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 Faolan Byrne on Sept 28, 2020 12:52:28 GMT
Journey Post 01/15
It had been some time since she'd left the confines of the hostel she stayed in and, consequently the city proper. It was partially due to a lack in motivation for much of anything, and partly... well. The former police officer she'd been getting close with, the bear of a man Lionel Scott had stopped responding to her calls and her texts. She knew of no other way to reach him aside from the city he resided in, but even then that seemed like a stretch. Perhaps he had been like everyone else after all.
Fembra and Reddy had seemed to notice the shift in mood, albeit Faolan didn't say anything outwardly, and they'd remained at her side constantly. Fembra, though still small, still acted like a bit of a worried hen and Reddy stopped putting things in his mouth as much as before. Whether this was because he was finally growing out of that childlike mindset or else because he'd caught on to his master's sour mood remained to be seen, but as they strode off the beaten path of Route 7 and into the dense clumping of trees beyond into the Weeping Forest, he stayed close by and only occasionally looked this way and that. He was large enough that he was still roughly about the size of a child, but also small enough that he didn't yet dwarf Faolan with his sheer presence alone. Not that she'd allow herself to be dwarfed; Lionel's disappearance seemed to have re-hardened her resolve on the goal she'd come to Arciel with, and she doubled down on both her studies of battle tactics and observation of various pokemon battles, both on the road and on film.
The rest of her pokemon remained within their pokeballs, and she had two eggs in satchels on either side of her hip. She'd not dressed overly fancy; she had very few clothes, and most of them tended to lean more towards comfortable and versatile, well-suited garments for exploration and traversing the wilds of this land.
It felt like as soon as they entered the forest the sound seemed to change; she couldn't hear the wind whistling from outside, or the sounds of pokemon flitting about overhead. No, as soon as she stepped within the shade of the towering trees clustered closely around the path winding through the Weeping Forest, the only sounds she was aware of were some far off rustling, the snapping of twigs and the muffled cries of pokemon as they went about their daily lives. Fembra, like usual, kept herself in front of her master and let out a huff of fire that illuminated the area in a glaring orange glow before dissipating entirely. Reddy, already wary at the prospect of their new surroundings, pressed in close to Faolan's side. Despite being larger than before, there were still some things much, much bigger than him.
"There's no need to fear." Faolan spoke softly, looking from Fembra to Reddy, her gaze lingering on him as her hand lifted to pat the crown of his head in a gesture of affection. It was rare from her, even moreso these days, and Reddy took a moment to enjoy it before peering up at her with a curious expression. He was somewhat reassured, though, and gently unlatched himself from around her leg to move forward, taking up position in front of his master, as well, as they trio continued into the darkness of the forest.
Post by Faolan Byrne on Sept 28, 2020 23:41:07 GMT
Journey Post 02/15
The Weeping Forest, for all the negativity surrounding its name - "Weeping" sort of gave off a melancholy, depressive vibe, didn't it? - was relatively peaceful. So peaceful and so tranquil that she could hear the shifting and scratching of the eggs tucked into her sides, the telltale grumbling and wriggling of pokemon about to enter this new world. She was a little eager to see what she would hatch, despite that she probably didn't need any additional pokemon at present; it was a good distraction, and amassing a collection of pokemon that could be called upon with shifting situations was something that made her feel a bit more at ease. Not to say she wouldn't try her best to give Fembra and Reddy as much advantage as she could, both offensively and defensively; but there were some battles she knew even they couldn't hold their own against, especially with their lack of experience.
The path was winding, taking her through various clumps of trees and bringing her close to bushes laden with berries of all sorts of shapes and colors. More than once she'd had to stay Reddy's hand, the excitable bird running ahead at every moment to gorge himself on the feast laid out before him. If left to his own devices he would doubtless sit there all day eating and looking around, and while it was a headache that would best be remedied by returning him to his pokeball she didn't want him to stay cooped up forever. The Combusken had so much energy to burn off that taking him for a walk was the most easiest and perhaps efficient way to get him to simmer down.
Fembra remained steadfastly ahead, and though she didn't put much distance between her and her master she did keep her eyes trained on everything she could see, both near and far. It was her that discovered the clumps of oddly colored dirt, which she retrieved dutifully to give to her master. Although Faolan had no inkling of what to do with it, she was not one to look a gift horse in the mouth - especially when she wagered it was the sort of material that could be made into other things, things that she wouldn't have to spend money on purchasing - and tucked it carefully away into her bag, nestled in a special container Reddy kept his odds and ends in beneath one of her trembling eggs.
After giving the protruding horn on Fembra's head a pat, the trio continued on, deeper into the forest.
You come across a strange sight. It's a Hawlucha and... is that a steel chair? It appears to be practicing some kind of performance routine with the chair and the throwing thereof.
A wild Hawlucha has appeared!
What will you do?
Hawlucha Lv20
5 Energy
Average
Hasty
Limber
MOVES
Roost, Aerial Ace, Encore, Feather Dance
NOTES
Tag: Hawlucha is a Mod Controlled Pokemon. Unless you are only engaging in battle, you must Mod Call to have her react to any events.
It wasn't too long traversing through the forest that Faolan heard an odd... clanging? Coming from the thicket up ahead. She paused, Reddy darting forward before Fembra made a sound of distress to pull him back, and tilted her head this way and that as though to determine what it was from sound alone. While her pokemon were raring to go, she didn't want to throw them into any sort of battles unprepared. With Fembra's tail burning as a beacon to her weakness, it would have been a foolish, rookie move.
The trio advanced, gradually coming around a tall clumping of bushes and a few trees to peer into the clearing where the crashing sound was coming from. It was there that she actually saw... an odd sight. The pokemon she recognized well enough as a Hawlucha, and with no evolution from its base form it was rather lacking in some departments. But it was also a hybrid fighting/flying type, one of which she was fairly certain she didn't have on her team or in her team just yet. To catch it would be ideal, but... what was it doing with that chair? Picking it up? Throwing it?
For Faolan, who had never seen or even been around wrestling of any kind, this was an entirely new concept to her. Completely foreign, and she puzzled over it for a moment as she watched the Hawlucha pick up the chair, let out a trilling try, and then slam it against a nearby tree. Did the chair do something to it? Was it trying to cut down the tree? Surely there were other, better ways to do so.
With Fembra still hovering protectively in front of her trainer, her eyes trained on the Hawlucha in the clearing, Faolan stepped out. She set a hand on her hip - just over her wriggling, glowing eggs, but she didn't pay them any mind just yet - looking at the pokemon in its odd... exercise, and spoke in a tone that could be heard clearly across the way.
"What are you doing with that?"
Just as she said that both eggs began to glow, too bright to ignore, and the pokemon within began to emerge out into the world. Well shoot. Hopefully it wouldn't spook the Hawlucha or anything.
The Hawlucha tilts its head to the side upon the realization that it has an audience. "Lucha lucha!"
Before you can react it leaps off the chair and goes into an elaborate aerial routine, ending in a piledriver that smashes the chair into the ground. The Hawlucha nimbly lands on the chair with one foot, then takes a bow, and threws in a few flexes for good measure. "Lu--CHA!"
It gazes into Faolan's eyes, as if expecting a rave review.
While still unfamiliar with what the Hawlucha is doing, she had to admit that it seems like a rather elaborate display of violence and art, and isn't completely distasteful. Her eyes wander over to the defeated chair, then the Hawlucha looking at her for approval and... perhaps a glowing review? And she wonders how it would fare with the rest of her team. Her team which, currently, was acquiring two new members, the sleepy looking Ponyta and Bergmite that emerged relegated to pokeballs as Faolan took a moment to mull over her reaction and see to her new hatchlings.
At her side Fembra looks just as confused as Faolan, however Reddy seems to be gazing on with sparkling eyes of interest, and she knows all at once that it was probably a mistake to let him bear witness to these elaborate acts for so long. She can only think to Reddy-proof the next few hostels that they ended up staying in, or at the very least having the Combusken sleep in his pokeball over the next few nights.
For now, though, it seemed like Hawlucha was waiting on her input. She mulled it over for a bit, tilting her head this way and that, subtly building up the suspense before she looked deep into the Hawlucha's eyes and began to clap. It wasn't at all the polite sort of gentle-clapping, but something more enthusiastic, heartfelt, and Reddy chimed in almost immediately after with cries that translated roughly to DO IT AGAIN DO IT AGAIN in Pokespeak. B
"Bravo, well done - I don't think I've ever seen anything quite like it before." Her accent bled through easily, giving the words a particular edge that sounded more like a schoolteacher praising a student. "A performance like that shouldn't be kept to the confines of a stuffy forest, wouldn't you agree?" She plucks a nest ball from her pouch, enlarging it and holding it out for the Hawlucha to see. She doubted there was any pokemon that didn't know what a pokeball looked like, but she made sure not to move too threateningly or too aggressively just in case. "If you'll come with me, I'll be sure to let your creative visions fly, on some of the grandest stages of gyms there are."
Surely the thought of performing aerial, acrobatic feats under the lights of stadiums and in front of roaring crowds was enough to sway the Hawlucha? She'll set the pokeball down on the ground and step back, awaiting the bird's response.
She had honestly half-expected the Hawlucha to put up some kind of protest, maybe, or perhaps not go into the pokeball she'd offered so readily. As soon as the pokemon went in with a flash of red light, the pokeball was immediately whisked off to her pc box, and Faolan took a moment to check on the app which box the Hawlucha was. She deliberated over whether or not she would switch out any of her current party members with the bird, but after a bit decided that she would let the Hawlucha rest and get acclimated with her new surroundings. The next journey she would be sure to take her, even if it wasn't to a gym battle and its bright, shining stage right away.
Reddy was currently standing over the chair, peering down at it with one claw tapping at his beak. He lifted a powerful leg and stepped on it, listening to the crinkle of steel, then lifted his bird foot off of it and picked up the whole thing in both hands. Before anyone could stop him, he threw the chair high, high into the air - just barely avoiding an overhanging branch - and attempted to mimic what he'd borne witness to just moments before. Suffice to say, it didn't go so well, and the Combusken was hit squarely atop the head with the steel object and sent reeling into a nearby bush.
After Fembra and Faolan managed to pull him free, the trio continued on their way; the steel chair was left behind them, and they continued ahead onto a path that was lit with dappled sunlight filtering in between the branches of the towering trees all around them.