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.
How long had it been since Gabe had been so far north as Cork Town? He couldn’t remember the last time. His business was usually in the southern portions west and east, but due to some unexpected necessities, he found himself traveling that direction.
At least it was warm enough to do so now with spring touching into summer. Gabe could get away with jeans and a light jacket and preferred that temperature to just about anything else. Roselle the Venusaur did as well and opted to be in such good spirits that she’d even let Gabe sit on her back as she trekked north through the fertile orchard-like landscape. Despite the tension caused by the recent news, for a moment, it felt as if none of that mattered. It was nice.
Above them, Crowley the Murkrow circled about just keeping a general eye out for anything and everything that might come as a surprise.
Tag: Gumshoos is a Mod Controlled Pokemon. Unless you are only engaging in battle, you must Mod Call to have her react to any events. She cannot be captured.
Gumshoos is lumbering through the trees minding her own business. She doesn't appear to have noticed you yet.
The panicked and frightened cry of Crowley was enough to startle Gabe out of his nice and comfy headspace. Sitting straight up, Gabe looked around searching for his more accurate thoughts. Roselle stopped walking entirely as well and gave a small cry of question.
The Mukrow came down like lightning descending and landing right on Gabe’s lap before shoving his beak and face hard into Gabe’s side and shoulder. “Uhmphgh!” Gabe winced at the sharp feeling that wasn’t enough to cut entirely but pretty damn close. “Calm down!” was the order that escaped from Gabe laced with just enough psychic power to push the bird into a weird soothed state. As the Murkrow eased a bit, Gabe did as well, his arms awkwardly shifting to hug and pat him. “What’s wrong?” he exhaled dramatically.
<There’s a huge as hell Gumshoos up ahead… she’s massive… like… like…. hugenormous…> Realistically, Crowlie’s actual words were more along the lines of ‘Huge. Huge. Big. Gumshoos. Huge. Giant. Help!’ but Gabe took some liberties in his understanding. All the same, though, it earned a look of confusion. Gumshoos were… not something a bird Pokemon should have been afraid of… even the huge ones. They were what, four foot? Five maybe? Shorter than him. Crowlie saw Lizbeth on a daily basis and was unafraid so what—
A soft cry escaped from Roselle, a tone that Gabe had never heard before. Looking upwards, Gabe’s own eyes grew large, and his lips parted. That was… that was definitely a Gumshoos. “What…. Is she doing outside of…. Sequoia….” The memory of his own trip into the forest came and went. The shadows of the creatures who didn’t allow him to get too close despite his curiosity came back to him again. Here one of those behemoths was just out in the open…. Wh-… why.
Gumshoos reaches up with a paw and sticks a finger through her fur, as if clearing some earwax out of her ear. She's heard something, oh yes. It takes her a moment to turn around, but she sees something. A human and a tiny bird sticking out of a flower. How curious.
Slowly turning herself around, her tail knocking over a small fruit tree in the process (hope that orchard is insured), she plods over toward your position. Intending to get a better look, she leans the top half of her body over and peers closely at you.
You can see a full grin of sharp teeth. They are hugenormous.
Gabe was gawking. He should have been alarmed, either ordering an attack or having Roselle retreat, but he wasn’t. He was gawking at the sheer sight of this giant Gumshoos out in broad daylight. As she turned around to see him, Gabe could only stare up in distorted frozen reverence. He felt… so small. ‘She’s huge…’He wouldn’t even fully realize he was projecting his own telepathic thoughts right then. That was the awe he was in.
Roselle backed up just a bit as the Gumshoos came forward carting Gabe and Crowlie with her. Of the three of them, she was both the most capable and most conscious of the situation. Her vines raised up from her flower, ready to defend if necessary but unwilling to attack just yet. If she made one wrong move, this thing could wreck all three of them. And Lizbeth would kill her for letting Gabe get hurt.
As the Gumshoos leaned down, Gabe’s eyes followed her, and he was aware of those teeth as much as Roselle was. Crowlie, the coward, wouldn’t leave the self-inserted pocket he’d made against Gabe to look back and see just what was happening. He didn’t want to know.
Something about this pose, though, snapped Gabe from some of his trace. Closing his eyes, he gave his head a shake and then looked forward again. Despite himself, he felt a weird quirk at the corners of his mouth. “Out for a stroll today, Gumshoos?” he called as brightly and earnestly as he would. It was fake as hell, but he wasn’t about to change that. “Fancy meeting you here!” Was he really about to play this off as if nothing was wrong? Apparently so.
Gumshoos ignores the vines as she leans over to take a sniff of Roselle's flower. And...
...she likes the scent! She lets out a contented sigh. You are close enough to smell whatever it was she last ate, on her breath. She takes her cues from your voice and gives you a big toothy grin, once again, then stands upright and stomps back over to the tree she knocked down.
She lifts up part of the tree, wraps her mouth around a berry, and in one swift yank pops it free of the branch, in the manner of a shish kebab. She repeats the process with the next berry, rotating the tree like a corn on the cob as she goes.
Unexpected color drew onto Roselle’s features as she found herself being… sniffed? By the Gumshoos? The content sigh earned a small breath of reprieve but still leaves behind some confusion. At least until the scent of berry becomes overwhelming. In that moment, Gabe and Roselle came to the same strange conclusion: she was… perhaps just out for a stroll? Beyond the wood-line and happened upon some human berry groves? The way in which she handled the tree (as frightening as it was to see her just pick it up and chomp down on it like that) argued as much.
No one is going to believe me when I say I saw this… Gabe realized almost too late. Suddenly he was patting himself down and grabbing his phone to raise it up and snap a picture of her. Wild… It was in that strange moment that Gabe realized he wasn’t sure what he wanted to do. The awe had slowly faded, and now he was just left with a strange uncertain feeling. Was it alright just to head onwards? Should he try and capture her? Absolutely not. The thought hit Gabe so intensely that he found himself looking down at Roselle half expecting it to have been her thoughts. But no, it was his own…. There was too much… reverence for such a beast for him to want to capture her outright… at least right then.
“Rose…. Let’s… get out of here before we get blamed for Godzilla over there…” Gabe slowly chuckled looking back down at the Veunusaur. The latter looked up at Gabe and was vaguely thankful he wasn’t about to try anything stupid. Slowly and carefully, she started moving hoping not to get stepped on. Even as they did so, Gabe shifted around looking at the truly massive Pokemon with something akin to that wonder again. That was... cool.
The sounds of hooves upon the soft ground was one Gabe was very familiar with. Looking up from his phone and back towards the way he had come, Gabe found a young woman on a Gogoat quickly closing the distance. “Excuse me! Excuse me!” she snapped out twice even as she slowed her Gogoat to walk alongside Roselle.
Gabe shifted a little and found Crowlie still poking into his side. Wincing, he shifted the Murkrow around and sat up and forward. “Ah, can I help y—?”
“Do you know what happened to my orchard??" the woman snapped causing the last few words to die in Gabe’s throat. His eyes flicked up and around half expecting the Gumshoos to still be there. “Hello? I’m down here,” the woman snapped again.
Gabe looked down at her and felt a strange mix of amusement and irritation. “Sorry, I was looking for the absolutely massive Gumshoos that was wandering around here just a bit ago,” he answered trying hard not to smile out of habit.
The woman set a hand on her hip, tilted her head, and raised her eyebrow. Did she look like the type of person to take that kind of lame excuse? When he was the one riding a clearly large Pokemon here. “Excuse me?” she asked again. Gabe felt his lips press together into a harder smile. Ah, great.
“I watched it lift a tree right up and pluck berries off of it like a kabob,” Gabe went on with a smile. Ever still, he was aware of the woman’s irritation. What kind of joke was this, and why was he yanking her chain? These were the thoughts that resounded loudly from her mind, as loudly as her voice carried, in fact. “I’m not sure where it went… I didn’t want to get steam rolled by it, so I just took a picture and went on…” The woman hesitated looking at him a little uncertainly now. “Do you want to see?” Gabe reached for his pocket and pulled out his phone before flipping to the last picture.
The woman hesitated before leaning forward to look at the screen. Squinting in the sunlight, she saw the massive creature there. For a few seconds, she looked stunned, her eyes wide, her lips closed. She looked back towards the way she’d come and then forward again. “Lord Arceus…” she breathed. “What in the world…” She shifted a bit uncomfortably on her Gogoat and then looked forward again. “You’re…. not pulling my leg, are you?”
Gabe allowed his features to fall and shook his head. “Unfortunately not, miss,” he answered. “Sorry about your orchard, though….” The woman gave him such a pained look that for a few seconds, Gabe felt the strangest pang of guilt.
“How am I ever gonna get this fixed…” she breathed. “That poor tree…” Ah damn it. This wasn’t his fault and wasn’t his problem, but Gabe felt a vague genuine badness for this woman. Ugh, he hated being soft.
“Rose, do you want to help out?” Gabe asked looking down at her. The Venusaur did not, but the look in Gabe’s eyes was different than she had ever seen before. A sigh escaped from her. Fine, she wouldn’t mind for a little bit. “Let’s see what we can do…” Gabe perked up back again and flashed a smile. The woman hesitated before smiling back.
It… turned into more than a couple of hours of manual labor to fix everything, and fix was a generous term. The damage to the tree was extensive. It had been ripped up from the ground awkwardly and stripped of some of its most necessary rooting. After some talk, they decided it was best to just repurpose it and replant. Unfortunate, but the ground was still fertile.
Grasping an axe, Gabe chopped the wood himself. He was aware that Liz could have slashed it to pieces, or Ruby could have stripped it with her teeth, but he could do this himself if he tried. Meanwhile, Roselle tended to the ground, pulling dead roots and rerooting living ones where she could with her vines. Crowlie rested atop and watched without a word still feeling on edge from everything that had happened.
Once the tree was chopped into even blocks, Gabe carried them to a space next to a shed and stacked them. His hands ached a little. He was pretty sure he had a few splinters now that he’d have to take care of later, but for a strange fleeting moment, he felt the vague semblance of pride.
“Thank you… so much for the help… sorry for the previous allegations,” the woman smiled a little sheepishly now. Gabe smirked a little back.
“You can pay me back if you want,” he started to tease— only to find that she was willing to take him up on that offer.
Youngster Kimi would like to battle! She's got an Ultra Ball in hand with that Gumshoos' name on it. But the only things she finds are you and McKenna.