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Pokémon Dubstep (ft. Lindsey Stirling)
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elcome Adventurer to EPOCH! A Pokemon Sandbox Rp set in the original region of Nue. Everything you need to know will be in the Guidebook and PokeDex 101!
EPOCH uses the Manga and is built on the Original ideas suggested by our members.
We are more than just a Pokemon RP, we're a friendly community with a goal on being a memorable experience for those that look in.
Golden Rule: Treat others as you wish to be treated. If you find yourself content with being an asshole EPOCH and its members will not tolerate you.
RULES
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EPOCH is PG-13. Proboards’ Terms of Service:
Sex; When you get under the clothes, fade to black.
Violence; Do not go into extreme nauseating detail.
Cursing; This is so fucking allowed, but don't go overboard.
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In her home region all her traveling had been done either on foot or on the back of Tybalt, her Arcanine, but never by boat. This foreign method of traveling was interesting to say the least. As Bianca's folded arms leaned against the white railing and she stared out over the glistening ocean, the boat floated slowly over the great water in a casual and lazy fashion, completely ignorant to the anticipation Bianca was feeling that begged the contraption to drift toward land faster. Everyone she'd spoken to had assured her that getting to Orre by boat was the most efficient way to go, however all while standing on the massive ship's deck her mind continued to wonder if this really was the quickest way to go. It sure as hell didn't feel like it.
Heaving a heavy sigh Bianca slumped her shoulders a little in annoyance, lifting one of her hands to her cheek to support her head as she put her upper weight on one arm. It was times like these where Bianca's lack of patience really seemed to shine through.
After spending a couple more moments boredly glaring out at the gap between them and the port in the distance, Bianca pushed herself off the railing and spinned around, this time leaning her backside on the railing and facing the other passangers on deck. Humans and pokemon of all ages were scattered across the open space, children running back and forth playing games with each other and their pokemon while the adults lingered around the hot tub and bar decorated to match the "Tiki" theme they had going on throughout the ship, shooting the breeze with one another and the odd flirtation being thrown someone's way. She guessed that the majority of the guests on here were heading to Orre for vacation.
Bianca was not one of those guests.
As a matter of fact, Bianca was likely to be here for a lengthy amount of time. How long, exactly? Long enough that she made sure to bring all of the neccessary belongings she used to survive back in her home region, including items such as her tent, first aid kit, canned goods, all in all pretty much the standard camping equipment. After quitting her job back home there was little cash flow at the moment for her to waste what money she had on hotels and apartments, not that she even lived in one to begin with. The girl traveled far too much to settle her nest in one place for too long.
So, as the girl waited to reach port and explore her surroundings a little, she people watched, studying the actions and faces of guests on board with mild interest. But it did little solve her impatience.
Gem buzzed excitedly in her ear, humming about this flower or that plant. Charlotte honestly wished the future vespiquen would behave in a manner more befitting a queen (and, therefore, the pokemon’s owner), but this was their first gig on a trip so she would give the honey gathering pokemon a break.
”Calm down,” she tutted, raising her shades. Sure, it was still mid-winter and the boat wasn’t exactly sunny Hoenn bound, she liked to enjoy the tropical vibe they tried to drum up as much as possible. Gem fluttered around Charlotte, red jewel on the central head glittering like the ocean. ”It’s our last day on this boat. Let’s just chill, okay?” There wasn’t anyone around her currently that was listening to her beyond her pokemon, despite the crowd she pushed through. She prefered it this way. While she could stand it because it got her to her goal of riches and fans, catering to the public wore on her nerves.
Lying wasn’t as easy as she could make it seem, though she supposed if it was easy, everyone would do it. They might even do it to her. That wasn’t tolerable. She was the boss; no one lied to the boss!
When Gem went off to commune with the other bug type pokemon that were scattered around the boat, Charlotte breathed out a sigh. There really wasn’t anything for her to do. The bar wouldn’t admit her, the hot tub presented an image too ‘scandalous’ for her innocent-precious-child public image to be tarnished by, and she really didn’t feel like playing with the other children. Of course, if they asked, she would, because who wouldn’t love an idol that spent time with the kids? Still, there had to be something better to do.
She sighed, pulling at her thigh high to unconsciously check the elasticity of this pair. She was glad she always kept extras; she ran through these babies quicker than a budew through water. ”I could always go back to working on songs...” Of course, that would be when tall, dark, and bishoujo caught her eye. Bianca was obviously a beautiful woman. She was toned, tall, and a redhead. Charlotte begrudged the fact that she had made herself known on the boat. What she would have given if for but one chance to but flirt with Bianca away from the prying public eye.
In retrospect, Charlotte wondered if it would have been easier for her to act as a rebellious idol. The idea was trashed, as it always was; she didn’t like the “I’m trying way to hard” punk style very much.
In the end, Charlotte decided she had little to lose. She noticed Gem coming back her way, then made eye motions toward Bianca. The combee, ever her partner in crime, took the hint and floated over toward Bianca.
What was when Charlotte took to power walking after her combee. ”Gem! Did she invite you over?” the fourteen-year-old called out with a saccharine voice. She would stop about six inches from Bianca. Gem hovered just beyond the railing, on the other side of Bianca. ”I’m sorry... she’s a little flighty.” The youth would bat her eyelashes as she apologized, hoping that it would have some effect on the grown-stinkin’-woman. Kid was lookin’ for cougars or something, seriously.
Although some might find it to be intrusive and rude, Bianca had started eavesdropping on the conversations of those around her, quietly coasting through the various exchanges taking place between those on board for her own source of entertainment. After all, it would only be a problem if anyone noticed, right? Besides, it wasn't like their was much else to do on this damn ship.
She began by zeroing in on two male children eating cold cut sandwiches their mothers had given them. Happily the pair devoured the stereotypical lunch snack, every once in a while slipping one of the kids' Growlithe a piece under the table which managed to draw a small chuckle from Bianca's lips. It made her think of when she too would 'accidentally' drop pieces of food on the floor for Tybalt to suck up like a Hoover vacuum. It took a good couple months before her grandmother finally caught on to what she was doing and Tybalt's source of table munchies was cut off. Oh, the begging looks Bianca received from the poor pup afterward. At least now she could freely give him a piece of steak without being struck in the back of the head with an open palm.
Ahh, good times.
"My Growlithe could SO beat your Poochyena in a race!" One of them exclaimed in a matter-of-factly tone, seemingly answering a statement the other had said before along the lines of competition.
"OH YEAH? I'll bet my cupcake I win!" The other bravely declared.
Eight and they were already gambling away their prized possessions. This generation of kids were hilarious. If Bianca were in his shoes at that age she probably would have just kicked the other kid in the shins and sauntered off, cupcake in hand and juice box hanging out of her mouth proudly. She was quite the handful as a child.
Just as it seemed things were about to get interesting between the two children, a sudden buzzing sound nearby snapped the redhead's attention to the rest of her surroundings, eyes flitting sharply until resting on that of a curious bug type encroaching on her personal space. Raising a brow she watched as the Combee floated over beside her and the yelling of what she assumed to be the pokemon's trainer soon followed the appearance of the unexpected visitor. While the pokemon on its own didn't really bother the girl all that much, it was the fact that a person was attached to the creature's company that made Bianca internally sigh. So much for listening to other peoples' conversations... it seemed she'd have to tolerate one of her own.
The face that matched the voice calling for the Combee was that of a pampered looking tween. Her outfit and hair were neatly matched and vibrant, while her face was accented with a splash of gloss on her lips and what she assumed to be a thin layer of mascara coating the girl's eyelashes. The young stranger appeared to be wealthy. But, then again, this was a ship that held all sorts of individuals on board, so it really wasn't much of a surprise to see someone from the richer spectrum of life wandering the deck. For all Bianca knew one of the children from before came from privileged families. Nonetheless the girl approached Bianca apologetically, gesturing to the Combee lingering about her left side.
Bianca shrugged nonchalantly. "Eh, it's fine. I don't mind all that much so long is it isn't flinging honey at me or anything." Her voice was even, almost lacking any sort of emotion despite the slight joke in her statement.
Suddenly Bianca felt something wrap tightly around her leg which momentarily put her on edge from the sudden restraint imposed onto her. But upon looking down and seeing who it was, the sharpness and surprise in here eyes softened. It was her Zangoose. Exhaling the shock out of her system she shot Gatorade a warm smile, the show of affection returned to Bianca with the toddler's own toothy grin. Probably got tired of playing with the others. Bianca guessed. He was a bit more of an introvert than most pokemon his age.
The redhead wasn't exactly Charlotte's type, it seemed. She was rather even kilter. A good head meant there was little chance of seduction and with that realization, Charlotte minded to keep her show of stupid-innocent-precious-kid up. Her interest was all but gone now that she knew there was approximately zero chance of even tricking the other woman into anything Charlotte would be interested in.
Oh, what she wouldn't give to be a bit older and a boy. A little bat on the butt from one of those and everyone would say "it's just boys being boys", but if she did it, it had to mean something. Couldn't she just enjoy the... well, they weren't beautiful in the same manner an orchid was beautiful, but close. Quite close, if one considered the real, sinister, vile nature of the whole orchid clan's breeding system.
"No, she shouldn't fling honey," Charlotte assured, making sure to add some tone in her voice as if the whole idea were ridiculous to her and the humor had completely flown over her head. In fact, the youth thought the joke was poor, but it was perhaps better for the tall stranger to assume that Charlotte was stupider than she was rude. Well, that philosophy put Pokedot in her pocket, anyway, so she would stick to it.
The combee quickly flew back to her own trainer as Gatorade returned, the bee-like pokemon aware that even if the zangoose was as untrained as it was by some bizarre stroke of luck that the honey gathering bug type was simply hugely outclassed by the long clawed creature.
Real fear filled Charlotte for a minute, though, being the excellent actress she was, she channeled it into ignorant confusion. 'You're from Sinnoh, remember? That pokemon is... hm, what is it? Hoennian? I think...' Charlotte took a step back, but not quite enough to be dramatic. She was careless with her foot as she was aware that the more clumsy she seemed the more it would seem as if she were actually startled and ashamed of being so.
She was not ashamed of being startled. She was ashamed that she hadn't noticed the zangoose coming. Pitiful. She was certainly living up the whole 'empty headed' aspect of an idol. Mentally, she berated herself. The draggy ranger had warned her about letting others get the jump, hadn't he?
"Um, that's a zangoose, right?" Charlotte asked after the split second ordeal passed. She examined him, noting his colors. He was shiny. Quite honestly she considered it a waste of breeding effort or money for a shiny spritz to use it on a zangoose. They were a bit fierce to try to appeal to the exotic beauty thing and the coloration on him now was slightly too silly with blue, white, and red on him to any longer appeal to a sense of toughness. Besides, now that Charlotte really looked, he appeared to be clinging to the woman's leg.
Though none of this pass over her tongue or her face, she mentally dismissed him as a pitiful creature; a strong, but pitiful one.
"You must be a trainer, huh? From Hoenn?" she babble, more so hoping perhaps that this bishoujo beauty would either dismiss her with a sharp comment or would continue to play the chatting game. Charlotte didn't mind social rules as long as no one tried to play the quiet, "I'm dark and mysterious game". Quite frankly, it pissed her off to no end.