Harper Region is temporarily a private site! Registration is temporarily disabled due to big site updates and due to both admins' life schedules -- moving and degree completion and internships. :) If you need to set up a new account or really, really, really want to register, email Rosalie at orosaliearto@gmail.com with "Harper" in the subject line !

Welcome to Harper Region

Important Links

Staff


Character Count: 101
Ml: 48 - Fml: 51 - Oth: 2
OR - 14 | R - 17 | H - 47 | G - 23

Quick Updates

Weather Conditions

Season: Autumn

With the cooling season of Autumn, Ice-types are starting to re-emerge from their hibernation as Ghost-, Normal-, and Flying-types swarm in the largest numbers they will all year. In comparison, wild Fire- and Bug-type populations are falling in number. The migration of Flying-types to the south in search of warmer weather has also started, as Istin City starts to re-freeze and Autumn marks the beginning of Cypwater Point's rainy season. Handlers and Rogues alike should be wary: Ghost-type powers are boosted during this season, at the cost of being more prone to their triggers.

Sister Sites

Pokemon: Terrene

Click here to vote for us once a day!
Our Topsite:
Harper Region Topsite

  • Show Box
  • Hide Box
 



Pages: (2) 1 2  ( Go to first unread post ) | Add Reply || New Topic || New Poll |

 A Trip to the Circus, Open FF
Amakiir
 Posted: Jun 8 2018, 10:28 PM
| Quote |


Houseplant Diglett
****
Members
Total Posts: 291
Member No. 1667
Joined on 22-June 14.


Characters:
Denzil Heath / Gwyn Elijah

Awards: 2




The traveling Cornerstone Troupe has made its way to Seaway City!

Come, enjoy the attractions, the entertainment, the food! Don't forget to pick up or, or create yourself, a gift for your partner Pokémon!

Attractions, rides and vendors will be open throughout the day, with the Sparring Ring opening closer to the afternoon for anyone wishing to challenge the circus champion, culminating with a grand sky display at sundown.

Open Freeform so feel free to jump in!

--------------------
| PM || Email |
^
Amakiir
 Posted: Jun 8 2018, 11:45 PM
| Quote |


Houseplant Diglett
****
Members
Total Posts: 291
Member No. 1667
Joined on 22-June 14.


Characters:
Denzil Heath / Gwyn Elijah

Awards: 2




Seaway City was abuzz with activity this day, as its citizens rushed about to get ready for the traveling caravan. A costume stand was setting up nearest the fountain, while harkers shouted the wares for hot food and sweet treats up and down the venues. The sky was a beautiful blue with a few grey wisps of cloud. The water twinkled in the sunlight and lapped gently at dock and vessel. Pokémon and human alike were milling about like Combee swarming a spilled jar of honey.

The scenery was largely overlooked by Denzil Heath, whom had just exited a transport barge with a number of other passengers and was currently fighting to keep his stomach contents where they currently were. A natural denizen of the desert, he hadn't had much experience with deep water save for the Crater of Navdia. Unfortunately, this also meant that he was unable to swim, and would sink like a literal stone if he had slipped from the swaying boat. The possibility was not lost on his as he finished heaving into a waste bin.

A toy vendor gave him a passing glance but did not slow his pace. Denzil wiped his mouth and took a deep, steadying breath. As his vision cleared he was able to look around once he'd wiped away a few tears. Music was playing from somewhere far off and brightly colored standards hung from almost every surface, including strung across the street from a length of rope near where a large tent was being set up. As the young man regained his footing he watched as a white horse with a flaming mane nudged a large colorful ball along the ground until it was beside one of the smaller tents.

--------------------
| PM || Email |
^
RyoKnetegawa
 Posted: Jun 12 2018, 09:33 AM
| Quote |


Experienced Handler
***
Members
Total Posts: 85
Member No. 2336
Joined on 23-March 17.


Characters:
Lucas O'Leery

Awards: None


Lucas walked into Seaway City with a bit of surprise on his face. He wasn’t used to seeing all of this activity, and he looked up to Lugus who was once more perched on his head “Don’t get down. Stay up there so we can be sure that we do not get separated.” Lugus gave a few chirps to acknowledge the order before he started to scan quickly for all these wonderful sights and sounds. Lucas sighed as he looked around unsure of what he was seeing, or why he was seeing it. All he did know was something big and interesting was happening here.

The scenery was nearly completely ignored by Lucas. He was busy watching the pokemon themselves. He was a Pokemon Poacher by trade, and he couldn’t help but watch all of the wonderful pokemon that were passing him. He licked his lips in his desire to take them, however, he was not a thief, he was not a scoundrel, and so he would not steal anything from anyone. He watched as another very rare pokemon walked by him smiling widely “Oh, look at that. Munchlax.” He whispered more to Lugus than anyone else “It is so beautiful, so rare, I wonder how much I could get for it.” Shaking his head, he refocused his attention on the sights that were clearly a traveling circus of some kind.

He hadn’t ever been to the circus before. Whenever a traveling troupe of performers passed his home, he was too busy in his father’s forge that he never got to see it. Then when he was not at home, he was always in the Edgewood, Dedrius, or some other place poaching to find work with his master. All in all, there was no time for him to sit and watch performers or circuses. With that in mind he decided that he would stop by and see what this circus had to offer.

--------------------

Lucas O' Leery | Rogue
Profile | Travels |
Dev | Thread Tracker|PCR|Training

Team


| PM |
^
Amakiir
 Posted: Jun 15 2018, 01:22 PM
| Quote |


Houseplant Diglett
****
Members
Total Posts: 291
Member No. 1667
Joined on 22-June 14.


Characters:
Denzil Heath / Gwyn Elijah

Awards: 2




After being shooed away from what had apparently been a preparation area, Denzil found himself wandering the stalls being setup along the main tent’s perimeter. It was slow going as there were already floods of curious people coming to see the commotion. He turned to glare at whoever had just stepped on his foot but the crowd flow was moving too quickly to get a clear look at their face. Just the back of their head where a green ribbon was tied into a rough knot. After a bit grumbling and sidestepping several workers loaded down with a wooden crate, his eyes fell on something that caught his interest.

He’d thought he had heard a hammer striking metal while he was walking, but this was new. A small area had been roped off with a thin wooden tower set at its center. It was painted in bright colors alternating between red, blue, green and yellow, before ending with a large metal bell at the very top. As he approached there was a young man standing in front of it with a wooden hammer big enough to need both arms to lift it, currently red in the face as he strained to do just that. A grey-skinned creature with four arms walked up to the boy and casually hefted the hammer’s head onto his shoulder for him. The young man gave a thankful nod and charged forward towards the tower. Before he reached it he brought the hammer down with both arms and struck a metal plate at its base. There was a thud, and a small half-tube of red metal shot up the tower a bit before falling back down with a metal clang. The boy had a disappointed look on his face until the Machamp from before clapped a hand on his shoulder, and handed him a simple leather bracer with another of its four hands.

There was a smattering of clapping coming from the crowd as the boy affixed the bracer to his arm and held it high, and it was then that Denzil saw the circus’s smiling Hitmontop symbol embossed on the front. Grinning, he stepped forward when the Machamp gestured for another volunteer to try their luck. He accepted the offered hammer and found its weight agreeable. He mused that the kid from before must have put some effort into lifting it, even with the Machamp’s help, since this felt like it weighed about the same as a regular sledge. He tightened his grip and lifted the hammer onto his shoulder. He took aim at the metal plate and brought it down with all the strength he had in his arms and back. The metal tube rose three squares, and fell back to the ground. There was an empty silence for a moment where he could swear someone was snickering in the background. ‘What, just happened?

@RyoKnetegawa

--------------------
| PM || Email |
^
RyoKnetegawa
 Posted: Jun 24 2018, 05:03 PM
| Quote |


Experienced Handler
***
Members
Total Posts: 85
Member No. 2336
Joined on 23-March 17.


Characters:
Lucas O'Leery

Awards: None


Lucas quickly found a sight that was very interesting to him. A group of people had gathered around a small series of crates that were holding a pair of Ambipom, with another juggler on a center crate. The one on the right was juggling pokeballs fairly quickly nearly a dozen were going all at once between the two hand tails of the ambipom, and its arms. The one on the left was juggling hammers only six of them, but they were still hammers and it was fun to watch. The man in the middle was juggling torches of some kind, and he had four of them going at once. He couldn’t deny that they were very fun to watch, but he quickly grew bored of the display as they only changed up their little routine slightly to be showier.

As he walked down the streets he saw various stalls where people were selling various things, most of which were food. He didn’t feel like spending money on any of these things just yet. He would instead wait until he found find something that would be worth buying. He wasn’t a thief and didn’t want to attract any real unwanted attention to himself, so he decided that he would not do so. Moving away he soon found himself watching another brilliant sight. He saw a set of knife jugglers, and knife throwers. A woman was standing throwing knives at a spinning round wooden thing. There was also a pair of Weavile that were juggling knives between the two of them. They were so much fun to watch. They easily flicked eight knives between them. They were doing it so well that Lucas could barely see the knives moving at all, and when he did see them they were caught by the Weavile’s only to be tossed again. They were tossing them using either the blade, or the handle and yet they weren’t cut at all by the throwing.

He managed to barely tear his eyes away from the pokemon, so he could see the knife thrower. She was throwing a set of knives at the spinning board, but this was the first time that Lucas noticed someone was strapped to the circular slab of wood. There was another girl, who looked almost exactly like the one doing the knife throwing. It was clear that they were twins, and the Weavile likely belonged to both of them. The thrower threw no less than a dozen and a half knives at her sister, but she never struck the other girl. She came very close, and outlined her sister’s head, and chest slightly with the knives. The rest of the knives struck bullseyes that had been painted on the board. When she was done she waved to another pokemon. This was an Ursaring that walked over and grabbed the board stopping the spinning cold. The girl on the board waved her hand gently. The knife thrower unstrapped her sister and they took a bow to some well-deserved applause. Lucas was right along with the rest of the crowd and he couldn’t be more enthralled. He not only saw how wonderful the thing was for a trick, but he now saw proof of a very skilled application for his daggers. Granted it looked like the knives they were throwing were designed for the trick. Still, he knew that there were throwing knives that one could purchase.

He wanted to learn how to throw knives, and his daggers. It would make him a lot better at his job and be highly useful he had no doubt. Still, for now with the knife throwing show over he decided that he would go about looking for another amusement.

@Amakiir

--------------------

Lucas O' Leery | Rogue
Profile | Travels |
Dev | Thread Tracker|PCR|Training

Team


| PM |
^
Amakiir
 Posted: Jun 27 2018, 11:53 AM
| Quote |


Houseplant Diglett
****
Members
Total Posts: 291
Member No. 1667
Joined on 22-June 14.


Characters:
Denzil Heath / Gwyn Elijah

Awards: 2




A fair number of the attractions went unnoticed as Denzil wandered away from the infamous hammer game. He glanced down at his arms and scowled, there was not way he’d only hit it hard enough to make three squares. The kid before him even hit it higher! It had to be rigged somehow, that was the only explanation. He looked down at his ‘prize’, a wooden token with a grinning Hitmontop on one side and the same Hitmontop sticking its tongue out on the other side. After a brief consideration he slipped it into a person’s open bag as he jostled through the crowd. ‘Everyone’s a winner’ he thought with a rueful smile.

He passed by a crowd watching a knife-throwing show of some kind, but it was wrapping up by the time he reached it so he continued onward. He was turning off towards the food stalls when a large shape swooped overhead, prompting several cheers and a few screams from the crowd. Denzil had to look twice to believe he was seeing what was flapping above him. It appeared to be a human woman in a flowing gown and strumming a glinting harp in one hand. What drew the crowd’s attention however, were the feathered wings nutting proudly from the woman’s back as she soared to and fro. Though they never flapped or even moved, that didn’t stop this agent of Arceus from banking sharp corners and soaring over the stalls with all the grace of a feathered bird.

All the while she didn’t stop strumming the tiny harp, some wordless song Denzil had never heard before that nonetheless struck a chord with him. Something about the simple tune stuck with him as he watched, and he was so entranced that almost missed a key note when the woman twisted into a rising spiral that brought her above the top of the tallest tent. She tucked the hark into the crook of her arm and bowed to the loud applause of the crowd, Denzil included. There, nestled between her shoulder blades where thick straps held the ‘wings’ in place, sat a tiny green bird. A quick scan with his Pokecard revealed it to be a Natu, a Psychic and Flying-Type that even now was glowing with a faint energy both around itself and the smiling woman. They glided off to another part of the carnival and Denzil could hear more cheers going up as she went. He briefly wondered if Apollo could do the same thing for him, then immediately discarded the thought. The Solrock would more than likely fly him into a vat of cloth dye, and more likely find it to be hilarious.

He walked by a few game stalls on his resumed search for food. There was a distance game where a group of children were throwing small gliders shaped like Fearow, trying to get theirs to land in a green circle several feet away. All but two were either beak-first in the ground or had landed off to the side. The next game involved rubber blobs painted to look like Poliwag, where each person raced to get their to the end of a long water trough first. It seemed simple enough, each person could anything to scoot their ‘Poliwag’ to the end of the trough except actually touching it. Denzil watched as the latest contestants splashed and laughed, making him smile from the infectious feelings in the air. He watched for a bit before catching the smell of cooking meat and decided to let his nose and stomach lead the way.

@RyoKnetegawa

--------------------
| PM || Email |
^
RyoKnetegawa
 Posted: Jun 28 2018, 11:14 PM
| Quote |


Experienced Handler
***
Members
Total Posts: 85
Member No. 2336
Joined on 23-March 17.


Characters:
Lucas O'Leery

Awards: None


The knife show had ended and he was among those who had clapped loudest. He wondered where he could go to learn the finer things about knife throwing. He was sure that he could find someone in Fough Place. After all, there were plenty of those who made weapons in his home town, but he wondered how many of those who really practiced with their creations. He knew that his brother had always said "Those who make weapons need to be their master as well as their maker." Perhaps if he couldn't find such a teacher in Fough Place then he could find it in Dedrius.

Bernard had many, many skills. He had been a lumberjack and an adventurer during his youth. Yet, what those skills were was a mystery to Lucas. After all, he and Bernard were not friends they were business partners and he wouldn't forget such a thing. Still, he was sure that he would find someone who would be able to teach him the skill. At the very least he could try and teach himself even though it would surely take much longer.

He began to walk through the circus again. Then he caught the glimpse of something. Rather someone, someone he hadn't seen in years. Her dress was elegant, her hair the honchkrow black of his mother's, no their mother's. He did his best to follow her however he was blocked as so many people stopped moving they were all looking up but Lucas had eyes only for the woman. Yet she did not stop she kept moving putting distance between them.

With a snarl worthy of Ashi he made his way to the edge of the crowd. Finally, he found a spot where the crowd was the most thin. Pushing through not caring about decency or anything that would be considered manners to get through. This of course caused several people to turn and spit insults at him one even hit him. He let it all go and pushed past the crowd to look for the woman. Snapping his gaze this way and that way he tried to locate her.

Sadly, his target was gone and he couldn't find a single trace of her. He knew that it was whom he thought it was. It had to be her. She was the only one with that face with that hair. He hadn't seen her for nearly two decades but it had to be. With a growl of anger he rushed through the crowds stopping to observe every single girl with honchkrow black hair or even murkrow. If he was honest black hair was enough for him to stop. Yet none of them not a single one of them was her. He grew angry he grew fearful. She had to be here. She just had to.

@Amakiir

--------------------

Lucas O' Leery | Rogue
Profile | Travels |
Dev | Thread Tracker|PCR|Training

Team


| PM |
^
Amakiir
 Posted: Jul 3 2018, 03:25 PM
| Quote |


Houseplant Diglett
****
Members
Total Posts: 291
Member No. 1667
Joined on 22-June 14.


Characters:
Denzil Heath / Gwyn Elijah

Awards: 2




Denzil leaned back on the wooden bench with a satisfied groan. True that third mutton leg might have been overdoing it a bit, but whatever they seasoned it with worked! Just the right amount of spice and so tender it almost melted before he could take a bite. He deposited the bone into a waste bin nearby and stood up with a stretch of his back and arms. ‘Now what?’ he thought to himself as he started down one of the crowded pathways. This had certainly been interesting so far, and he was curious what else was hiding amid the various tents and booths.

Seeing all of the Pokemon mingled into the crowd sent a pang of guilt through him. He wanted his partners to be out with him and enjoying the carnival, but there were just too many people. It would be asking for someone to get lost. Eventually he found himself in front of a wooden stage set up near the back of the pavilion where a line of logs was hanging vertically from ropes. They were suspended several feet apart and tied off so that they hung over the edge of the stage to gently sway over the bare ground. As he watched, a person had finished painting a white line around the middle of each log and walked off the stage. A line of humans each paired with a single Pokemon strode up the opposite stairs a minute later, each team taking a spot in front of one of the logs.

An announcer dressed in a bright tunic of alternating red and green stripes stepped forward and announced the rules of the game. Each Pokemon will have until the sand empties out of the hourglass in his hands to rend their chosen log into two or more pieces, and their human Handlers could only give verbal commands from where they stood a few feet back. There were five contestants and each one would have their chance before the hourglass was flipped and the next Pokemon was given their shot. The first Pokemon was a hovering Beedrill with its forelimb stingers held at the ready. The announcer set the hourglass onto a wooden podium and yelled for the first contestant to begin.

The Beedrill surged forward and tried to stab through the log with its forelimb, and promptly stuck fast. It was only able to pull free after almost a minute of frantic buzzing and struggling during which more than half the sand in the hourglass had slipped to the bottom. It shifted tactics and instead of stabbing head on, began making wide slashing motions with its stingers. The needle-sharp points dug gouges into the bark of the wood and splintered the soft inner pith until the bee was practically digging its way through the log. It was almost halfway through when the announcer shook a small bell in their hand to signify the end of the time limit.

Though the Beedrill hadn’t made it through in time, there was still a healthy smattering of applause for its efforts. The next Pokemon to step up was a small yellow Joltik almost dwarfed from sight by the size of the hanging log before it. The bell sounded and the hourglass turned, the electric spider hopped onto the suspended target and clambered up to the target line at the middle. From where Denzil stood it looked like it was trying to chew through the log. After a moment the people closest to the stage began to murmur loudly and point, just as the firsts wisps of smoke began to float off where the Joltik sat. The tiny insect had been pouring it’s stored electricity into the bark of the log and was steadily burning into the wood, which it would then dig out with its clawed feet. The bell sounded the end of the round shortly after the Joltik disappeared from few, popping its head out from the hole it had managed to scorch into the log and hopping down to the stage.A fair bit of laughter was mixed in with the clapping but there was applause all the same for the little bug.

The final three contestants went through fairly quickly. A Duoblade acted in tandem to chop at both sides of the log until it broke under its own weight and the bottom half fell to the ground in splintered heap. Their movements had been fluid and almost beautiful with the way their metal edges caught the light during its cutting dance. A stout Heracross was next and, after a long moment where it stood with one clawed hand on the log, it reared back and shattered the target line with one blow of its mighty horn. Bits of wood scattered over the crowd but if the cheering was any inclination, they weren’t bothered all that much. The final creature took a stance several feet away from its log and lowered its head slightly. It was an Absol, bearing its trademark black scythe. The bell rang, Denzil blinked, and it was gone. It had somehow reached the opposite end of the stage in the time it took him to turn his head, though the logs remained where they were. No sooner had he completed this thought that the bottom half of the log fell the ground, cut cleanly in two with a diagonal slice. The crowd roared its approval as the announcer marked Absol and its Handler as the winners. The event over, the crowd began to disperse for other attractions, Denzil included.

@RyoKnetegawa

--------------------
| PM || Email |
^
RyoKnetegawa
 Posted: Jul 5 2018, 09:47 PM
| Quote |


Experienced Handler
***
Members
Total Posts: 85
Member No. 2336
Joined on 23-March 17.


Characters:
Lucas O'Leery

Awards: None


Lucas sighed heavily as he shook his head sitting down at a trestle table. He had nothing more to do, he couldn’t locate the woman he sought, he couldn’t figure out just where she would’ve gone. He wanted her, that was her, he hadn’t seen her in near a decade and a half, maybe longer, but he knew her. She was alive, and from the look of the dress she was in, she was living a life worthy of her. No doubt her husband was rich, and well to do. Would she even want to see him? Would she want to see her criminal brother? Would she even remember him? From what he recalled he looked much more like his father than his mother. She had fled their father, shortly after their mother’s death, so would she even want to see someone who looked so much like him?

These were the questions that were asked of him, and he shook his head in annoyance standing up and moving towards a stall that offered food. He took two haunches of mutton, a tankard of wine, a loaf of bread and block of cheese. Taking his meal, he walked away towards a small park where a tree was shading a rough wooden bench. The tree he noticed was an apple tree, so he reached up to pluck a trio of plump apples. Now he decided that he would call out his team. Ashi was first, as was her right as his second. However, he was confused on the order that he would call them out in. He decided that he would call out Veteris next, then Lugus, Arito followed him, and finally Erecura. She was the last because she was the one who behaved the worst. Lucas smiled at his little group and pet all of them but Erecura who looked like she would’ve attacked him had he lay a hand upon her.

While Lucas didn’t really care about this and would’ve settled it himself, he knew well that Ashi would take it ill and she would likely attack. He wanted no more attacks made between Ashi and Erecura otherwise there would be nothing but useless bloodshed. Taking out a dagger Lucas cut up the second haunch of mutton taking some of it splitting it between Veteris, Ashi, and Arito. Of course, he gave Ashi the largest portion and the bone itself. He gave Veteris and Arito equal portions. The little bear pokemon had proven his worth when they had first met. He had just hatched, and he had put himself between Lucas and the madman known as Samson. He gave Lugus an apple knowing that he would prefer it. Finally, he looked to Erecura and held up the two remaining apples “One is for your good work on the lake in Navadia Crater. The other is for your meal today. You have been rewarded, do not let my good will go wasted.” He said speaking to the pokemon as if it could really understand it.

When he set the pair of fruit down in front of the little mole pokemon she was careful about how she would engage it. She sniffed at the apples before cutting into them with her claws and eating the slices with gusto. She did enjoy the meal. Lucas cut off part of the mutton hollowing out the loaf of bread tossing the insides towards a group of small bird pokemon. He stuffed the loaf of bread with cheese, and mutton filling it to bursting. Then he ate his makeshift sandwich leaning against the tree and watching the people go by. As he watched however, he saw an Absol and its owner walk past him. Absol, now there would be quite the prize. He wouldn’t sell a pokemon like that, but he would keep it using it to catch weaker and smaller pokemon.

Presently, he sighed shaking his head as he discarded the though. He needed stronger pokemon himself before he could hope to take such a prize as an Absol from anyone, or even a wild Absol. When he finished his meal, he gave Ashi the second bone from his own mutton haunch and nodded in approval. They had eaten well, and with full bellies he recalled them all starting with Erecura, and going in the opposite direction that he called them out in. When Ashi was left she had managed to eat all of her second bone before she looked up at him. He smiled petting her head “You have done well my dear. I am glad to see that we are keeping the peace, and Erecura is doing very well in our little pack now. At least she isn’t going to create many problems.” Ashi gave a soft series of barks to agree.

He recalled her last before he saw that a much larger tent had been erected. It was huge, and filling with people. Lucas looked up at the sky which was growing darker as twilight was nearing them. He decided that this giant tent was the best entertainment that he would be able to find, so he decided that he would go investigate the show. He made his way into the large tent with the rest of the crowd finding a seat and waiting for the show to begin.

@Amakiir

--------------------

Lucas O' Leery | Rogue
Profile | Travels |
Dev | Thread Tracker|PCR|Training

Team


| PM |
^
Amakiir
 Posted: Jul 8 2018, 11:22 AM
| Quote |


Houseplant Diglett
****
Members
Total Posts: 291
Member No. 1667
Joined on 22-June 14.


Characters:
Denzil Heath / Gwyn Elijah

Awards: 2




Denzil could swear he had heard barking before being ushered into the main tent by the sheer flood of an excited crowd. He gave a shrug and glanced about at what was to be the staging ground of the ‘main event’, as the criers kept calling out. Wooden stands had been erected along the tent’s boundaries and had rows of seats set onto them that climbed higher the further back someone sat. Everywhere had been painted in bright yellows and reds, with blue splashed here and there seemingly at random. Up above, nestled around the tent’s main support pole, was a small crow’s nest and a series of strung ropes going in all directions.

A thick smell of food, straw and people hung in the air. A round platform had been raised in the center of the floor and embossed with the Hitmontop sigil of the Circus in the middle. At the far back hung a red curtain trimmed in bright yellow. He noticed a small sign posted near the entrance as he was scanning for an open seat, stating in bold lettering that only one Pokemon was allowed out with a Handler while inside the main tent. He figured it was due to crowding, since some Pokemon could be downright massive and they didn’t want a literal fire fight starting in an enclosed space. He took a seat near the far left and, after politely shifting past a seated woman with dark hair, settled in to consider whom he would choose.

Pharus was immediately off the list, much as the Ghost might enjoy the show Denzil knew he wouldn’t be able to resist joining in and creating a bit of chaos for the sake of ‘fun’. Jacob was generally more interested in being outside, and Ruby might feel too confined in this space. Dorian would probably take any looks in his direction as a challenge and then those poison spines would become an issue. Denzil committed himself to making it up to the others and released the only Pokemon with him that he thought fit the current limitations. A Sneasel with mismatched eyes appeared in front of him a moment later and looked about with a wide yawn and even wider eyes.

Gemini eventually settled onto his lap after he explained what was going on and looked about so rapidly that her Handler worried she might hurt her neck. She pointed a claw towards a series of glowing lights near the back curtain and made a questioning sound. Denzil didn’t know what they were either, but gave her a smile and sat to wait for the show to begin. The lights began to grow bright and swirl into an expanding circle that eventually reached the walls of the tent, revealing them to be the blinking behinds of several Volbeat in flight. The circle tightened into a glowing ball over the center platform and scattered in all directions following a loud bang. As they departed, a single figure stood where they once grouped. Dressed is the same chaotic colors as the tent interior itself the person gave a bow to the crowd and projected their voice loudly. “Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, Pokemon of all species, to the greatest show in the land! We thank you for letting us be a part of your evening, and we hope you leave with a grand experience for ages to come. Let us, begin!” With a sweep of their arm the back curtain parted, and Denzil’s eyes went wide at the sight that emerged.

@RyoKnetegawa

--------------------
| PM || Email |
^
RyoKnetegawa
 Posted: Jul 9 2018, 12:53 AM
| Quote |


Experienced Handler
***
Members
Total Posts: 85
Member No. 2336
Joined on 23-March 17.


Characters:
Lucas O'Leery

Awards: None


The tent was in so many colors that it almost made Lucas dizzy. He really couldn’t understand why this was the way it was. Still, he supposed that it was colorful, and beautiful in its own fashion. There was nothing wrong with it at all. Lucas watched with enjoyment as the people filled the room. He couldn’t understand why they would stack themselves up like fish in this manner. He sat at the back of the wooden stands watching everything. The person next to him gave him enough space to be able to relax.

The smell of people and straw was thick in the air. The platform that was in the center was likely to be the center stage. He didn’t mind it at all so instead he simply let himself enjoy the air. He had noticed the sign that said his pokemon would be allowed to come out. He thought about it and pulled Lugus’ ball out. The little nincada was just a simple fun loving pokemon. He loved to see the world around him, but he wasn’t as stupid about it as Veteris. The only problem however was that he was slightly noisy. He let the little pokemon come out and he pat the little creature on the head “You can watch the show but be silent. I do not want you to cause problems.” It nodded its head but made no sounds and climbed up onto Lucas’ right shoulder.

The lights that entered the tent was interesting. Both Lucas and Lugus watched with the greatest of interest they could muster. At last Lucas knew what it was and smiled nodding his head. They were Volbeat in flight, and their lights were very good to see. He liked them, and they were nice insect pokemon, however, they were not incredibly valuable. With this in mind he just simply allowed them to go away. When the circle tightened into a glowing ball over the center platform he watched it carefully. Where they grouped up he was careful about watching them. He didn’t see the secret that allowed the man to appear on the stage yet, here was the ringmaster and he was clearly ready for the show to begin. Lucas watched as the back curtain parted and his eyes went wide with enjoyment.

From the curtain emerged four pyroars, two males and two females. Each group had a tamer of the same gender as them, and they held onto several giant hoops. Along with the man and woman was an espurr of opposite gender than their tamer. The tamers threw their rings into the air to be suspended by their psychic cats. They were lit a flame by the pyroar, and then the big dark/fire cats leapt through these fire bathed hoops. Again, and again, sometimes two in a row that were separated out by several feet. Then a trio, of three hoops all at once. They would leap with the grace of felines, and clearly were used to these tricks. When they weren’t leaping into the hoops or through them, then they would run around the outside of the ring breathing flames into the air, only to jump through a great rope that the tamers were skipping between the pair of them.

After a few minutes the tamers, espurr, and pyroar all met in the middle of the ring bowing deeply to the crowd to thunderous applaude. Lugus on Lucas’ shoulder chittered loudly with his enjoyment of the show and antics of the felines. They left the stage heading away towards the back curtain again giving up the stage to the next act.

@Amakiir

--------------------

Lucas O' Leery | Rogue
Profile | Travels |
Dev | Thread Tracker|PCR|Training

Team


| PM |
^
Amakiir
 Posted: Jul 10 2018, 08:46 PM
| Quote |


Houseplant Diglett
****
Members
Total Posts: 291
Member No. 1667
Joined on 22-June 14.


Characters:
Denzil Heath / Gwyn Elijah

Awards: 2




Denzil clapped loudly along with the crowd as the first act came to a close. Gemini, however, was torn between wonder at she had just seen and flinching back from the open flames. She looked up at him when Denzil placed a hand on her head, giving her a smile. She left his hand there for almost a full minute before deciding it was enough and brushing it aside. The Sneasel didn’t move from her spot on his lap, though, as the next act rolled out through the curtain. Three people, tightly coiled into human balls and garbed in singular colors each, literally rolled one after the other in a single file line.

Right behind them came two more people pushing a large seesaw painted in bright reds and yellows and set with wide standing platforms on each end. They set it near the center of the ring and stepped back out of sight just as the three rollers went up one end, and down the other to show that the board was solid. On the second pass over the board, one person in blue stopped in the middle while the other two in red and yellow respectively took up position on either end. As one they stood up and held their hands up to the crowd before facing one another. Red and Yellow alternated jumping on their end of the seesaw to propel the other higher and higher into the air, with Blue leaning in the center to give an extra push where needed. After several climbing jumps Red leaned forward into a loose flip and landing back on their feet.

The inertia carried Yellow up into the air where they kicked out with their left foot. The momentum brought them back into an almost lazy back flip before they, too, landed on the pad and launched Red back into the air. This continued with the pair making more and more elaborate flips, twists and spins. This carried on until Blue apparently grew tired of their role, because they began flipping from one end of the seesaw to the other whenever the person on that side was launched up. This effectively let Blue borrow some of the upward push to make their own sideways flips and spins along the board, in time with the efforts of Red and Yellow.

They must have been reaching the end of their act because the trio upped the stakes a moment later. Instead of a standing stunt like before, Yellow would use their launch to instead flip over to Red’s side of the seesaw. Red in turn would somersault to the spot Yellow just vacated, while Blue would jump upward into an aerial split to provide space for Red to move over. This cycle continued with Red and Yellow taking turns flipping over to the opposite side. Somewhere out of sight a drum beat was reaching its crescendo.

Red would jump straight up into a double flip over an extensive twisting spin, which Yellow would then mimic perfectly. This game of ‘anything you can do’ continued on while Blue had hopped onto a rough handstand at the center of the board. For their final respective launches, Red flipped to the front at the same instant that Yellow flipped to the back. The trio stood in a line and bowed to the crowd before, one by one, they coiled back into living balls and tumbled in a line back through the back curtain. The crowd erupted into cheers as they departed, and even as the noise died down soon after, attention was drawn to the top of the tent where apparently the next act was set to begin.

@RyoKnetegawa

--------------------
| PM || Email |
^
RyoKnetegawa
 Posted: Jul 12 2018, 08:59 PM
| Quote |


Experienced Handler
***
Members
Total Posts: 85
Member No. 2336
Joined on 23-March 17.


Characters:
Lucas O'Leery

Awards: None


Lucas watched very closely as the lions left and was happy to see them. Pyroar fetched a very, very high price at Dedrius place. He and his master had sold a Litleo for a small fortune and were happy with the haul. Of course, any fire pokemon were a welcome addition in Dedrius place. They had plenty of grass, bird, bug, and other such pokemon, but it was always in need of Fire-type pokemon. No sooner had they left, and Lucas’ thoughts had begun however he quickly saw that there were people rolling out from behind the curtains. He first thought they were Sandshrew, or Sandslash. He was wrong as he looked closely to see that they were people. They were humans tightly coiled into balls and were rolling by some magnificent force of body. Truly, it was a very impressive feat to say the least, and he was happy to know that people had such strength in their bodies.

The Seesaw that they rolled out on and balanced on he smiled widely. He could guess what they were going to do, but that didn’t mean that he wasn’t excited to see it. When the humans stood up and started to jump he almost jumped with them. He could Lugus on his shoulder rising up and rising down with the jumpers. His two front legs would leave Lucas’ shoulder and he would be balancing on his hind legs. It was very cute, and Lucas smiled as he caught it out of the corner of his eye, but he said nothing. There was nothing to say because he was adorable that he couldn’t say much.

The inertia carried Yellow up into the air where they kicked out with their left foot. The momentum brought them back into an almost lazy back flip before they, too, landed on the pad and launched Red back into the air. This continued with the pair making more and more elaborate flips, twists and spins. This carried on until Blue apparently grew tired of their role, because they began flipping from one end of the seesaw to the other whenever the person on that side was launched up. This effectively let Blue borrow some of the upward push to make their own sideways flips and spins along the board, in time with the efforts of Red and Yellow.

The flips, the tumbles, and the other such things that they made were very interesting. He was sure that there was much and more he didn’t understand in the art of flipping. However, these shows were perfectly capable of displaying the dexterity that someone was capable of having so long as they trained their body to this height. He wondered if he would be able to dedicate his body to such feats. Yet, he was far too old to start a new career now. Being a poacher was all that he knew. So, for now, he decided that he would just enjoy the show without worrying about what was, what could’ve been, or what will be.

The finally was grand indeed, and when the trio gave their bow Lucas cheered and clapped right along with everyone else. Once again Lugus who was all enthralled with the sight gave several chitters of joy. The next act however, was soon to follow and he smiled as he heard the hoofs out of the curtain raced a trio of fire, and a trio of lightning horses. A pair of Ponyta lead by a Rapidash, and a pair of Blitzle lead by a Zebstrika. Their riders were all the smallest most petite females that Lucas had ever seen. He couldn’t believe it himself, but he was enthralled at once. The Ponyta were glorious, he personally thought that his own Epona was far more beautiful than these Ponyta, but the Rapidash put all of the pokemon to shame. He spotted that it was a stallion, as was the Zebstrika, but the Ponyta, as well as the Blitzle were mares. Their riders started to do acrobatics. They would jump and flip through the air to land on their opposites’ horses, or they would stand on one-foot riding around the ring balancing on their foot, or hands, one even wrapped herself around her mount’s underbelly flipping onto it from the other side.

The two of the Rapidash and Zebstrika however were doing something even more interesting. They were juggling flaming torches, and swords between them as they rode around the ring faster than the Ponyta and Blitzle who rode smaller circles in the center of the ring almost running into the stage. Truly it was so spectacular that Lucas was at a loss for words. Then after several long minutes the horses stopped. The fire horses shot a wheel of flames into the air above the stage and a loud whinny sounded through the tumult of “ooohs” and “Aaaahs”. A grey flamed Rapidash leapt through the circle with a beautiful fair woman riding atop of it. It landed on the stage slowly lifting onto it’s hind legs it’s front legs taking up a kicking out position.

Upon seeing this steed Lucas shot to his feet in wonder. He had only heard tales from his master of Blue flamed Ponyta, and grey flamed Rapidash. He had seen oddly colored pokemon before true enough, but this was beyond anything he had ever seen. His eyes were as big as the full moon. He wanted this Rapidash, he wanted it more than he wanted anything ever before. Yet, he knew that if he tried to take this wonderfully beautiful pokemon then that would be the end of his life. Lugus chittered in his ear curiously, but he slowly sank down to his seat again. Thankfully he had been in the back row, so no one had been upset with him for standing up. Presently, he sat down and nodded his head in approval. The show was grand, and he couldn’t believe it cost him little and less. The riders all stood and gave a bow on the back of their mounts while their mounts seemed to do a bow of their own. They rode behind the curtain again.

@Amakiir

--------------------

Lucas O' Leery | Rogue
Profile | Travels |
Dev | Thread Tracker|PCR|Training

Team


| PM |
^
Amakiir
 Posted: Jul 16 2018, 12:13 AM
| Quote |


Houseplant Diglett
****
Members
Total Posts: 291
Member No. 1667
Joined on 22-June 14.


Characters:
Denzil Heath / Gwyn Elijah

Awards: 2




It was not an understatement to claim that an off-color Pokemon was a rarity, and to see one in a Circus troupe was nothing short of surprising. The roar of the crowd was almost deafening as the majestic creatures and their riders departed back through the curtains. Denzil pulled Gemini down from his shoulders where she had insisted she balance after seeing the equines carrying their humans. There was a short intermission during which Denzil exited the tent with the intention of relieving himself. Gemini waited outside the outhouse set up in a row with others until he finished, and they found themselves back in their seats. In the time they had been gone, a large slab of stone had been set onto the ground in the middle of the big tent.

There was a small figure standing on top of it that he couldn’t identify right away, until a light shone from a top corner of the tent and illuminated the impromptu stage. It was a Tyrogue, kneeling with its fists resting on the stone slab beneath it. It stood and bowed to the crowd with a look of fierce concentration on its face. It turned down to the slab at its feet and cocked back one of its fists. It closed its eyes and took a deep breath that seemed to transfer to the crowd, as it fell into a quiet hush. With a mighty yell and a swift downward strike, the Tyrogue cracked the slab into four large chunks in one blow. It rose and gave another bow before departing through the curtain. A few people gave uncertain claps at the short act until more Fighters emerged from the back area.

Several Machoke stepped forward and began flexing at the crowd, while a Hitmonlee and Hitmonchan stood back and began to perform a simple warmup routine. Whatever they were planning to do seemed to involve the pieces of stone slab as they had yet to be cleared away. Each of the Machoke grabbed up one of these pieces and hefted it over their heads, holding it there so that it formed a flat platform. The two Hitmons each hopped up onto a slab piece opposite each other and bowed. The Lee then snapped out a kick that sailed over the Chan’s head when it ducked down. The Chan responded by giving a short jab from its right fist, then its left, which the Lee avoided by swaying from side to side. They leapt back from each and landed on different slab pieces held up by the Machoke.

Denzil was beginning to understand what he was seeing. The slab was broken not only to showcase the Tyrogue, but to provide these two with a moving battleground to spar on. The Hitmons never touched the ground and instead bounded from the slabs hefted around by the Machoke, who seemed to be enjoying the attention as they held the heavy rocks above their heads. Each punch, each kick was blocked, dodged or parried in a choreographed dance of sorts until the two finally made contact. Mega Punch met Mega Kick and the resulting shockwave sent the material of the tent fluttering as though it were in a heavy storm.

Each settled into a crouched stance and held their positions. From the draw of the crowd this looked to be the finale of their showcased abilities. The two Pokemon practically blurred forward until they came within striking distance of one another, where they then seemed to slow in the air before impact. In that moment Denzil saw why this was saved for last. Enveloped around the Lee’s leg was a wreath of crackling flames, which came to crash against the ice-bound Chan’s fist. The resulting crash filled the area with steam that blanketed the center from view and left a sheen of moisture on everything it touched. When it cleared, the stone slabs had been layered into a short pyramid with the two Hitmons on the top, Tyrogue in the front and the Machoke ringing around them. Each gave a bow and left back through the curtain with the Machoke carrying their slabs with them.

Ok that, was impressive. he thought as he clapped until his hands ached. The showcase had been relatively short but that did not detract from the energy put into it or the obvious experience of the two sparring Pokemon. By the time the crowd was finally simmering down a person was once more standing in the center ring garbed in the Circus colors. “It is grand that you are all enjoying our show this day, and we thank you for sharing it with us! We’ve got enough time for one more act before we light up the night sky, outside!” They stepped back through the curtain with a bow and was gone. Denzil settled into his seat for the last act, and even Gemini seemed to be paying attention for once.

@RyoKnetegawa

--------------------
| PM || Email |
^
RyoKnetegawa
 Posted: Yesterday at 01:33 am
| Quote |


Experienced Handler
***
Members
Total Posts: 85
Member No. 2336
Joined on 23-March 17.


Characters:
Lucas O'Leery

Awards: None


Lucas couldn’t believe that this circus had obtained such a beautiful pokemon, couldn’t believe that they had found a rarity like a blue-flame Ponyta, and then trained it well enough to evolve it. He thought about Epona, his beloved little Ponyta. Despite her being mostly his mount, he had to give it to her. She was fearless, she had approached him with both Ashi, and Veteris out and shown no hesitation. She had proven easy to mount thankfully, but that was likely due to her training, and now that she belonged to Lucas he found that she was very affectionate to him. Still, he could imagine her mane with the blue flames instead of the traditional flames that she bore. It was a wonderful image, and he knew that she deserved those flames. He didn’t notice the intermission that happened because he was simply lost in his own thoughts. He saw the slab of stone in the center of the ring and was curious about it.

The Tyrogue on the top of the slab was interesting, and Lucas wondered just what the little fighting pokemon would do. He well knew about the skill of fighting pokemon, he also well knew that tyrogue were far stronger than their little body made them appear to be. His master had used such little pokemon to carry heavy inventory to Dedrius and even Bernard had used them as workers to move large trees that he had felled when he was a lumberjack. Watching it crack the great stone slab into the four large chunks was astounding. He didn’t think that such a thing was possible and yet the evidence was right there before his very eyes. Truly, he was impressed by it, and couldn’t deny that with such a pokemon himself he would never again have trouble moving things.

When the Machoke appeared and began to flex Lucas again felt a tinge of memory stirring in the back of his mind. He shook his head in annoyance to try and dislodge the memory. Lugus looked to him and ran a leg along his cheek giving concerned clicks. He smiled and pet the little creature’s head “No need for that little one. I am doing just fine. Watch the show.” He said gesturing to the Ring where a hitmonlee and chan had appeared. They were all doing some warmups at first, but then things got interesting. The Machoke grabbed up one piece each holding them up as platforms. When the hitmons hopped onto the slabs one on either facing each other they began to fight a mock battle.

The moving dance that was going on in the ring was amazing. It was as if they were watching a real fight, the kicks, the punches, the leaps all of it was meant to do something interesting, but to also clearly show that they were fighting. Really, it was astounding and Lugus was also enjoying the sight of it. Then mega kick met mega punch and there was a shockwave that almost tumbled off of his master’s shoulder. He watched it with great interest and he was indeed shocked.

The kick and the punch of ice and fire was so intense that Lucas leaned forward watching with great attention for what he was seeing. Truly nothing could be so spectacular, but sure enough the steam that engulfed the whole of them was a good distraction for them to assemble a pyramid of the stones and the hitmons with Tyrogue were on the top with the machoke arranged around them all bowing off. They gathered up the stones and then moved out of the ring without any other grand standing of any kind.

The act that came out was a series of psychic pokemon. The espurr pair from earlier, a kadabra, a meditate, and a spoink. The group came out into the ring, and they were ready to perform. They used their psychic powers to juggle various things, knives, swords, and flaming torches. The Espurr took it one step further and stood on giant colorful balls walking them around the ring as they used their powers to juggle things into the influence of their fellow performers. Several of the swords looked like they were close to sinking into some of the performers, and it was only by the narrowest of margins that they missed. Truly, the spectacle was grand if not a bit frightening.

The Kadabra made some of the items disappear only to reappear above one of it’s fellows surprising the crowd, but the psychic pokemon were clearly used to this bit of antics as they merely added the item into their own juggling tumble before throwing another at the big psychic pokemon. Then at the end they stabbed the knives, swords, and torches into the ground in a tight ring around them. An explosion of smoke came as soon as the last sword was in it’s place. The ringmaster appeared in the circle as the smoke cleared and the psychic pokemon along with the other performers filled the ring bowing to the crowd. The ring master smiled as he stood up pulling his tall hat off of his head giving another bow before standing up once more “Now, we shall light up the night sky!!” several sections of the tent roof slid back rapidly to reveal the night sky. Lucas recalled Lugus to his ball and watched as fireworks of a brilliant array of colors filled the night sky.

Lucas was happy to see it yes, but at the same time he wanted to be away. He had seen enough, and had enjoyed himself, but time was money, and he needed money sorely. So with that he headed out towards his hunting grounds around the Edgewood Sea.

Ending post for Lucas O’Donnel
@Amakiir

--------------------

Lucas O' Leery | Rogue
Profile | Travels |
Dev | Thread Tracker|PCR|Training

Team


| PM |
^
1 User(s) are reading this topic (1 Guests and 0 Anonymous Users)
0 Members:
Share this topic:
« Next Oldest | Seaway City & Maritime | Next Newest »

| Options |Pages: (2) 1 2  | Add Reply || New Topic || New Poll |


 


 


RNG & Word Counter


Scrolling Affiliates & Listings
War Is Brewing
PokéFiends Living the Dream: a Pokemon RPG Mutant Revolution Online BTM affiliates Pokemon: Forever Forgotten deep in the meadow {warriors}


CODE
Skin designed by Daniel of Outline. Gen 6 Pokemon sprites from Smogon. Gen 7 Pokemon sprites from smogon.