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.
{sometimes a family is just a man and his dogs on a boat}
Sat quietly upon a seat on the rear of the ferry, Lionel enjoys the day for what it is. It was frigid, of course, and the breeze accompanying the movement of the boat wasn't helping, but he would be hard pressed not to admit it wasn't nice. He was no stranger to chills, least of all to working in them; and besides, he had enough bulk to keep him warm in a snowstorm, so hey, he kind of liked it. To help, he'd a Houndour napping in his coat, her little head hung over the neck of his pullover, snoozing away - and she was warm as hell. Fire pokemon, man. Always came in handy.
With long legs stretched out in front of him, the man's got a tin thermos full of hot chocolate (courtesy of a box his mother sent him, urging him to keep warm in the winter,) and earbuds playing some sort of music, though if you'd ask him the genre he'd just shrug and offer you the bud, as if you'd know rather than him. Which, truthfully? You probably would.
Swiping through his phone, his only friend these days (besides his Pokemon, but you can't always have conversations with them, or learn the local news from them,) his attention occasionally shifts from it, to the water and the shorelines off in the distance. It was the first time he'd really thought to venture anywhere further than Plum, since his arrival in the region, and he was, in one way or another, excited. Even if the cold made his leg hurt a bit more than usual.
In her sleep, Missy huffs and wriggles in his coat, leading Lionel to adjust her position inside it, though his attention remains focused on his phone for the time being, especially seeing as Missy was still asleep. Which may be a blessing - she'd been napping since before he even got to the ferry. He didn't think she'd like the boat rocking too much.
331 words | -- | listen i love dogs all of my trainers deserve dogs.
{sometimes a family is just a man and his dogs on a boat}
Sitting there a while longer, rocking the young Pokemon back and forth idly to the rhythm of the boat's movement over the water, Lionel is content to browse the local news and try to acquaint himself with the topic of memes (he didn't get it, entirely, but they were pretty damn funny,) until the sound of something flopping against the ferry's deck grabs his attention. Up flick his eyes and there, dripping wet and staring - at least, as much as it has the capacity to stare - is a Starmie.
Lionel wasn't much for water Pokemon, usually; too wet, too gooey. Those ones that were slugs? Just thinking about the sounds they made when trying to glop around? Oh, god, no thanks. They could stay away from him with that. Slowly getting up to his feet, he's careful not to rouse Missy as he meanders carefully, with that slight hobble of his, over to the Starmie and... starts to just nudge it with his foot closer to the railing of the ferry.
"You should go back into the water, bud. You might get hurt, hanging around a place like this. Think you'll be better off hanging out down below."
And theeeere it goes, back into the water, and with barely a peep from the Houndour in his arms all the while. Man, he was pretty good at this. Watching the water a bit longer before he's content in that the Starmie's probably not coming back, Lionel then decides to pace about the ferry a bit, pleased that it wasn't particularly packed. But then, who in their right mind would go for a boat ride in the freezing cold?
Good question. He's not answering.
3279 words | -- | dont wanna deal w a pokemon? just yeet it
{sometimes a family is just a man and his dogs on a boat}
A short while into his walk, Missy finally opens her eyes and yawns, stretching out her paws against Lionel's chest and making him wheeze faintly, before making herself comfortable again. The Pokemon rests its chin upon his shoulder, peering over it and watching the scenery move by at the slow pace the ferry took, while Lionel occupied himself with moving toward the front of the boat, for a seat closer to the sights he was heading toward.
Half through the trip, however, Missy starts making noises. At first, he thinks she's just kind of being weird, before he seems to recognize, no she was trying to inform him there was something there. Briefly, concerned, the man turns on his heel to see... a Qwilfish. It looked pretty angry and ready for a fight, puffing up its little body and flopping closer -- but Lionel wasn't having any of it.
Not in the mood to deal with any fish today, Pokemon or otherwise, the man steps over, and just as with the Starmie, he starts to push it away with his foot carefully back toward the water. "I don't want to fight on a boat," he complains, as one of its needles pushes into his boot and pokes it his toes, "I really don't want to, pal."
With enough nudging and careful movement on his part, accompanied by restless squirming from the Houndour in his coat, the Pokemon eventually hangs over the edge of the ferry, but it's clung to his boot by his quills.
"You've gotta be kidding me..." He starts to shake his foot then, hoping to everything it doesn't take his boot with it, before it ultimately unsticks itself and lands back into the water with a PLOP.
Looking at Missy, Lionel complains, "I really don't like the water. Do you?" She shakes her head, and he plants a smooch to her little snoot. "Yeah, me either."
318 words | -- | lionel, local water pokemon unenthusiast
{sometimes a family is just a man and his dogs on a boat}
After effectively kicking two passengers directly off of a boat, Lionel enjoys the scenery around him - with Missy sniffing the salty area around them curiously. It's a quiet, enjoyable moment, with little else beyond the faint hum of the other passengers nearby as they discuss plans for the year, as they chatter with their Pokemon, and the sound of the waves lapping and rushing aside the metal hull of the boat. It's the sort of thing that makes Lionel, if only for the time being, glad he wasn't in the big city. For the most part, he vastly preferred the city to the countryside, the hustle and bustle being what he grew up with, lived in, but in these spare seconds between point A to point B, he thinks he could get used to a slow lifestyle.
Of course, he knows he wouldn't, not for long. But, sometimes, the yearning was there.
A tinny voice comes over the intercom, informing the passengers of the current ETA, and Lionel decides to go take a seat. While enjoying the sight of the ocean around him, he certainly would rather sit as it passed, especially with how the chill tended to lock his knee up. Hell, he hated that.
As he goes to sit upon a bench again, it's just before he sits that he notices several pink lumps where he was about to lower himself. Lucky he did, as they were the plump sort, that'd leave him with uncomfortable wet spots on his rear. Swiping them up, he examines them briefly, before carefully tucking them away into his back. Meanwhile, Missy seems ready to get out of his jacket, so with a quick unzip, he lets her out onto the bench beside him, with the little Houndour stretching and yawning to awaken herself fully.
"Should've napped longer. It's gonna be a while yet." Sitting down, Missy seems content to ignore him, her tiny little nub of a tail shaking her whole rear as she admires the scenery around her.
337 words | -- | listen i love dogs all of my trainers deserve dogs.
{sometimes a family is just a man and his dogs on a boat}
After a few minutes of silence, in which Lionel responds to a text from his worrisome mother (she was, what, well into her sixties now? Really, he was an adult, he could handle himself,) it's Missy that pipes up and begins making noise, growling at a sudden arrival. Wishing that she'd slept through the whole trip, or that, maybe, he'd left her in the ball, he looks up from his phone to the sight of the little Corsola skittering its way up onto the ferry's deck. The ones he was used to seeing were pink and not... so sad looking, so pale and white. Wishing he'd learned more about the Pokemon in the area before arriving, the man stands up, watching the ghostly little thing waddle about before him.
It's a curious thing, as Lionel watches; usually, he cared more for the land or even air style Pokemon, not that those in the water didn't deserve as much, but there was something about this one that he liked. While it looked sad, when it meets those pink eyes to his, it seems to put on a curious sort of smile, before spurting a bit of water towards him, as if egging him on.
Did it want to battle? Looking to Missy, her little nub tail seems to be waggling; sleepy and calm as she tended to be, it seemed she was interested, too. Looking around, and seeing as there wasn't exactly too little room, he decides... well, sure. Despite that both his Pokemon were fire-types, surely it wouldn't be too bad to battle, would it? It was good for the mind and body, anyway. He, and Missy both.
So, pointing towards the Corsola, who seemed to be readying itself, Lionel bids, "Missy, use Howl!" In a matter of moments, the Houndour lets out a howl, indeed, an apparently excited look in her eye, a glint to her. Corsola responds by hardening itself, a shimmery sort of effect crawling across its branches - one for one.
"Alright, fine. Use Ember, now!" Inhaling, Missy is quick to send a small stream of flames toward the Pokemon, which winces - and curiously, Lionel seems to notice it affects it a bit more than if it were a Water-type. Was it different, for this kind? Like how Vulpix were different between Alola, and the rest of the world? Curiously, he's about to bid her to do it again, when the Corsola shoots a steady jet of water that sprays over Missy's frame, which seems to knock her down a degree. But she's a resilient little girl, and she hops up to her feet after a second, shaking herself free of excess water, and looks to Lionel for an order.
"Ember, again!" He says, grinning at her perseverance; unlike Samson, she hadn't been born for the sole purpose of battling, of being strong - but he was proud of her. Once more the flames bombard the little Corsola, leaving it looking weary, and, hopefully prime for capture. He was curious in seeing how it worked, what sort of Pokemon it was, anyway...
So, with careful aim and a steady arm, he lobs a ball in the creature's direction.
{sometimes a family is just a man and his dogs on a boat}
Perseverance, as always, pays off. With that second ball, and that extra little bit of damage, the Pokemon eventually settles down within the confines of the Pokeball with a little click. It takes a moment for him to register he'd gotten it, and when he does, he lets out one single laugh and starts to dust off his sleeves, as if he'd somehow gotten dirty. A gesture of pride, maybe. Afterward, he kneels down and runs his hand along the length of Missy's head, letting fingertips scratch behind her ears. "You did really great, kiddo. I'll have to get you a good treat later."
The Houndour seems pleased, releasing a happy sort of noise as she butts her head against the man's palm. After giving her the praise, Lionel crosses over to the ball, quick to pick it up and wipe it free of water, where it'd briefly rolled against the floor. "Well, that was a neat one, wasn't it? I'll have to look into taking care of these guys properly."
Thinking about it, it was probably a good idea he catch more than just fire-types, huh? Well, there he goes. Catchin' em and everything.
Looking to Missy, and seeing that she wasn't feeling too well (or, looking like she wasn't feeling too well,) after the fight, he decides to return her to her ball, hopefully to wait out the rest of the ferry ride in relative ease.
238 words | -- | i really love just writing cute pokemon.
{sometimes a family is just a man and his dogs on a boat}
Perseverance, as always, pays off. With that second ball, and that extra little bit of damage, the Pokemon eventually settles down within the confines of the Pokeball with a little click. It takes a moment for him to register he'd gotten it, and when he does, he lets out one single laugh and starts to dust off his sleeves, as if he'd somehow gotten dirty. A gesture of pride, maybe. Afterward, he kneels down and runs his hand along the length of Missy's head, letting fingertips scratch behind her ears. "You did really great, kiddo. I'll have to get you a good treat later."
The Houndour seems pleased, releasing a happy sort of noise as she butts her head against the man's palm. After giving her the praise, Lionel crosses over to the ball, quick to pick it up and wipe it free of water, where it'd briefly rolled against the floor. "Well, that was a neat one, wasn't it? I'll have to look into taking care of these guys properly."
Thinking about it, it was probably a good idea he catch more than just fire-types, huh? Well, there he goes. Catchin' em and everything.
Looking to Missy, and seeing that she wasn't feeling too well (or, looking like she wasn't feeling too well,) after the fight, he decides to return her to her ball, hopefully to wait out the rest of the ferry ride in relative ease.
238 words | -- | GUYS I ACCIDENTALLY OVERWROTE MY LAST POST IM SO SORRY.
{sometimes a family is just a man and his dogs on a boat}
Some time after putting away Missy, Lionel occupies himself with leaning against the nearby railing and enjoying the ride for what it was, a ride. Sure, it was frosty as hell, and maybe his fingers felt a little numb, and he was pretty sure he'd nurse a cold once he got home, but it was, in a way, kind of worth it. He hadn't been out on a journey like this since he was a teen, getting into all kinds of shenanigans that left his heart pumping; while he had been more a hooligan than a trainer, it had an almost similar sort of rush.
It grows when suddenly, a great burst of sea foam and air rushes into the sky near him, and what appears is a great, round Wailmer. It'd been a while since he'd seen one, considering he didn't spend much time on the shore, but it's an admirable sight all the same.
While that little trainer voice of his argues he ought to catch it, Lionel recognizes the feat that'd be; even beyond having fire-type in his team (and water, now? Ghost?), he didn't think he had the capacity for caring for a whale of all things. Yeah, he thinks he'll let that one slide.
Still, it's a nice thing to watch, as it swims along the top of the water, not so different from the ferry he rode on; it looked happy, peaceful. It makes him smile, if only a bit.
{sometimes a family is just a man and his dogs on a boat}
Once the Wailmer had disappeared, meandering off into the depths of the sea, Lionel occupies himself with rubbing his hands together to warm his fingertips, though after a while, he turns away from the railing and meanders off around the ferry once more, walking along the walkway quietly. Stuffing his hands into his pockets, he stops briefly to have a chat with an elder woman sat down upon a nearby bench.
"You, young man!" She calls to him, waving her little hand to catch his attention; being called young man amuses him, but then, she was far, far older than him. Drawn over towards her, she questions, "Are you staying warm out here?"
It sounds like she's chastising him - and she likely was. Jacket aside, he wasn't exactly dressed warmly. It has him stammering briefly, a nervous laugh leaving him. "Well, ma'am, I'm pretty warm..."
"Let me have your hands," she says, extending her hands to catch his, feeling his chilly fingertips and frowning, peering at him over an old pair of spectacles, "You're so cold! What would your mother think?" Clearing his throat, he looks a bit embarrassed as she starts to unwrap a scarf from around her neck (and having another underneath???) to put it on him, as well as passing off a few apricorns. "Take these, too. They're good snacks!" ... And then she waddles off.
Wait, apricorns? Snacks? When nobody was looking, he idly gnaws on one of the blue balls, but finds it in no way tasty. Or even really edible, from the outside.
{sometimes a family is just a man and his dogs on a boat}
Upon putting the Apricorns away into his satchel, not long after that Lionel catches sight of a Shellder puttering away in the water. It always struck him as odd, watching those sort of Pokemon go about their day, what with having no limbs or fins to propell themselves.
While he didn't really have any interest in catching it, he does seem interested in watching it move along; fluttering this way and that above the surface, it's rather speedy. It stops to look at him for a moment, their gazes meeting - Lionel raises his hand in a gesture of hello, as if all Pokemon naturally understood just things, and for his trouble is rewarded with a steady stream of water that sprays him in the face.
Certainly not enough to injure him physically, it does a number on his pride, and the man huffs while the Shellder makes its way off, likely to go heckle some other poor, unsuspecting individual. Rude. At the very least, the shoreline seemed to be growing nearer, with the ferry attendant coming over the speaker to inform them of their imminent arrival. At last! No more water Pokemon.
... Until he got off the boat, anyway. Or away from the beach.
204 words | -- | l im still crying over jenesis telling me i couldve started somewhere else
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