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.
Kaisei picked up another trash can, jerked off the lid, dumped the contents into the back of the truck, then slammed the empty can back onto the sidewalk. [break][break] This is humiliating. Demeaning. I should not be doing this. [break][break] It was all that stupid Saber's fault! Somehow she hadn't been happy with the top floor hotel suite he had booked for the night (to give her a chance to stretch her legs, so he had reasoned), and she had insisted he get back down onto the street and help people at Arce-o'clock in the morning. So here he was. It didn't even matter to him that he was getting paid for the job. What was a pittance of pay compared to this level of suffering? [break][break] At least there weren't many people on the street at this hour. He was glad he had had the foresight to scruff up his hair, and put on a beat-up old t-shirt and his least favorite pair of pants before meeting with the garbage collector. He walked up to the front of the truck, gestured to the street with one hand, and with the other gave a thumbs-up to the driver, a man in his late 40's with obvious tanning down the left side of his face. However, the driver informed him that they were still waiting on his "partner", and while he was waiting couldn't he get going on the other side of the street? [break][break] Partner? This was the first that Kaisei had heard of there being another person working this job. He strove to keep the grimace off his face until he was out of the driver's line of sight. As he crossed the street to wrangle another house's worth of trash, he wondered briefly if it was also a punishment for the other person. Perhaps a criminal who was dumb enough to get caught, and sentenced to community service. Surely no one would be doing this if they had any choice in the matter? [break][break] tb6t2m1A [break][break] Notes: 335 WC[break] Hover the Pokemon for level and energy info![break] Kaisei has +11 Strength[break]
Post by Marshall Legend on Feb 14, 2020 22:48:53 GMT
That was where Kaisei would be mistaken. Where was the best place to gather intel on someone without them knowing? The garbage. So Marshall, being the EVER VIGILANT hero that he was, had immediately signed himself up as a garbage collector the second his eyes had fallen upon the ad. It would only be temporary, but the experience he'd get sifting through people's garbage was experience that could never be taken away from him, unless he got amnesia. Which was a very real possibility in a life as dangerous as his.
Unfortunately, on his way over he'd had his attention grabbed by a menacing-looking crowd of preschoolers, and after tailing them for some time to make sure they weren't running an illegal gambling ring or something equally as nefarious he made his way to the job site. Along the way he'd somehow - somehow - managed to acquire a janitor's uniform with a nametag on the front proclaiming "Gil", and it was in this way that he arrived to the waiting truck. There was already another worker getting the trash across the street, and Marshall quickly made his way over so he wouldn't miss out on sifting through the good garbage.
"Good afternoon fellow garbage man!" He greeted, immediately reaching out to help Kaisei with whatever he was doing - even if that meant taking the garbage can out of his hands in the process. The stench didn't seem to bother him as much even if it was very strong generic-garbage smell; perhaps having an actual pokemon that smelled like garbage was good training.
Because he was technically "undercover" he took a moment to introduce himself. "My name is G--" He looked down at his nametag to doublecheck. "Gil.. bamesh Legend!" Nailed it. "I'm definitely not THE Marshall Legend, the rising star of the Kanto region, the Wunderkind, the --" The truck's horn blaring out behind them covered the rest of his incredibly long self-claimed titles. Once it was over Marshall just stared expectantly at Kaisei, waiting for him to respond in kind with his own name.
All ya got is light weight trash right now, nothing the two of you can't handle on your own. The garbage man seems itching to get a move on, but maybe he's also just trying to get his job done right and go home at a decent hour. Ya know, the good life.
Behind him, Kaisei's aura sight alerted him to yet another approaching person even before the person spoke. As he turned in their direction, the person took the trash can out of his hands, and OH SWEET LOVE OF ARCEUS a blinding glow of yellow and white filled his vision and caused him to see stars for a moment before he hastily switched off the aura sight. Before him stood a well-built man, a few inches taller he noted though he reasoned it was only because of the man's spiky hair, who was staring at Kaisei with a grin on his face. Then bad turned to worse and the man kept talking. [break][break] From his drawn-out spiel before the sound of the truck horn blared out obscuring the rest - though Kaisei noticed that the man's lips kept moving - he could gather that Faker McFakename was one of those self-important types. Kaisei had half a mind to punch him in his big mouth, maybe deflate that head full of air... oh, but apparently, this was his assigned partner. And Saber would be furious if he didn't finish the job for a reason such as that. At least he seemed enthusiastic to pick up garbage. Maybe Kaisei could use this to his advantage. [break][break] "Nice to meet you, Gilbert Lennon!" he said, reaching out to shake the man's hand with a cheerful look on his face. "I'm Kaisei Nebula. I'm sure we will work well together." After their introductions, he would get into the truck and ask the driver how long it was until the next stop. [break][break] N10OS89j [break][break] Notes: 265 WC[break] Hover the Pokemon for level and energy info![break] Kaisei has +11 Strength[break]
Post by Marshall Legend on Feb 18, 2020 2:43:14 GMT
"Likewise, Kaisei!" Marshall chirped, seemingly not even noticing the way the other mispronounced his name. If he did he didn't say anything, but it was highly likely that the brunet just didn't even realize. Moreso considering that his expression wasn't offended or hurt or anything like that, just still the same outgoing, beaming grin that as metaphorically bright as his aura had been.
He gave the blond a quick once-over, assessing, and after coming to a decision that Kaisei was most definitely not a suspicious criminal-type and could absolutely be trusted because Marshall was an outstanding judge of character, deemed the other man as "friend". And since he was a friend, that meant that was probably also a secret, longtime fan of his, who was purposely trying to come off as nonchalant so as not to let his nerves get the best of him. These things connected together perfectly.
So with this in mind, Marshall followed him into the truck and as it started up, he leaned over with a sly expression on his face and went, "You're never going to wash that hand again, are you? I'll give you all the attention you want later, but for now let's focus on the job, okay?" Without hearing the other's reply he thumped the garbage truck on its side and declared, "Let's get this bread, gamers!"
As the truck gets a move on, at the ever fantastic Marshall's behest (despite the eye-roll from the driver at the childish remark,) it's a short ride before they arrive at their next pick-up location. Sat upon the side of the road is a few trash cans, and a section of a couch.
With his strength, Kaisei barely manages to hoist the couch up into the truck, earning an approving nod from the driver. Thanks, kid.
Marshall, meanwhile, drops one of the cans the moment he lifts it, and as it clatters to the pavement, scatters trash everywhere. The driver is less pleased.
Bread? Gamers? Kaisei stared at the other garbage collector with the expression of someone who has heard words that he is pretty sure are in Common, but which were strung together in an order that failed to communicate any logical thought. Oh, is this one of those video game things? That might explain the name, too... [break][break] He remained quiet until the next stop, which deposited them onto a street of old-looking houses surrounded by wrought iron fences. Kaisei immediately made for the couch, only to be disappointed as soon as he lifted it. It was shabby and badly shredded, and he hefted it into the truck's trash chute with a grunt. He made an effort to suppress a chuckle, and failed, as he saw Marshall fumble with one of the trash cans and immediately scatter garbage all over the street. "Why don't you... finish up... at that house and I'll take the next one," he offered. [break][break] The neighboring property looked like one of those fancy mansions you might see on Galarian TV programmes, except this one looked to be condemned, but no, the lights were on inside so someone was apparently still living here. Heaps of trash bags were piled up outside, along with two armchairs and a sofa, covered in cobwebs. Something slithered away from them as Kaisei approached the fence. After clearing away a few of the lighter bags, he looked around to make sure that the truck driver wasn't looking his way, and started to feel his way around one of the armchair cushions, looking for any valuables that might have been hidden away and subsequently forgotten about. When he was satisfied there was nothing there, he picked up the armchair and made to carry it back to the truck. [break][break] vpMf43s4 [break][break] Party: Charmander (Haru, Lv7, 5/5 Energy), Absol (Saber, Lv5, 5/5 Energy), Zangoose (Daigo, Lv1, 5/5 Energy) [break][break] Notes: 294 WC[break] Kaisei has +11 Strength[break]
Post by Marshall Legend on Feb 27, 2020 10:58:47 GMT
Marshall couldn't be too mad at how clumsily he handled the garbage can - after all, what better way to look for clues than to throw everything out, so you could take it all in at once? - and so therefore didn't look entirely ashamed when he was berated by the driver. Of course the man knew who he was and was only trying to help conceal his identity - of course. And without him having even to ask, it was apparent that this driver was absolutely, positively one-hundred percent a HUGE fan of him, Marshall Legend. Ah, the things some people did to conceal their admiration. It was almost excessive, but he couldn't fault his fans if he inspired them to greater heights! After all, that's what he was here for!
It was with this thought in mind that Marshall went about collecting the garbage, far too happily for someone dealing with literal trash and all the smelly, stinky business of it. As he collected what he'd spilled onto the road he brought each one up to his face to inspect it carefully, his eyes scanning over every inch to find something amiss or out of place. This banana peel, that old diaper, an empty carton of cigarettes... So, unsurprisingly, it took a rather long time for him to fully pick everything up, and by the time he had dumped the trash in its proper container and into the truck the driver was giving him a sour look and directing him to where Kaisei was moving the furniture.
Half jogging, half walking over to his partner for the day, Marshall arrived just in time to see Kaisei feeling out the cushions of the armchair before he hoisted it up. Marshall himself took two of the remaining bags and stood there for a moment, debating Kaisei - and then spoke loudly, maybe a little too loudly, because it echoed down the street to reach the windows of a few houses down.
"Excellent job, Kaisei! There could be clues in those old cushions, you know!" The trash forgotten, Marshall ran his hand through his hair, pushing it back and flashing Kaisei a grin that would have sparkled in the light, if such a thing were possible. "You can just come out and say it - I'm inspiring you to greatness, aren't I? No no, you don't actually have to say it! I know the truth, and I know admitting it will make you shy. Just think of me as --- Gilbamesh, your delivery partner for the day. I believe in you!"
With this last declaration he took both trash bags and strode back to the truck, his arms held far out at his sides.
Before Kaisei had finished inspecting the arm chair, he would indeed find something- CHOMP! That was most definitly an Ekans biting your hand, my friend. Better shake it off and hope it goes slithering away. Marshall, meanwhile, trips over a crack on the ground and ends up dropping the trash bags- causing them to burst and fall again. The truck driver slaps a hand over his face and mutters something in Orreish to himself.
CHOMP! [break][break] Oh, what now? [break][break] Kaisei lifted up his right hand and saw a tiny Ekans dangling from it. It blinked as it was suddenly exposed to the morning light. So of course, he tried to shake it off. But that seemed to backfire, as the Ekans only hung on tighter, its tail whacking against the discarded armchair again and again as both of them flailed for dear life. Eventually Kaisei had decided he'd had enough, and somewhat awkwardly, with his free hand, he threw out Daigo's Pokeball. "Daigo, get this thing off of me." The Zangoose assessed the situation, then took Kaisei's arm firmly in the grip of one hand and the back of the Ekans's head in the other. Applying a firm squeezing pressure, he eventually got the little snake to dislodge its jaws. [break][break] "Now get rid of it!" Kaisei snapped. [break][break] He didn't expect Daigo to cradle the snake in his arms, whispering some gentle words to it, before slowly kneeling down onto the grass and letting it slither away through the fence. Well, at least it wouldn't bother him anymore. [break][break] He could have smacked himself in the head, if his hand wasn't still stinging. Why hadn't he thought of it earlier? Of course he could use Pokemon to help him with this job. That's part of what being a trainer was, right? "All right, Daigo, time to take the armchair over to the truck." The Zangoose looked at him skeptically. "I mean, not that I couldn't do it myself, but my hand is injured." He dramatically extended his hand, putting on his best sorrowful expression over the two pinprick-sized red marks that had appeared. "Please?" [break][break] With all the hullabaloo over the Ekans, he had had no time to pay attention to his partner falling, or the driver's remarks, but once his Zangoose had successfully maneuvered the armchair into the dump truck, he could assess the scene. "How about, Gilroy... you can handle the sofa, and I'll get the trash bags?" Before the other man could respond, he picked up a solitary bag into his left hand, and strode to the truck. [break][break] 2E6EuKgy [break][break] Party: Charmander (Haru, Lv7, 5/5 Energy), Absol (Saber, Lv5, 5/5 Energy), Zangoose (Daigo, Lv1, 5/5 Energy) [break][break] Notes: 354 WC[break] Kaisei has +11 Strength[break] If we still wanna do the plot where Kaisei gets the Joltik egg ICly, I think now's a good time
Post by Marshall Legend on Mar 3, 2020 21:49:55 GMT
Marshall had made it nearly halfway to the truck before he tripped, stumbling and causing the bags in his hand to smash into the ground in an explosion of plastic and paper. Holding the remains of the bag handles in his hand, still, he peered first at the garbage scattering the street, and then at the truck driver who looked like he was having a headache. "You know, drinking water will clear that right up!" He called as he approached the truck and just... tossed the remains of the bag inside. What about the garbage in the street? Well, there was currently a very happy, gooey Grimer just oozing all over the garbage, further adding to the smell of trash and muck all around them. It wasn't sludge or polluted water, but Grimer seemed to enjoy... eating it? All the same.
While Chocolate handled the mess Marshall had made, the brunet made his way over to where Kaisei had indicated the sofa that needed picking up. Dusting off his hands, Marshall looked at the furniture and then back to Kaisei, but the blond was already heading off towards the truck with a single garbage bag. What a hard worker that Kaisei was.
As Marshall got to work pulling and shifting the sofa around and off the curb, he was surprised to discover that it was surprisingly light. Chocolate had, by now, made his way over to where Marshall was, and as the brunet peered around the back of the couch the Grimer oozed over his back and neck in a happy, sloppy hug, practically molding to Marshall's back like a big stinky cape. Marshall didn't seem to mind this - especially not the smell - and after patting the Grimer's hand he ducked his head and peeled back a flap of couch to discover it was hollow inside?
His first thought was that there was contraband or some other illicit materials inside and he peered inside eagerly, looking around for anything that would fit that description. Instead of anything like knock off pokemon merchandise, or illegal pokemon enhancers, or even nudey magazines, there was an... egg? A strange yellow egg with odd blue markings on its sides that actually looked quite sinister. Aha, Marshall thought, evidence.
But of course it couldn't get out that the Marshall Legend was digging through people's trash to fight crime - he didn't mind being associated with garbage, but if word got out that even villainous trash cans weren't safe, then people would surely be more careful with what they threw away, and then where would he get his clues from? No, better than to put this egg with someone that wasn't really involved, a civilian nobody would suspect....
And then his eyes fell on Kaisei. Perfect.
"Don't worry, little one, I'll save you from a destiny of darkness." Marshall whispered to the egg as he pulled it gingerly out of the hollowed out couch. Despite it being in there for who knows how long, Marshall stroked it lovingly and gave it a little kiss on its shell, then made his way over to where Kaisei was standing. Chocolate had peeled off in favor of oozing over the couch instead, his face a big happy smile of appreciation at rolling around in literal garbage for funsies. With Kaisei's attention preoccupied with tossing the garbage away, Marshall managed to slip the egg into his pack with relative ease and was back to help with the sofa in record time. It's almost like he's done this sort of thing before.
Arceus seems to be merciful on you as nothing crazy happens. It's mostly still just picking up funiture and whatever the hell that one pipe supposedly once was. For how long, though, that is the question.
The job went much easier thanks to Daigo helping pick up stuff. Even the heavy couches were no problem for the mighty Zangoose. Kaisei fell into an easy routine of picking up one bag and a time, leaving the heavier cans and furniture to either Daigo, Marshall, or his Pokemon. Oh, yes, his job partner's Pokemon. "Daigo, you are on permanent duty of keeping that Grimer away from me," Kaisei had whispered as close to the Zangoose's ear as he could possibly manage. [break][break] Finally they were done on that street. Kaisei scooped up his backpack with his right hand and slung it onto his back, completely unaware that it was just that slightest bit heavier. "So, driver, where to?" he asked, climbing into the side seat on the other end of the truck. Then he noticed Marshall heading in his direction and realized the damn thing doesn't have room for three and was immediately trying to back out the door. "Hey, Gilligan, I've got an idea -- you can ride in the truck, and Daigo and I will catch up at our next stop. That sound good with you?" he asked, forcing a smile onto his face. The Zangoose was already bent down on all fours. Kaisei might have supposed he looked displeased to act as a mount, but with Zangoose, who could really tell? [break][break] GbqgpVhl [break][break] Party: Charmander (Haru, Lv7, 5/5 Energy), Absol (Saber, Lv5, 5/5 Energy), Zangoose (Daigo, Lv1, 5/5 Energy), Joltik Egg (1/3 hatching posts) [break][break] Notes: 224 WC[break] Kaisei has +11 Strength[break]
Post by Marshall Legend on Mar 18, 2020 10:29:44 GMT
Content that the egg he'd slipped into Kaisei's pack had gone relatively unnoticed - didn't want to stir up any unnecessary questions, especially in front of witnesses (who knew if the truck driver could be trusted???) - Marshall returned to the couch and, with Chocolate's help, managed to get the object dragged over and then loaded onto the truck. The Grimer was only too happy to assist, and once they were done he glopped and oozed happily over Marshall's back, who took the added weight with little fuss. It was almost as though the smell was indistinguishable from the current odor wafting out of the truck itself, but maybe he just wasn't too bothered by it.
At Kaisei's suggestion, his brows furrowed a bit in confusion before he was quick to perk up, reaching out to slap Kaisei on the back. From behind, Chocolate let out a happy, gravelly burble, not unlike that of a baby, and oozed his arms just a little further down Marshall's shoulders and onto his chest. "So you can doublecheck the area for any clues I might have missed? Kaisei, you're a genius! Why didn't I think of that?" The praise he sang was absolutely genuine - or as genuine as could be, for someone as delusional as Marshall - and it was obvious he meant every word and sincerely thought that Kaisei was really onto something.
He climbed into the back of the truck without much question and smacked the back of it, prompting the driver to drive off and leave Kaisei behind to do... whatever it was Kaisei was going to do. Marshall didn't even look back, so trusting was he.
The next place the garbage truck stops is some rich person's house... and there appears to be a bunch of dog Pokemon shoved up against the fence barking. That fence may not last.....
Kaisei had never ridden on a Pokemon before, but this one time, everything had managed to line up in his favor. Daigo's pounded the smooth pavement with an even, rhythmic thumping motion, following behind the garbage truck (but not too closely behind) as it drove through the gently curving streets. His legs tucked tightly into the Zangoose's sides and his hands grasping the thick fur, once he got the hang of it, he felt confident enough to straighten up from his hunched-over position and take a look around. They were in a nice area. Sure wouldn't mind having a house like that, he thought, noting the neatly painted walls and elaborate iron fencing up and down the street. [break][break] The truck stopped in front of a house with a bunch of garbage cans piled out the front, all of them marked with stains... probably from the owner's pack of dog Pokemon. From where he was standing on the street, Kaisei took note of two Growlithe, one fierce-looking Granbull, and a vigilant Herdier running about. But based on his experience with gang dynamics, Kaisei would bet money that the ringleader of the pack was the yappy little Lillipup adorned with ribbons and "dressed in" a doggy tutu. The creaky fence shook alarmingly as the Lillipup pressed up against it, eager to "welcome" this new batch of "guests." [break][break] Damn it, he couldn't keep Daigo in between himself, Marshall's Grimer, and five dog Pokemon all at the same time. Best to get this over with as quickly as possible. Gesturing to Daigo to take two of the cans, Kaisei picked up the handles of a third, and trainer and Pokemon briskly walked over to the dump truck to empty them out, each keeping one eye on the dogs. [break][break] G7VkBAgz [break][break] Party: Charmander (Haru, Lv7, 5/5 Energy), Absol (Saber, Lv5, 5/5 Energy), Zangoose (Daigo, Lv1, 5/5 Energy), Joltik Egg (2/3 hatching posts) [break][break] Notes: 296 WC[break] Kaisei has +11 Strength[break]
Post by Marshall Legend on Mar 21, 2020 2:23:39 GMT
The truck arrived to the next house to the sound of a chorus of energetic, but also rather angry, barking. The cacophony of noise completely drowned out whatever the driver said, if he even said anything, but Marshall imagined it was something along the lines of "get that garbage, man!". Or maybe something about yeeting the overly excited yappers, he didn't know. But having grown up with a few dogs of his own, Marshall didn't much mind them or the noise; it was actually rather nice, seeing each of them doing their vigilant duty in protecting their owner and fighting off criminals, and he had to commend them for that.
Although it probably wasn't the best idea, but rather than pull a can away from the driveway - since Kaisei was already doing that himself, there wasn't much there besides - the ever-so-helpful Marshall strode right up to the fence and stood smiling down at them, Chocolate's big eyes oozing over his shoulder to gaze at the barking dog's happily, not a care in the world. The dogs didn't seem to like this very much and began shaking the fence even harder, but Marshall, confident as he was that these dogs knew exactly who he was, and they were only excited to see him, well -
- he's just gonna go ahead and shove his arm through/over the fence so he can give them the attention they so rightly deserved.
Marshall would... find his hand licked by the tutu wearing Lilipup, and it seemed with the approval of the ring leader, Marshall received the approval of the rest of the pack. They barked and continued to be threatening! Warning that the humans should stay on one side of the fence and they would stay on the other but.....at least there was no finger biting?
After Kaisei had dumped out the trash into the garbage truck, he turned to see what his alleged partner was doing, only to find the man... getting licked by dogs? Of course. Leave it to him to screw around and let Kaisei do all the work. There were two garbage cans left, something that would be an easy haul for Daigo, so he stood back, directed the Zangoose to finish up, and-- [break][break] POP! [break][break] "S-S-Saber! I can explain--" [break][break] She was glaring at him fiercely, and jabbed him hard in the stomach with a forefoot before jerking the foot at the trash cans. "But you see, I can't, I'm injured--" His attempt to show her the small puncture marks on his hand only prompted her to bare her large, sharp teeth, as if to say you will be. Kaisei sighed, grumbling something about infection, and wrestled the lid off of the next can. As Saber returned herself to her ball, he attempted to lift the bag out, and fuck, this thing was heavy, what was in here? He knocked the can over in frustration and something clanged, metal on metal. Given the state of the fence--oh. That would explain a lot. [break][break] "Gilligan can take care of the last one, can't you Gilligan?" he asked through teeth clenched into a semblance of a smile. "In the meantime I'll be perfectly--okay--" With some effort he was able to hoist the bag onto his back. Now to get it into the truck without anything else happening-- [break][break] NbRhn5H_ [break][break] Party: Charmander (Haru, Lv7, 5/5 Energy), Absol (Saber, Lv5, 5/5 Energy), Zangoose (Daigo, Lv1, 5/5 Energy), Joltik Egg (3/3 hatching posts) [break][break] Notes: 255 WC[break] Kaisei has +11 Strength[break]
Post by Marshall Legend on Mar 30, 2020 23:33:15 GMT
Distracted as he was with the attention from the dogs ("Yes, yes! I am the wunderkind, the enigma, the rising star - but I am also undercover!") Marshall didn't catch Kaisei's suggestion right away. Eventually, he does pull his hand away covered in drool and slobber and, seeing the last can sitting waiting for him, he immediately moved to first open it, sifting through it for something suspicious -because of course it would be right at the very top, for everybody to see - and, seeing nothing, hoisted the bag out of the can and carried it with effort back to the truck to dump it in. The can was knocked over and began to roll casually down the road, now liberated and free to roam with the rest of the wild garbage cans.
Chocolate, still oozing over Marshall's shoulders like a runny egg, managed to detach one arm and wave goodbye to the dogs as they passed. He didn't seem particularly bothered by the chorus of barking that followed this little action, and instead letting out a raspy, gravelly, "Grimaaa" as he was carried away. Once Marshall got to the truck, he swung the bag as hard as he could into it, using momentum plus his own strength to get it in. Once that was done, he climbed onto the back, using the handles on the truck's rear side to stand and banging the metallic sides to get the man to continue.
Remembering he'd stuffed the egg in Kaisei's bag he glanced over surreptitiously, wondering if the egg was anywhere close to hatching or if the blond had squashed it somehow. Garbage lifting was dangerous work, after all.
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