, obnoxious voice. He didn't know how far they were from the room, but the chatterbox's voice sounded pretty close by. Though he wasn't absolutely sure exactly what the Raichu planned to 'play' with either, it was better to be safe than sorry, right? Because if the crazy kid was aiming his electric attack at a gas container or something equally dangerous... well, to put it in a nutshell, everyone nearby would be fucked. The Staraptor immediately jumped back from the scene -- Arceus be damned that he didn't have hands nor the time so that he could slam that hotel room door shut too!
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"Hey!"

Logan's fur immediately stood on end, all attention on the voice that not-too-subtly rang through the halls like a damned siren. His ears flattened at the sudden intensity of the noise, the sensitive organs used to complete silence before this guy completely shattered it. Golden eyes turned to spot an incomplete ninetales, who just kept jabbering on. “Mind keeping it down? S’a little late for all this, don’cha think? I mean any another night, I’m all up for a party – ask anyone, Frankie’s a cool guy, but uhh… yeah, I was trying to sleep, mate.”

"You moron!" he hissed under his breath as whatever had the bird spooked in the doorway seemed to carry on with its own business, "You wail anymore and you'll be doing more than a little 'sleeping', 'Mate'." He threw the little nickname back at the ninetales, turning back to the now very flustered bird. His fur rose more at the charge in the air, feeling a powerful electric attack building. He needed to leave.

All curiosity set aside, he began to trot back to his room, consequently bringing him closer to the ninetales and another pokemon unfortunate enough to be stuck with the loudmouth; a herdier was tucked away nearby, watching with a look of irritation and disappointment. "Do you always announce yourself on full volume for the Dead to hear or is that just when you're around strangers?" he growled as he began to trot past. Curiosity be damned, it wasn't worth this. Whatever in that room could remain a mystery; he didn't want to know.


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"You moron! You wail anymore and you'll be doing more than a little 'sleeping', 'Mate'."

Frankie had been a little taken back at the red-mutt’s reply, though from his nonchalant reaction, one wouldn’t have thought it. Wide eyes lingering on the creature as he hissed silent threats, the fire-type looked on with an expression of complete and utter cluelessness. The lights in his brain had gone out long ago. The stranger certainly sounded annoyed, though his whispering simply brought an amused snort from the fox.
“If you’re gonna ‘scold’ me, ‘least raise ya fucking voice,” The Ninetales was barely conscious that he was talking aloud, a light smirk on his lips as he spoke deliberately loudly, but not unkindly. Frankie wasn’t annoyed. Words did nothing – he’d been called every name under the sun, so what difference did this idiot’s warning make? Even when violence was turned his way, the fire-type never learnt – his body was enough evidence of that.

Watching the creature hurry past him, a frown loomed over the Ninetales’ eyes.
“Hey, I ain’t done talkin’,” He grumbled mainly to himself, although a sudden tingling sensation in the air was enough to momentarily silence him. Remaining ear pricking, alert, he peered down the hallway to catch glimpse of a rather tense situation. Although it wasn’t entirely clear to the moronic fox, the familiar prickle of electricity brought him to his senses. He risked a quick glance to Jimmy, then the disgruntled stranger. Perhaps he’d been whispering for a reason. Ah… Damn…

"Do you always announce yourself on full volume for the Dead to hear or is that just when you're around strangers?”

Nope, he does that all the damn time. Although part of Jimmy had wanted to see the strange canine take Frankie down a peg or two, he was still particularly pleased with the hound’s response. Finally! The Herdier had begun missing rationality, genuine intellect, as the creature made a display of trotting away with a sarcastic comment. A grin pulled at the scruffy canine’s lips, wholeheartedly in agreement whilst Frankie was left staring dimly down the hallway. But as it dawned on him that he was being abandoned once more, Jimmy’s lavender eyes were filled with alarm. Whipping around and scurrying over the larger canine, albeit rather cautiously in fear of provoking him further, Jimmy caught his eye. Damn, this was going to be hard. Until now, the Herdier had grown accustomed to his poor company, but with the chance to ditch the idiot, he was suddenly wishing for the ability to speak. It’d certainly make things easier. Managing an awkward, lopsided smile, Jimmy gestured to the Ninetales with a sudden jerking of his head, his eyes round with alarm at the thought of allowing this opportunity to pass. Please… Don’t leave me with him!

"Step back!"

The shouting made the scruffy normal-type jump, his attention darting over the source as instincts sent him trotting out of harm’s way. Forget the potential saviour from Frankie’s idiocy; Jimmy was getting the fuck out of here. Frankie had only narrowed dodged the bird, ducking out of the way as a Staraptor barrelled past him. He shot him a tired grin, backing up as his gaze fell to the distressed avian – the red-canine and Snitchy in his periphery.
“Somethin’ up?” The Ninetales asked innocently, triggering an exasperated groan from the Herdier who had relocated to the furthest space in the room. Frankie, however, paid no mind, smiling along in blissful ignorance.
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Things happened way too fast. First he bird brain ran off, listening to Brody and instead of playing it fled, the chances of me playing with others disappearing like that. Then, even pokemon i didn’t know ran off, as if the square thing held a hiding space where pokemon can magically appear from, this one a yellow doggy type pokemon who ran off also. Maybe I should have looked into the square thing some more before blowing it up……eh, too late now!

With the room clear with a final “Step Back!” My Electroball went flying towards the square thing, sparks flying off it like crazy and making a pretty light show before it collided with the target. And before I knew it fluffy white things and metal spirals were falling from the sky, as if the ceiling was showering me with gifts for a job well done. Even Sissy and Brody loved it, they kept trying to catch the things falling down, but sadly other than being fluffy and white, they weren’t much good for anything…so instead they just threw it at each other in a mock fight.

The spiral things though, those looked like waaaaaaaayyyyy more fun than anything else I’ve ever seen. They were shiny like the triangle things I found in the very small room, and when pressed down on, they would bounce back up! With so many of them, there must be used for something…..Too bad everyone left, I could have asked them maybe, or thrown them also like in Sissy and Brody’s play fight with the fluffy stuff, just this time with hard metal spiral. Speaking of…why did they run off?

As if reading my mind Brody quickly answered that question. “Everyone ran off cause they don’t want to play with you, well I say who needs them!” That….that made me sad….. and worse was that Brody usually tends to be right about these kinds of things too, everyone else I've met was the same even.…well….before they became completely still they were at least.

“Don’t listen to him, they’re probably playing tag or something!”

Tag?….tAg?…..taaG?

I had no clue what Sissy was talking about, repeating the word in my head didn’t help also….But I wasn’t about to let them know I didn’t know first, cause chances are that Brody was in the same boat as me.

“Hehe…. Right….. Playing Tag. Of course….”

“It’s a game dummy, it’s were everyone else runs from the guy who’s ‘it’, and that person tries to tag the others making them ‘it’. You’re it.” Drat….even Brody knew about Tag…..I could never beat them in a smart-ness contest….But that game sounded fun, so instead of picking a fight with Brody about already knowing all that, I just ran off, leaving the room with the fluffy and spiral stuff for later. Wasn’t every day that I got to play a game were Sissy and Brody were sure to win in the end!

My giggling could probably be heard everywhere in this tower, but I didn’t care, I got to play a game with others for once!

So quickly running outside to where the pokemon ran to, I saw that they brought other friends! But I didn’t know if those three were playing or not, so I stuck to playing with the Birdbrain and the Yellow one instead. And between the yellow one and the birdy, the yellow one looked more willing to play, least that one didn’t go around asking about dragons.

Now the only problem was how to ‘Tag’ her….again, nothing came to mind when thinking about it, so I figured I’d do what Sissy and Brody do to each other all the time, and give her a nice hard…PUSH!

“TAG!”

Before running off, if she was ‘it’ that meant she could ‘tag’ me back, so instead of staying there, I bolted to my secret place, the fun room were all my drawings were!


((permission given by Ciana to push...Ciana xD))
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Chiaroscuro nearly fell backwards as a sudden bullet of bright fur shot through the door, past the Staraptor, and right into some other figure in the darkness that Ross also lacked the nocturnal vision to see clearly. Was that the kid from earlier, that was hiding under the bed? Well, good for her, that she managed to escape before the psycho Raichu in the room really managed to screw her over. Soon, Ross saw a bright flash shine from the room and the sound of what sounded like an odd mixture between something hitting the wall, the snap of wood, and a miniature explosion, soon followed by the light cracks of the remnants of the victim falling and hitting the floor. Whatever the Raichu just destroyed, it sounded like a closet or perhaps the bedframe. If it was the latter, well good for the yellow dog that she got out in time.

"Somethin’ up?" The voice made Ross turn his head and stare at the bright-furred Ninetails, a stupid grin spread across his face like butter across bread. Was this guy for real? Whoever this fox was, he looked like he hadn't a single idea what the hell was going on in the world, let alone what just happened. "Oh, nothing much," Ross answered, holding a mock nonchalant tone to his voice, "Just psychos blowing up things in five-star hotel rooms. You might want'a lower your voice a bit, you know, I bet your mom back in Kanto can hear you..." With a little smirk adorning his beak, he turned away, moving away from the chatterbox fox to where the Jolteon from earlier had barreled towards. The new guy didn't matter right now; Ross preferred to stick to whoever he met first, and since the first was the Raichu, he'd just move onto the second: the Jolteon.

...Speaking of which, the particular electric-type in question was sprawled across the floor, apparently having barreled into another stranger. Looks like this hotel was much more populated than Ross expected, or at least cared to expect. With how empty, quiet, and lonely the luxurious place was, the Staraptor certainly wasn't expecting so many pokémon out on a night stroll. "You all right, kid?" he asked, standing over and staring down casually at the Jolteon and what looked like a Herdier in the darkness. He could only assume that during the Jolteon's frantic escape from the vicinity of the crazed rat, she'd ran right into the poor guy. Well, sucks for them. Again, wasn't really his problem unless it actually involved Ross himself. He couldn't question the two on the floor for much longer, though, because a certain someone appeared to have finished business in the funhouse.

Chiaroscuro could swear to almighty Arceus and Giratina that the Raichu's stare practically seared his feathers. The manic giggling didn't help any, either, and the Staraptor narrowed his eyes in distaste. He wasn't one to immediately dislike someone at their first meeting, but holy hell he sure didn't want to be around that rat. It was staring right at Ross and the Jolteon whose name he still didn't know, for the dear love of Dialga; it was unnerving as all hell. He didn't feel fear at the Raichu... just more like the creature was just the essence of 'disturbing'. What did the kid want, anyway? Chiaroscuro kind of doubted that the rat came out of the room just to... giggle at them. He's mental, Ross thought to himself, fluffing his feathers up in automatic defense.

...And what the hell just happened? The Staraptor had expected something extremely bad to happen; maybe a giant, electrical blast, or the rat to even go more psycho with his giggling; anything that was bad. No, instead, the Raichu had just ran over with a yell of "TAG!", gave a big shove to the Jolteon [completely ignoring Ross, may he add] and then run off into the darkness. Tag? Really, how old was that kid? He didn't sound old, for sure, but he didn't sound young enough that he would still play tag, or explode things like an experimenting child even with other pokémon around. The only good thing about this apparent new game of 'tag' was that the Raichu immediately fled away, running to some obscure hiding place in the dark, probably. And Ross doubted the Jolteon would actually play along to that.

"Right. Anyone up for going up after him, or would you rather have a late-night introduction party first?"
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It was all Logan could do to simply watch the events quickly unfurl before him, as everything happened in a matter of seconds. As the bird fled from the room where the demented pokemon was, a yellow bullet of fuzz shot out, slamming into the obnoxious fox's companion. While the direyena was only a few feet away from either of them, the bird seemed a little more relaxed as he berated the ninetales like Logan himself had not minutes ago. Standing behind the others, still cloaked in shadow, he was grateful for the darkness when the enigmatic threat finally emerged from its wake of destruction: a blood-coated raichu, with pichu hand puppets. While the thought was initially hilarious and odd, the strange grin and stink of death that accompanied it made him think otherwise. In a strange turn of events, however, the rat playfully pushed the terrified yellow bullet -which, as it was now still enough to see, was a jolteon- screaming, "TAG!" Tag... Really...?

The bird seemed to be on the same frame of mind as Logan, for after the raichu ran off, he muttered, "Right. Anyone up for going up after him, or would you rather have a late-night introduction party first?" Sighing and glad the hysteria was over for the moment, he stepped out himself, ready to speak his peace and leave. He just wanted to wash his paws clean of this weirdness, but doubted he'd get the chance. May as well...

"...I think I'd prefer the latter," he stated bluntly, a sigh accompanying his reply. "Though... we should probably move. While that... thing... is occupied, we could relocate, then get friendly there, unless we want the puppet show crashing the party."


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"Oh, nothing much. Just psychos blowing up things in five-star hotel rooms. You might want'a lower your voice a bit, you know, I bet your mom back in Kanto can hear you..."

Frankie simply stared at the bird a moment, eyes alight with his infamous stupidity. It truly was miraculous he’d survived so long on the streets. Of course, he’d paid the price on more than one occasion, but to the dismay of hundreds across the region, he was still alive. Eventually, he gave a chuckle, grin crawling towards his ears. Blowing up five-star hotel rooms sounded pretty fun actually.
“Don’t be stupid,” He grinned, his tone light-hearted. “My Mama’s dead,” Before he could demonstrate further his inability to comprehend sarcasm, a flash of yellow shooting past stole his attention.

Undeniably alarmed when his lavender orbs fell to a small blur of yellow rocketing towards him, Jimmy was too slow to react. Knocked clean off his paws with an odd yelp of surprise, the Herdier instinctively scrambled away from his attacker, wasting no time in returning to a more alert, battle-ready stance. Ragged fur standing on end in an almighty, matted puff; Jimmy’s wide eyes were locked on what was revealed to be a slender Jolteon looking almost as concerned as he. Unable to break the ongoing silence enveloping them, he caught the glint in her eyes and managed a weak smile in response, body relaxing at her harmlessness. Unable to forgive or console her, the awkward air was eventually obliterated by Frankie’s loud, grating laugh. Fucking kill me..
“Way to go, doll!” The Ninetales was stood aside a recently arrived bird that Jimmy knew not the species of. His guffaw only succeeded in bringing the Herdier’s most common expression back to his scruffy face. Frown prominent as ever, ears flattened against his head, the canine felt a blush come over his face as the fox continued. “T-Tha-“ Another laugh interrupted him. “That’s the most attention Snitchy’s had in years!” Thanks, Frankie…

When Frankie had finally silenced, he’d noticed a particularly tense air had taken hold of the growing group. Following the Staraptor’s gaze to what was a most disturbing example of a Raichu, the fox’s expression grew serious a moment. The creature that emerged, responsible for the earlier sounds of explosion, was a little peculiar to say the least. At least he was happy; the grin stretched across its face was enough confirmation to the slow-witted Ninetales.

“TAG!”

Frankie watched as it darted over to the yellow blur – in fact an electric Eevee – before shoving her and declaring that she was tagged. Appealing to his youthful side, the canine gave a slight chuckle as the rat excitedly scampered off, only then noticing the puppets set on its paws. Although they looked eerily realistic, the canine simply dismissed it as keen artistry. Unsurprisingly, Snitchy had scurried away at the Raichu’s approach, but now it had vanished he stood beside the Jolteon holding out a paw of assistance. Oh my… A slick smirk crawled up the gambler’s face, his eyes alight with mischief at the sight of Snitchy’s newfound chivalry. Although tempted to rip into his companion, eager to humiliate the canine in front of the pretty girl, Frankie’s attention was taken by the Staraptor and horned-hound discussing a course of action.

"...I think I'd prefer the latter ...we should probably move. While that... thing... is occupied, we could relocate, then get friendly there, unless we want the puppet show crashing the party."

Jimmy was in full agreement. The blood-splattered, psychopathic Raichu wasn’t company he was prepared to endure – even Frankie was better than that. Still, the fox was keen to exhibit his irrationality as he piped in his own remark.
“Wha’? He’s just a kid playin’ games,” The Ninetales smiled. ”Don’t tell me you guys didn’t like blowin’ shit up as a lad?” Giving a quick shrug, he looked over his shoulder in the direction said kid had disappeared before gesturing to the shaken Jolteon. “Go on, you’re ‘it’,” Frown deepening Jimmy moved forwards, working to catch the female’s eyes to give her a warning. Of course, she probably knew it was unwise to follow of the orders of an idiot missing a generous portion of his body parts, but he gave her a shake of his head regardless. She’d already been in one tense situation; she shouldn’t be pressured into getting herself wound up in another. In a way, it would be better for the lot of them to move on without Frankie – he was a magnet for danger.
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Holy shit this carpet was soft.

A almost-completely black cat was rubbing it's face and body all over the plush flooring, purring in delight. Moments ago, those feline had made the decision of 'ninja-ing' through the halls of the tower, leaping from one area to the next and cautiously padding around corners on her hind legs. Lulu herself wasn't quite sure she did what she did, but it was all worth it when she pushed open the door of a room to be greeting by a large mat of soft, fuzzy pinkness, was damn proud of it.

So busy trying to cover her whole body in the cloth, Lulu had barely missed the sound of explosions in the distance, pausing for only a moment to look up. She was unsure whether to investigate the sounds or not, fearful of what may have caused such a racket in the first place. "I guess it was stupid to assume I was alone..." she muttered, reluctantly leaving the carpet as she skipped down the much more rough flooring of the hall. The feline wasn't too thrilled at the idea of others in the area, whether living or not, but the knowledge that they might have food (maybe even Magikarp!) was tempting enough to drag her away from her rest.

Slowly stalking closer to the area, her fur pricked up at the presence of static electricity in the air. The Purrloin caught glimpses of a bright light moving before another crash sounded, the crackles of electricity making Lulu wince. Beyond these noises, however, the cat could hear voices. Voices. "...Dear Arceus these better be sane Pokemon," Turning a few corners, she could hear the words better, it was the voice of a male.

"Right. Anyone up for going up after him, or would you rather have a late-night introduction party first?" Peeping from the corner, she saw a large mass of gray feathers. "Though... we should probably move. While that... thing... is occupied, we could relocate, then get friendly there, unless we want the puppet show crashing the party." This one was also male, the voice of a large red hound with golden horns. 'Well I think cream-coloured horns are much prettier! Leaning forward even more, she could see more shapes. 'Holy shit how many are there of them?

Feeling brave for once, the Purrloin carefully stalked forward behind the Staraptor, body low to the ground and as quiet as she can be. Lulu realized that she had probably been already spotted, but was persistent in trying to get closer. Her emerald eyes were sharp, and before she knew it, she could see a light yellow bundle of fur near the Ninetales. The Pokemon looked terrifyingly similar to someone she knew from the past...

And in that moment Lulu sprung towards the Jolteon, squealing in delight. The white-striped tail, skinny body, and warm brown eyes was enough to know exactly who this electric-type was. "CIANA!" the feline mewled, bouncing up and down beside the eeveelution in glee. "I found you, I found you! Oh Arceus, I found you!" The Purrloin's immense joy was enough to make her completely forget there were other Pokemon around her other than her old friend, and was grinning like an idiot.
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The Doors were a hassle to close, but they needed to be, or else she’ll find me easily. Cause that’s the goal of the game, to not be found and tagged…..right?

Oh well, I wasn’t so sure of the details, all I knew was that I was winning! No spiky dog pokemon, or any other pokemon for that matter, was behind me, so I was in the clear. I leaned against the door, huffing and puffing from running so fast. I had forgotten how much fun it was to just run, to be laughing while doing it, and not just be finger-painting all the time. It was fun and all, but doing the same thing over and over and over and over again gets boring.

I stood there leaning against the door some more, trying my hardest to listen beyond the door, wondering when I’d hear footsteps next. It was exciting, just listening, and expecting what was going to happen. Least….it was for the first few minutes….them….i got bored again. And apparently so did Sissy and Brody. They had started doing their usually stuff, like pulling each others ears, and fidgeting a lot, just waiting for something to happen….this game was quickly turning out to be not fun…

“Least pay attention where you walk, you wasted perfectly good paint”

Took a while to figure what Sissy meant. The patch of smelly paint in the corner was left untouched, and my hands were nowhere near it. Almost flat out yelled at her for lying before I saw my foot, the bottom of it to be precise.

It no longer matched my other foot, it now was all red on the bottom like all my paint, except without smelling so bad. I tried cleaning it off by smearing it on the floor, but a minute later it just came back. It was amazing! My foot could make paint appear. Most likely a new move I had learned and was now using. And not only paint, but hard bits of shiny stuff was being made. For that was what came out next, it was practically stuck in there and was hard to get out, but I wanted it, so I got it!

I could not have been happier, I had free paint that would not run out now, and I suddenly felt like painting up a storm! At least that could take up some time until someone came and tagged me.

((sorry about the lateness, and the shortness by comparison, been feeling like crap >.<))


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"Don't be stupid; my Mama's dead."

Yeah? Well mine is, too, kid, Chiaroscuro thought, though he refrained himself from responding out loud; it was personal information of Ross's past and history, something he'd rather not go back to. Besides, it was a weakness, the more the others knew about him. The Starpator would rather remain silent than let this fox, who he was pretty sure couldn't keep a secret to save his damn life, know about his own problems. Instead, he turned his attention back to the Jolteon and Herdier at his feet, the former having scrambled off in panic and respect of space to the Herdier. Without missing a single beat, the Ninetails began roaring in laughter, forever ignorant of the concept known as 'quiet' or 'respect'. "That's the most attention Snitchy's had in years!"

Chiaroscuro couldn't help but to roll his eyes. What else could he do? He had never met such a pokémon as ignorant, as loud as this Ninetails; Ross hadn't any idea on how to deal with someone like that. Then again, there were a lot of things that Ross hadn't any idea on how to deal with, yet he was faring rather well so far. He wasn't dead yet. So maybe he would figure something out now, too. But for now, he let his ears focus on a different voice in the darkness, whose shape the Staraptor couldn't make out as well; damn his species's lack of good vision in the dark. His sense of hearing worked just fine in day or night, though, and in the quiet of the tower, Ross could hear the other voice very well. "...I think I'd prefer the latter, though... we should probably move. While that... thing... is occupied, we could relocate, then get friendly there, unless we want the puppet show crashing the party."

Was that sweet logic and sane brains Ross heard? Thank Arceus that there was at least someone else with the ability to comprehend reason, unlike two certain figures the present group had encountered so far. "Sounds good to me," the bird answered, his voice sounding slightly dry; he was just a little tired of the fox's rantings and just the general idea of the Raichu lurking around in the dark, free and unrestrained. At one point or other, they would most likely have to deal with the rat; but not now, when there were more important matters at hand. Despite the bird's automatic dislike for the fox, he did demonstrate at least a little bit of his ability to be useful. Ross turned his attention back to the Herdier, who he noticed hadn't said a single word since his arrival in the group. "So your name's Snitc -- ?"

"Wha'? He's just a kid playin' games!" Great, the fox was talking again. "Don't tell me you guys didn't like blowin' shit up as a lad?... Go on, you're 'it'!" ...Well, no. The Staraptor had never been one to go around exploding lights and random objects in hotel suites, late at night. 'Just a kid playing games'... right, that's why the rat looked so deranged and was covered with blood. Tag wasn't even played in the manner that the fox suggested; the Jolteon had no obligation to run after the Raichu, the tagger, himself. She could technically tag anyone at the scene and it would count... though Ross doubted anyone actually did want to play the morbid game. However, the bird kept his comments to himself though he let a smirk slip out at the Jolteon's response to the Ninetails. Ross liked this yellow dog's attitude; at the very least, Ross knew who else agreed with him on his opinions about the walking, breathing boombox.

"Well, fox, if you're so eager to play the game, then you can have this 'it' Jolteon tag you, and you can go chasing after the Raichu instead, hm?" The Staraptor let another small grin pass by, but it disappeared quickly to be replaced with his default, normal expression. They had to get moving, like what the pokémon in the dark had suggested. "Right... We don't have time to keep lurking around. So get up, everybody, and let's g -- ..."

"CIANA!"

Dear Arceus. They were never going to do what they really needed to do, were they?

Some small, black shadow skittered from somewhere straight to the Jolteon with a loud cry, Ross having to take a step back so the resulting... squirming mass of black and yellow wouldn't hit him. What the hell? The bird couldn't fucking see, dammit! "MY LULU KITTEN!" squealed the Jolteon, whose name Ross assumed was 'Ciana', according to 'Lulu Kitten'. If Ross had hands or paws, he would've done a facepalm by now. All the loud voices were ringing and echoing down the hall, and also inside Ross's ears. Nobody knew how to shut up, apparently. The only good thing that came out of all this noise was that he now knew what he assumed to be the names of three of the pokémon there: Snitchy the Herdier, Ciana the Jolteon, and Lulu Kitten the... whatever was squirming in Ciana's arms, now.

This was going to be a long night...
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It seemed the bird and he were the only ones with heads still firmly attached to their shoulders. Logan flinched at every loud noise or comment, sure that the cocophany would lead the deranged raichu right back to them. A soft growl began to reverberate through his chest, his frustrations building. The jolteon, while initially scared, was completely absorbed in the arrival of some weird spotted and horned cat; the ninetales -Frankie- was no use at all (Logan was beginning to sense a pattern here); and the silent dog was simply silent. He toyed with the idea of just leaving with the bird --maybe there could be a good partnership in that. Even if it went sour, at least he'd have a good meal. Poultry had always been a favorite.

"You all can sit here and wait for the freak puppet show to come back," Logan growled softly. "I'm going back to where I know there aren't lunatic rats running around. Good luck, kids. I've never been one for late night parties." He had never had patience for the younger folk, even when he had been one of them, and it was certainly wearing thin now. Ears flat against his head, he trotted a ways away, then slowed his pace to not make so much noise. Not like it would matter with the raging mosh pit right next to him, but old habits die hard.

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"Snitchy? Is that your real name? My own is Ciana. But don't tell anyone.”

The Herdier managed a weak smile at the female, pleased that she hadn’t formed some alliance with his idiotic companion in his teasing. No, it was nice to have someone on his side. But unfortunately, he was helpless to ensure such loyalty. Jimmy gave a shake of his head, unable to voice his own name whilst lacking the ability to write. It was sad really, his identity robbed with no means of re-achieving something as simple as his own name. But her name was pretty. Ciana. Jimmy managed a shy smile as he nodded his head in greeting and confirmation he’d keep her secret. I won’t tell.

"Idiot,”

Well, the pretty Jolton was not so friendly. Still, her sharp insult was helpless to eradicate the sleazy grin stretched across Frankie’s face. Even as she continued, mocking his bedraggled appearance, her words fell on deaf ears.
“You’re cute when you’re pissy,” Was his eventual response, smirking away as if butter wouldn’t melt. It seemed nothing would disturb his bubble of blissful idiocy – good, Frankie liked it that way. But soon the bird continued, having failed to provoke an impossible verbal reaction from silent ol’ Snitchy.

"Well, fox, if you're so eager to play the game, then you can have this 'it' Jolteon tag you, and you can go chasing after the Raichu instead, hm?"

Although part of the suggestion appealed to the canine’s youthful side, Frankie’s rationality wasn’t totally beyond saving. He grinned, giving a short snort of amusement, as he rose to his feet.
“Sparky wouldn’t be able to catch me,” Five remaining tails wagging behind him, almost excited at the prospect of a challenge, Frankie wasn’t about to go barrelling after the Raichu. Although he ruled the rat as nothing but an excited, if a little disturbed, kid trying to have some fun, he could admit the puppets unnerved him. In a way, it was sad the boy had resorted to finding friends in the form of his wiggling paws, but eh, Frankie was guilty of talking to himself on the odd occasion. More so recently considering Snitchy hadn’t an opinion on anything.

"CIANA!”

"MY LULU KITTEN!"

“The fuck?”

Frankie stared dumbfounded at the reunion between the Jolteon and a female cat-like creature, whilst Jimmy had jumped back in surprise. Envious of such emotion, such joy, the scruffy canine stalked away from the friends’ embrace and stood awkwardly beside the large, horned canine. Out of everyone in the group, he certainly seemed the wisest, if a little intimidating to the scruffy youth. But then again, Jimmy had a tendency to fear most of the creatures he met – ever since the removal of his tongue, he hadn’t been overly fond to form new alliances, convinced new ‘friends’ would only go and rip off his ears or something. It seemed only the idiots were the ones worth trusting – always nice and predictable.

"You all can sit here and wait for the freak puppet show to come back. I'm going back to where I know there aren't lunatic rats running around. Good luck, kids. I've never been one for late night parties.”

As the canine spoke, Jimmy shuffled out of the way in respect for the old creature to watch him trot down the hallway. The guy had a point. The Raichu was unsettling to say the least, but with the racket continuing to bounce off the walls, the Herdier feared of what might emerge alongside the electric-type. Exchanging a look with Frankie, the fox’s attention mainly on deciphering what the hell ‘Lulu Kitten’ was, Jimmy took a chance with trusting the shiny hound. Trotting after the creature, Jimmy’s footsteps were silent.

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