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.
Three optional icebreaker questions are offered: 1. If you had one extra hour of free time a day, how would you use it? 2. Besides war and diplomacy, what would be the best way for countries to settle disputes? 3. What is one article of clothing that someone could wear that would make you walk out on a date with them?
Feel free to discuss any of these or use your own icebreaker!
Isaac sat quietly at his table, looking around. The first 'date' hadn't been bad, but it didn't really seem to go anywhere. Now, here he was, sitting at the next table, waiting for his next date. He tried to keep himself calm, but he had no idea what to expect. It wasn't like he was the best person with the ladies and everything.
It didn't take too long for Prim to show up at the new table, moving to sit upon the chair across from Isaac with only a mild discomfort - she was still getting the hang of all this date stuff. Smiling to him, she settles into the seat and smooths her skirt over her knees, "Uhm, pleased to meet you..." Looking at the card, she perks her eyes back up to him, "Isaac?"
[break][break] He had a curious look about him, thin, and frail - like maybe the wind would knock him over if he didn't have his feet firmly planted. This, of course, doesn't impact her speech, though. "How, ah, was your first date?"
Isaac blinked as someone approached the table. A young woman, and quite an attractive one at that. She seemed nice enough, or maybe just out of place in this as he was. He glanced at the card. Primrose Adler. "I-It's nice to meet you too Primrose," he said, giving her a small, shy smile.
Then came the first question. How was his first date. Well, it had been relatively brief, not much he could say about it. "I-It was ok," Isaac replied, "She seemed nice enough. Though not much happened. I-I think I just don't belong here."
When the boy across the table smiles at her, she does the same, hers a bit wider - more genuine. Coming to rest her hands upon the table, she wonders the topic of conversation - and if she should make use of the silly questions provided them, as ice-breakers. What a funny word that was, ice-breaker. "Well, that happens sometimes. I think, that's... why it's speed-dating, right? So you can see if it's someone you get along with, or not - and I mean, I guess it's not always so simple, but..." [break][break] Trailing off, she seems to recognize she was starting to ramble. She decides to end with a curious, and perhaps slightly concerned, "Why do you say that?"
At her question about why he felt he didn't belong here, the lean boy looked up at her, a small sadness in his eyes. "Well, it's obvious isn't it? I mean, look at me. I-I'm not really the best looking person here...or the most talented..." he looked down at the table between them. "I'm just someone from the Weeping Forest, just travelling around and cooking things. I'm not strong, or handsome, or funny, or anything. I'm just...well...me..." he gave a small sigh, barely lifting his eyes up from the table. This whole thing had been a terrible idea.
As the boy seems to put himself down the more she lets him talk on, Primrose finds he's a surprisingly kindred spirit, though she's not so sure she'd have been so open about it so quickly. Not that it's a bad thing to be open, maybe she should try it more often... [break][break] But this moment wasn't really about her, and though it was meant to be a date, and not particularly a therapy session (nor was she a therapist,) she's glad to try and help. "I mean, I think you're cute," she notes, with an earnest smile, "I really like the color pink." She gestures to her hair as if to note his, curling a lock of auburn around a finger a moment. [break][break] "And, um... besides that, what's talent got to do with anything? And what's wrong with being yourself? Sometimes, the best thing you can do is be yourself. I read in a book once that, it's... you should always be you, and not someone else - and the people that matter will come as they do." A pause. "Cooking's a talent, anyway! I cook, too, though I bet you're better than me." Scooting her chair forward, she questions, "Do you have a favorite dish to make?" Maybe giving him something to focus on other than his nervousness would help.
Isaac had expected to hear a lot of things, but hearing her saying he was cute was NOT one of them. His face went bright pink from the compliment, as his hand absent mindedly reached up for his hair, the hair she liked the color of. He almost, out of reflex, looked away from her bashfully. "Th-Thank you," he said, giving a small, shy smile, "Y-You're quite pretty as well." Granted, pretty was a bit of an understatement, but Isaac didn't want to come off as too forward. Besides, it was her kindness that was really causing her to stand out.
She seemed so nice and encouraging, telling him there was nothing wrong with him. And then the topic shifted to cooking. Something that Isaac was really good with. She cooked to? Perhaps they can exchange recipes? At the question of his favourite dish, he tilted his head in thought. "Well, that's a tricky one," Isaac replied, loosening up a little, "I've been experimenting lately, but I do have a tendency to lean towards stews. There's all sorts of things you can put into a stew, if you know how to prepare them. Apricorns, berries, herbs, meats. Heck, many people don't know this, but even some pokemon poisons can be used in cooking if they're done just right." He was especially proud of that little talent of his. His smile widened. "That's why I'm travelling around. I'm looking for new ingredients to test and experiment with, see what sort of things I can make up."
That it seemed to work, her compliment, and her attempt at easing him into another topic, the girl's smile is replaced with a near grin, a sort of tension leaving her shoulders she hadn't even realized had creeped into her bones. "Thank you." She responds, as to being called pretty - and she even turns a shade of pink to match her shirt, her hand raising to tug at a bit of the hair that frame her face, but she recovers soon enough. [break][break] It's then that she focuses on the topic of cooking, which intrigues her, to say the least. Cooking was a hobby at best for her, something she wanted to be pretty good at it since she lived on her own, not anything so spectacular as what Isaac was doing, but it was curious enough that she's clearly listening. "I've never had too many stews, but I know once I had one that had super rich, um.. broth? But it was too thick to be a broth..." Raising a finger to her lip, she chews on her nail as she tries to find the right word for it, but she isn't really sure, so she leaves it. [break][break] "You can use poison? That sounds... scary. Though, I guess... I mean, you can use Pokemon's venom to make antidotes for them, so I suppose it's not too weird to assume you could use it in cooking." Trailing off, she seems enamored, briefly, with the idea. "I wouldn't trust myself with it, though."
At her comment about stews and using poison in cooking, Isaac nodded. "Yeah, again it mainly depends on how you prepare it. It adds a distinct flavour to a dish, you just got to make sure you've cooked out the negative effects of it all. No sense in making a delicious meal if it makes people sick, now is there?" He was starting to feel better, talking about what he was good at. When she mentioned not trusting herself with cooking with poison, Isaac gave her a small smile. "Well, I can teach you how to work it. Once you know what to do, it's just like any other ingredient."
He thought for a moment, before realizing that they were focusing more on him. He still didn't know much about her. "So, erm, what do you do? You said you liked cooking, but do you do anything else?"
Curiously, Primrose considers the words he shares, and notes, "A bit like cooking the alcohol out of wine, right? Just... poison." The more she ruminates on the thought, she nods and smiles. "I understand now, I think. I can't imagine what they taste like, though." Never having been particularly adventurous, Prim doesn't think she wants to try, but then his offer is too kind (and outgoing, for as someone as shy as he seemed to be,) and she can't help but return his smile. "... Yeah, I think that'd be nice! I'd be happy to learn sometime. You just might have to help me get over a little anxiety." [break][break] With a nervous laugh, she trails off as he asks after her in turn, and she wilts slightly. Talking about herself was hard. "Well, I'm currently working with the Breeder's Association; I really like looking after Pokemon... it's, uhm... it's easier than with people, sometimes." Knitting her fingers together, the girl continues to says, "I also do... uhm, photography? I like taking pictures of things. Scenery, and... Pokemon, and people. It's nice to catch... the moments between moments, you know?" [break][break] Despite that he asked, she looks sheepish discussing it.