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.
Post by Graeme Rowette on Aug 15, 2020 19:57:48 GMT
Journey Post 11/15
The little watering hole had scarcely disappeared behind them when Graeme came upon another river, this time with a tiny Drilbur snuffling about. It seemed to shy away at their approach, which was all well and good; with Fang rocking only one tusk, Graeme doubted that he would want to run the risk of running into any pokemon that might either poke fun at his expense or do anything that would cause him to lose the other one. From what he remembered of the dex entry they would indubitably grow back, but he wasn't sure how long it would be until that happened. It could be as long as a month, or as short as a few weeks? It probably wouldn't grow back fully formed, and for a time Fang would look even more lopsided with one tusk larger than the other until they reached full growth. And then what if the other one broke? Since this seemed to be a pretty common thing, at least according to the pokedex.
What strange things to think about. He was so deep in his thoughts he didn't notice Fang reaching out to the Drilbur as they passed, giving it a little wave and getting a terrified Mud-slap in the face in return. Fang reeled back, swiping at his face and eyes with a whining gurgle as the Drilbur fled into the distance. By the time Graeme managed to get over to help the little baby with getting mud out of his eyes, the pokemon was long gone.
"Geez, that was frickin' rude..." He muttered, scooping some water out of the nearby river so he could help wash Fang's eyes out. "Here... hold still, I'll pour it over you." He let the water trickle down between his fingers and over Fang's face while the pokemon scrubbed, and when it became apparent that it was just smearing it even more across Fang's cheeks and nose and eyes, Graeme unwound the scarf from around his neck without a second thought and used that instead to wipe down his pokemon's eyes. It was a little coarse, and Fang batted and swatted at him like babies do, but eventually he managed to get him all cleaned up at the expense of the cloth.
"It's fine, it's fine, we can always wash it," He reassured at the pokemon's guilt-stricken face. There were a few tense seconds where he thought Fang might burst into tears again, but it looked like that wasn't the case now, and after re-securing his eggs - while keeping an eye out for the Drilbur coming back with friends - they continued on their way. He liked to think he could see far-off buildings of Pine Town, but perhaps that was only wishful thinking. Fang walked directly at his master's heels and from time to time would look guiltily at the mud-stained scarf Graeme had rewrapped around his neck, but for the most part said nothing.
Post by Graeme Rowette on Aug 16, 2020 12:18:54 GMT
Journey Post 12/15
Gradually the path shifted to more grassy, rolling hills interspersed with the occasional plot of dirt and rocky terrain. Graeme thought he could see the mountains a little closer now and tried vainly to recall if Pine Town was located close to any sort of mountain passes. Was that the mining town? Or was it the one built on stilts? He couldn't rightly remember. He supposed he'd find out when he got there, whenever that would be.
It was late enough in the day now that there were more travelers on the routes, some of them fortunate enough to possess riding pokemon while others looked to be out and about jogging. None of them seemed overly keen on talking to him and, despite the oath he'd sworn to his dad to about being a right proper ladies' man and fostering the Rowette family name... he was too tired to really do anything aside from give a nod and a wave at any eligible young ladies that happened to be making their way through. Thankfully, there were scarcely any, and after the second girl he dropped the responsibility and instead focused on the path ahead.
Fang seemed to be traipsing along at his own pace, happy as could be. Despite the single protruding tusk jutting out of his face, he didn't seem to lose his balance all too often and didn't seem to be bothered at all by how silly he might have looked. There were still a few traces of mud caked around his eyes and nose, but it would come off well enough, surely - except that Fang suddenly tripped and went splat! into a pile of mud, his legs kicking out uselessly behind him. Graeme immediately moved to help the baby dragon, shifting aside his remaining four eggs to do so when he saw movement in the dirt and saw a pair of pincers emerge, followed by a set of eyes and plump, stubby little legs. The Grubbin emerged from its hole and unlatched the Vice Grip it had had on Axew's own flank before crawling forward. Graeme saw the pincers start working as Fang worked to push himself up out of the mud and swipe at his eyes again, just narrowly avoiding a String Shot attack from the bug-type pokemon.
"Hey!!! That's not fair!" He barked, and Fang looked around in confusion. When it caught sight of the bug-type gearing up to spit out another wad of string it panicked, hurriedly rolling itself out of the guck and grime but failing to dodge a swath of gooey, sticky webbing that stuck fast to his legs again. It wound tight, sticking fast, and the Grubbin crept forward as Fang struggled to get free. The past few battles had worn him down, that was for sure, and vainly Graeme went over the potential moves in his head again. Surely after winning one or two, Fang would have an additional move learned?
"Scratch at it, Fang, don't let it get too close!!" He called, trying to buy time. The Grubbing hastily dodged the first one, but when Graeme called out a second it lingered in its greed and took a smack right to the face. The retaliation was a well-placed Mud-Slap, which re-covered Fang's previously cleaned eyes and caused the baby pokemon to huff and swat at its face again. The Grubbin, seeing it had incapacitated the dragon all on its own, began to wrap Fang up in string while Graeme stressed over the next move to call out.
"Gust! No - Headbutt!" When it became apparent that Fang didn't know any of those moves, he tried again. "Tackle!! Uhh - Quick Attack!!" The Grubbin was getting closer. Just within headbutt range, or...
"Bite it, Fang!!" Came the call, and Axew sprang into action. Opening his maw wide, he lunged forward, chomping down squarely on the Grubbin's pincer and twisting his head to the side. The Grubbin went flying, the string shot detaching and falling harmlessly.
Once the Grubbin was gone Graeme went immediately to begin cleaning up Fang again, and with a sigh considered returning him to his ball. He'd even brought out the ball after he'd cleared away the pokemon's eyes and face, but Fang stubbornly shook his head and pushed it back, which had Graeme blinking. The eggs had shifted around again, and Fang gave them a pointed look. He wanted to be around just in case. He wanted to be around to protect his new family. But more importantly... he wanted to be around so he could assert his non-babiness over everyone else and gloat about how mature he was. He didn't actually say this, but it could probably be gleaned in the enthusiastic nodding he did as Graeme put the pokeball away.
Post by Graeme Rowette on Aug 17, 2020 23:19:30 GMT
Journey Post 13/15
Okay, now he was definitely starting to see some buildings far off in the distance. That was surely where the next town was, and he was so relieved that he actually stopped for a moment to take a breath. Fang seemed to be content just walking ahead, but when he noticed his master was no longer striding along at his side he paused, turned and skedaddled right on back with a concerned noise. He'd just started to get the hang of running with one tusk, but there were times when he still teetered, looking for a moment like he'd be knocked off balance before righting himself properly again.
Again, Graeme checked his phone in the hopes that those few moments of not messing with it meant it had managed to scrounge up enough batter to actually power on. Again, nothing. He probably should have expected as much, but it was still a little disappointing nonetheless.
The closer they got to the next town the more people began to file out. They changed in age and gender and seemingly occupation; no longer were jogging old women and young lads passing him by, but there seemed to be an abundance of hikers and physical laborers moving by, some on foot, others riding on their pokemon and ambling along the route. Maybe one of the eggs he had would hatch into something he could ride. That would be the dream.
Fang walked right up to him and rested a paw on his leg. It brought Graeme out of his thoughts and he glanced down, taking in the baby Axew's concerned expression, the bits of mud and webbing still caking his features and the single tusk jutting out of its mouth. He wondered how long it would take for him to grow another one. Hopefully not too long, and he found himself craning his head a bit as though to try and peer inside the pokemon's mouth. He couldn't see anything growing just yet, but considering it had only been.... what, an hour? Maybe more? - Without his phone it was hard to tell - since the tusk had fallen out he wasn't much surprised.
"It's all right, just... you know, just taking a breather." He reassured, reaching out to pat Fang lightly on the head. He wondered if the Town would have some kind of taxi service he could use so he could make his way back to his home and his apartment. Else maybe he'd have to call and give a notice that he was doing some travelling, scoping out the gyms and all that.
That thought in mind, he continued on his pace; if not for the appealing notion of getting to the town and charging his phone, then for the fact that he could wash Fang up when they got there. The remaining eggs in his satchelw ere shaking, now, making sounds and warming the carriers they were in. All four of them seemed to be in the same stage of hatching, and he honestly couldn't wait to see what would come out of them. At this rate they'd doubtless hatch before he even got to the next town.
Post by Graeme Rowette on Aug 18, 2020 18:59:44 GMT
Journey Post 14/15
They weren't too far off now - just about half a mile or so, he wagered - and he could see the buildings of Pine Town looming from this distance clear as day. He couldn't tell how long he'd been walking, only that it had felt like an eternity since he'd left Birch City, and he was ready to have himself a nice bath. Staying in an inn room seemed appealing, and he was mentally mapping out how much that would cost and if he'd had any fare for a cab back home to his dingy apartment. Idly he wondered if maybe he'd jumped the gun before renting out a place; as a trainer he'd doubtless be travelling, and paying a monthly rent seemed kind of moot when one considered that he would be out on the roads more often than not. It just felt like he was throwing money at something over and over, money he didn't really have...
Well, whenever his trainer career kicked off, for sure things would be a lot better. Maybe he'd get a two bedroom, have one for him and one for activities and stuff. Like... knitting. Not that knitted or crocheted or anything like that, but it'd be nice to have the freedom to have a room specifically for that if it ever came down to it.
Graeme had been so consumed in his thoughts that he didn't notice the pokemon moseying slowly across their path to feed on a delicious-looking bush of berries on the side. Fang noticed, though, and paused, looking from the pokemon to his trainer and then back again. It was a small, pig-like creature - Tepig, he remembered - that was a little off in color but otherwise looked much the same. Hrm. Was that what they called a shiny? He knew they were pretty rare and highly-sought after in some parts, and vaguely recalled people proudly showing them off to jealous onlookers in Canalave when tourist season started up.
The little pig, seemingly realizing that it was being watched, paused in its berry munching and turned to fix both Fang and Graeme with a concerned expression. Still watching them, it turned its mouth towards a nearby berry and snorted out a plume of flames from its snout, heartily roasting the nearest one and - and burning it. Oh dear. That didn't stop the Tepig from slowly inching its mouth over, plucking it off the bush with pursed lips while it kept its gaze square on the duo that had stumbled upon it.
Well, it was worth a shot.
"Fang," Graeme spoke to his pokemon, who snapped to attention. "Do you think you have enough in you for one more bout?"
Without hesitation, Fang nodded. He immediately toddled forward and the Tepig, who'd finished munching its burnt berry, turned and faced them both with his body braced for any kind of attack. The two pokemon stared at each for a long time, and when a branch shifted in the brush without warning, then they both charged at each other to attack.
"Scratch it, Fang!" Graeme called out, and the Axew moved to obey. A wide sweep of his claws raked across Tepig's hide, who after letting out a grunt of annoyance threw its weight suddenly sideways to slam the entirety of its body into Fang's in a Tackle attack. The impact knocked Fang mildly off-balance, leaving him open to another Tackle, which the Tepig took advantage of with relish. But it was close enough to hit, never straying very far and thus steering the fight towards more close-combat tactics, and Graeme took the opportunity as best he could. "Bite, don't let him go!"
Fang turned his head, chomping down on Tepig with his teeth, tusk digging only uncomfortably into the pig's flesh but not breaking it. Graeme quickly fished out a pokeball, lining it up with the Tepig in front of him before tossing it and making sure to avoid hitting Axew in the process. As the pokemon was encapsulated within, he held his breath, so caught up in the moment he didn't notice that all four of the eggs he was carrying were beginning to wiggle and shake, glowing as the pokemon within them broke free...
Victorious Spirit: You have a 10% higher catch chance after battling - Catching with Pokeball Fang - Lv4 => Lv5 Axew (1/5 energy) Deino egg - 15/15 posts Noibat egg - 15/15 posts Drampa egg - 15/15 posts Applin egg - 15/15 posts
Post by Graeme Rowette on Aug 19, 2020 0:56:15 GMT
Journey Post 15/15
Well, that didn't go as expected. Graeme had scarcely had a moment to feel disappointed at the fleeing, squealing piglet when his attention was caught by the glowing in his satchel. Er, satchels. Glancing down, he noted that all four of the eggs were starting to break open, and he quickly moved to the shade of a nearby tree, Fang hot on his heels, to welcome the new lives into the world.
The first that emerged was a blue and black colored quadruped that, upon sensing that Graeme's hand was in the vicinity, immediately chomped down on it. "Owch! Hey!" Graeme winced, yanking his hand back with a shake. The pokemon bobbed its head this way and that, and opened its mouth and let out a sound that vaguely sounded like a baby dinosaur. Or some other monstrous creature, but it was so croaky and horse with unuse that it wasn't anything scary and more like baby than anything. Fang was leaned up close, watching these proceedings with big, wide eyes - only to yelp as the Deino turned and headbutted him. Oof. That might need some work. Both pokemon fell back with identical cries, the blue and black dragon snuffling about in the dirt before right itself and starting to waddle away to explore. Hello, world. As Fang quickly sprang after her, Graeme turned his attention to the next satchel.
The second satchel had a purple, big eared pokemon blinking sleepily at the world, and as soon as it saw Graeme it.. huffed and looked away. Was it shyness? Nervousness? It was hard to tell. Perhaps she was just cranky. Still, Graeme couldn't fault the Noibat, and after he gave her a little rub on the rim of her ears - that was promptly swatted at, this one also sounding like a baby dinosaur - he let her be and moved on to the next satchel. She seemed content to be where she was, albeit a little curious, and as she looked around this way and that Deino and Fang chased each other behind her until Deino veered sharply left and slammed into the poor Noibat. The pair went tumbling, Fang coming up and holding his hands over his face in the universal gesture for "OH NO" as the two began to bite and scratch at each other.
The third satchel was... well, it was gone. Instead, there was a gigantic serpentine pokemon laying there, twisting itself into odd little shapes on the ground. When it spotted Graeme it twisted upside down and flapped its little furred arms in greeting, before untwisting and... retwisting again. Well, all right then. Its attention was brought to the duo of fighting pokemon and Axew, and as it scampered forth to join the fray - which was really just it slithering its huge body around and fluffing everyone in the vicinity - Graeme moved on to the last bag.
At first, it appeared empty. But then he heard the sounds of crisp munching and looked, and sure enough on the ground there was a tiny pair of eyes peeking at him... over the rim of an apple. Uhm. It blinked at him, and Graeme blinked back, offering a tentative smile... right before Deino came charging in and headbutted his leg.
Since they were so close to the next town, it was a simple feat to herd all of his dragons inside to terrorize the townsfolk, which is what he did; though he did have the good sense to tuck them away beforehand so they couldn't cause too much trouble.
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