Set in the original region of Arciel, Legends Rising is a route-inspired, but not strictly route-based, Pokemon roleplay. Pick a faction, pick a class, and strike out into the wild to take on the League, master Contest coordination, research the mysteries of Pokemon and Arciel, and much, much more. Will you be a classic trainer? A criminal? A farmer? Choose your destiny on Legends Rising.
Birch City lay silent in the early morning breeze. The smell of autumn was strong in the air, bringing a chilling wind along with it. The day has barely begun, but Clementine was already ready to get started. Since her farm wasn't that busy this season, she had decided to take this time and explore Arciel a bit more. It had been just over a month since moving into Cherry Town, but not once had she left the area. If she was in a new region, she'd better at least see what it has to offer her. Maybe she could even recruit help for her farm along the way as well, as it's difficult maintaining it on her own despite her years of experience.
The elderly woman was bundled up from head to toe in patched and repaired clothing. Instead of making her look homeless, she carried a hardworking humble look about her. The large mail bag slung to one side and the old canvas bag on her back really emphasized the "hard working" bit. It was a bit jarring when looking between a short, gentle old woman and the large bags and straight posture she had. She didn't seem to have even a sliver of a life of luxury in her.
In this old fashioned mind of hers, there was no better way to learn a city then to work for it. And that's exactly why a bag of mail was on her shoulder. She had convinced the receptionist to allow her to work "despite her old age," so she could learn the town a bit better. But despite Granny's attempts, the receptionist demanded that she had to work with someone. While she didn't care how they got someone to agree to help her, she was hoping that they didn't advertise needing a chaperone for a stubborn old woman.
The most she could do was hope, though. She stood on the street corner of the predetermined meeting spot and waitied for her mysterious coworker to appear. Hopefully they'd be able to pull their own weight so she didn't have to do their job as well. Goodness knows how spoiled the youth are these days.
The mail people knew Gabe well enough. As a semi-frequent traveler and someone known for taking odd jobs, he was always sort of quick to pick up on their extra work. They paid well enough (and some mail rewards were good enough) that he didn’t see it as a complete waste of time. Still, he was a little surprised and confused by a particular request that came along with the regular mail delivery pattern: keep after an elderly woman who was also doing mail rounds. Apparently, they were concerned with her being by herself and were willing to pay him a little bit more to assist. This was… a bit unfortunate given it would make going through the mail harder, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t also interested in what kind of elderly person would take it upon themselves to deliver mail.
Sure enough, Gabe was coming up the path of their predetermine spot now. A red hoodie draped down his form with a grey wool jacket over it. Dark jeans that had seen better days stretched down to a blue pair of boots whose grip on the ground was much more intentional than other shoes. His hair had been left down, long, flowing with curls, and traipsing down his back. On one shoulder was the seam of the mail bag he was carrying across his body. On the other shoulder rested a bored looking Charmander whose tail was currently being used as a mock space heater. She wore a soft red scarf around her neck and a slim grey chain around her tail. She was the one to perk up on seeing someone and letting out a soft noise.
Gabe’s gaze had been down, the lower half of his face concealed by an equally red scarf. As he looked up, his face became more visible, and the half smile there more prominent. “Well good morning,” he said, a note of vague weariness in the latter half of his voice.
Oh no, this lad didn't look like your typical mail delivery worker. Not dressed warm enough was one thing to worry about, but Clementine decided to focus more on his shoulder buddy instead. Cute thing. What was it called again? Char something.
Maybe he wasn't as bad as he looks, since he knew how to greet people. Or maybe she was being too harsh, since the receptionist wasn't that welcoming towards her. "Good morning," She said gently with a warm smile, "Are you the one who's supposed to help me deliver mail? I'm Clementine Lynn, Mrs. Lynn or Granny works fine though. I can pull my weight around just fine now, I'll have you know. That d-mn receptionist was just worrying too much."
Once she felt happy with her introduction, she pulled out a spare set of mittens from her pocket. "Do you need these? It's awfully cold out. I don't think your Charlander can keep you warm easily without burning the mail." Her attention had shifted to making sure the stranger was warm enough that she had forgotten to ask for his name, and also didn't realize she had the Charmander's name wrong.
While this lad didn't look like he'd be up to any good, since most nice looking youths aren't, she wanted to approach him without any judgement. It was too early to be rude, at least in her mind. And maybe, just maybe, if she was nice enough then he wouldn't slow her down on this job.
Gabe’s lips quirked a little as the woman responded. “I am,” he answered with a brief nod. As she went on to introduce herself, he mentally folded her name in the back of his mind for later. Mrs. Lynn it was then. “Gabe Alim, Gabe is just fine…. This is Lizbeth, Liz for short,” he smiled making a small head gesture to his Charmander. The latter gave a small clawed wave. After that…? A chuckle escaped from Gabe. Oh dear how feisty… “Well if it makes you feel any better, I have an entire bag of my own that’ll hold all my worries,” he answered back smoothly enough.
As the gloves were produced, Gabe frowned a little. “Ah, I’m alright,” he answered. Liz immediately balked at being the cause for burning mail and set about vocalizing her indignation for such a transgression. She was not a spring Charmander. She knew how to control her fire and where to put her tail thank you very much. Gabe couldn’t help but snicker at this, though. God she’d already gone and insulted Liz. What next hahahahah. “Lizbeth easy….” he mused knowing it would do nothing to soothe her anyways. She didn’t want to be seen as any sort of liability, and she was definitely not one right then.
Clementine was quietly hoping for him to call her Granny, but she understood it could be weird for a stranger to call someone that. Mrs. Lynn worked too, and at least he knew his mannors. Maybe she was in the wrong for thinking so lowly of him, he was out at the crack of dawn to help her deliver mail, after all.
What a strange name for a Charmander, but it was cute and fit the thing well enough. "Well, it's nice to meet you, Gabe. Lizbeth is such a cute name, too." She said politely, still feeling awkward around pokemon. Her lack of experience with them outside of the farm really hasn't helped her in this region so far.
Liz didn't seem to take Clementine's comment about burning mail well. "Oh dear, I don't think she like that. I'm sorry, I'm still new with Pokemon. My family always took care of them, so I never bothered to learn much until recently." She explained in a semi-rushed tone, "Things were simpler on the farm, you see."
Not wanting to stay on the topic for much longer, she quickly changed pace. "Should we get started with the mail? I don't think it'll deliver itself."
A wicked sort of grin pulled across Gabe’s features as Ms. Lynn mentioned Lizbeth’s name. The Charmander might have rolled her eyes had she not been pressed on other matters. As the woman spoke at her, the Charmander folded her arms in font of herself and frowned. Gabe’s and absently reached back to gently stroke the Fire Pokemon. “Lizbeth is my partner,” he answered. “She’s been with me for a pretty good time now.” He flashed a grin. “Don’t worry, I’m sure she won’t burn anything.” Liz sort of deflated after and sighed dramatically.
At the change in subject, Gabe nodded. “Hm, yes, let’s see…” he shifted pulling a few of the envelopes from the bag. They had been in order before, but with the bag moving around from him walking, they were somewhat mixed up now. “This is…Woodway street?” He checked up at the sign and then down at the letters again. He had thought he saw one just now… “Ah here we go..”
"She's a fire type, right?" Clementine asked, looking between Gabe and Liz curiously, "Do they all have good control of their fires, or did she have to learn?" While it can't be said for the personal pokemon her family owned, the farm never had a reason to keep a fire type around, so her experience with them was very limited. "Honestly, she's the first fire type I've really seen up close. She's impressive."
Hopefully Gabe didn't mind all her questions, but Granny was determined to learn more. And since this lad was with her, she'd have to get as much help from him as she could kindly receive.
Letting the workday start, she started to shift through her mail bag just as Gabe had started. "Yeah, this is the corner of Woodway and Acorn Hills."
Squinting at the writing on the envelope, she finally pulled out one for Woodway, muttering a small complaint about the small writing as she did so.
There seems to be some sort of strange air about this street, and as you begin down it you see why- a huge drowzee seems to be terrorizing one of the houses- the one it seems their first letter is supposed to go to! For now he doesn't seem to see you, but one wrong move and something bad could happen.
“Yep,” Gabe grinned at Ms. Lynn’s question. At the question, though, he flashed a grin sideways at Lizbeth who rolled her eyes in response. “I can’t speak for every Fire type, but Liz had to learn…” he teased softly. The Charmander huffed back at him. At least one of those incidences had not been her fault! At being called impressive, though, Liz immediately perked up and smile. Heck yes, she was impressive! Beautiful and strong! Gabe snickered softly in response.
Some part of Gabe was a little disappointed that someone so old had never experienced the manic joys of having a Fire type around, but just as well he knew some people preferred it that way, hmph. He’d never understand the latter.
Yellow eyes raised to the street corner, and a small hum escaped from him. “I have a few down this way then,” he answered. Staring down at the various pieces of mail, Gabe recognized a couple of bills, a post card, and a few letters, nothing that really stood out as remarkable, unfortunately. His gaze flickered sideways to Ms. Lynn briefly before moving fo—
The weird pressure in his head had Gabe stopping short and backing up right out of range of the Drowzee. Lizbeth growled low against him. “Oh… my….” Gabe murmured feeling his lips curl just a little. “What’d they do to warrant that…” His hand shifted to Liz, and her tail flicked a little irritably. "Would you distract it for a bit, Liz?" The Charmander made a face but hopped forward. "Just a smoke screen while we get through should suffice."
Liz was so full of personality that she reminded Clementine of her team. She couldn't help but to smile at the charmander's pride, "Maybe I should get me a fire type too one day." She said, hoping that Liz would take it as a compliment.
Looking at the mail she was given to deliver, she agreed with Gabe, "I do too, I wonder if-" her words were cut off by the strange sight in front of her. "Dear me, what is that?" She asked Gabe, her face pale from the mysterious pokemon at what appeared to be near where some of the mail was due.
"Smokescreen? What's that? Should I get a pokemon out too?" She looked at Gabe for leadership, sorely missing the peaceful life of the farm during a moment like this. Her hands had already taken out Edwin's pokeball for comfort, not enjoying all the unknowns in this situation.
The Smokescreen will be enough to help you all make your way past the Drowzee. You are able to get the letter delivered to the mailbox. Let's just hope the Drowzee doesn't notice any of you as you leave!
What was that? “Drowzee,” Gabe answered without really thinking about it. He knew at least a few grifters and less than great people used it for unsavory means, and while he didn’t see a trainer around that moment, he didn’t discount the idea that it belonged to someone like that. His orders to Lizbeth were direct enough.
The Charmander fluidly moved, closing the distance between herself and the Drowzee as much as possible before breathing out a stream of dark air. The Drowzee whipped around but was already blinded, left looking around confusedly right then. From where he was, Gabe could see the shadow of its confused form. Good enough.
“We should be good now,” was all Gabe would say to Mrs. Lynn before starting up the path to the door. Fishing out the mail that he’d noted belonged there, he fluidly opened the mailbox and set it inside. He’d wait a moment in case Mrs. Lynn also had mail for here before closing the box and starting away. “Liz!” he called. The Charmander came hopping back and fluidly jumped into his open arms content.
Drowzee? Those things looked atrocious, and Clementine made a note to never cross paths with one again. If they can get that big and bold, not to mention whatever in the world it was doing, this old lady wanted no business with it.
Gabe seemed calm enough, so Clementine took it as knowing what was going on. If he wasn't worried, maybe she shouldn't be either. Either way, she'll stick close to the young man to be on the safe side.
And thankful she was, as a thick dark fog escaped from Liz and quickly blocked their line of sight. Granny mumbled incoherently about the mysteries of pokemon, and eagerly followed Gabe's orders. He clearly knew what was going on, so she trusted him to do so safely.
As they made their way up to the door, she fumbled for the letters she had saw earlier. Thankfully for her, they were right on the top of the pile. She slipped the mail in right after Gabe's letter, thankful that they had mail that shared an address.
While he moved quickly, she felt like she was keeping up well enough. Not only did she want to get far away from that drowzee, but she also knew they had to deliver more mail. "Are we safe yet?" Clementine asked Gabe cautiously, her face still pale from all the uncertainty that just took place.
Are you safe yet? A fun thought, however as you two begin heading away the smokescreen clears, and the Drowzee notices you both finally- and he isn't happy. A loud, agitated noise leaves his mouth as he begins toddling full speed towards you both, a Hypnosis on the tip of his tongue!
Gabe had been about to say yes, he was pretty sure they were safe now. This note was cut comedically short by Liz’s sudden hiss-cry over his shoulder, and he forced himself to turn and look back.
“I guess not,” Gabe answered seeing the angry Drowzee now high tailing it towards them. Well, he had tried not to immediately engage in battle, and now look where they were at. A soft sigh escaped from him. “Liz,” he stated. The Charmander took in a breath, opened her maw, and spewed forth flames this time aiming to force the Drowzee to back off.
The startled Pokemon seemed to take a number of steps back. Since when did a Charmander have flames like that? Didn’t they just have teeny tiny embers or?? Uh… The Drowzee stared at Liz and then looked up at Gabe. Gabe squinted. The Drowzee looked at the older woman instead and immediately started muttering a Hypnosis towards her instead. “Hey!” Gabe snapped.
Perhaps asking if they were safe was done a bit too early, as Liz alerted Gabe and Granny to the now angry Drowzee that was focused on them. Some very unwholesome words escaped as she was startled by Liz's flames, to which she covered her mouth in shock. It's been years since she's said such profane words, she didn't know she had the skill to be creative with them as well still.
As the Drowzee's attention was shifted to the elderly woman, she didn't realize as she fumbled to release Edwin from his ball.
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It seemed to be just in time, too, as Clementine felt overcome by exhaustion. The Drowzee's Hypnosis had worked. Edwin's pokeball fell from her grasp and released the suddenly concerned Tauros from his ball just as she fell on the ground asleep.
Several shocked grunts escaped Edwin as he quickly, and roughly, shoved his beloved elderly owner on his back. Once she was just barely on, he looked over at the other human -- Gabe -- with a look of pure confusion on his face. The tauros looked like a sad, confused puppy, unsure what to do and concerned for his owner, who was slowly slipping off his back with out him realizing.
Success! The Drowzee flees from the flames, but not before putting Granny to sleep and sending the mail scattering all over the ground as she falls off the Tauros. Oh dear, hopefully they don't blow away!
Oh fucking hell— Gabe scrambled trying to catch the elderly woman before she hit the ground. He only kind of half-caught as his hands scrambled to catch her head but not the rest of her. Grimacing, he quickly laid her on the ground before looking over to Liz who had already retaliated with a Flamethrower again. The Drowzee scrambled away hissing softly, though, leaving the area roughly safe for now. “Arceus fuck,” Gabe growled.
Looking sideways to the Tauros as it moved to pick up the elderly woman, Gabe backed up a few steps to just… let him do that. The last thing he wanted was to be impaled by those horns or something. A soft sigh escaped from him after that, though, as he mailbag had also spilled and left papers everywhere. “Liz, can you keep an eye on … those two?” he made a gesture to the Tauros and the woman before bending down to pick up mail. The Charmander was quick to nod and climb up the Tauros and situate the woman a bit more comfortably than before.
Well, weirdly enough, this gave Gabe some time to go through the mail and see if there was anything worth stealing after all. Hm.
Clementine dreamt while in a hypnosis forced slumber. Long grass swayed in a gentle breeze as the sounds of joyous children filled the afternoon air. she sat beside her husband, making small talk between planning for their farm. The two held each other close as their young children played in the grass just in front of them.
Edwin grunted a quite thanks to Liz for helping get his elderly owner situated a bit better. Being careful of the two on his back, he carefully picked up Clementine's bag by the handle while the other human picked up the male. He sure seemed to be taking his time, but Edwin just thought of him as being careful. The tauros's top priority was making sure to keep Granny on his back and her stuff close to him, as he was sure the stubborn woman would be awake in no time.
Unfortunately for Edwin, balancing a pokemon, a lady and a bag int heir mouth seems to be no easy task, and as they're walking the Taurus stumbles into something and promptly trips, sending the duo and the bag clambering to the ground once more. Gabe can't seem to find much stealworthy in the pile he's going through, just love letters, fan mail and vacation letters.
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