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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.
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Sex; When you get under the clothes, fade to black.
Violence; Do not go into extreme nauseating detail.
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It was all according to plan, and it was the first time that Kanto would have seen the Team Rocket uniform in a long time. The Johto Rockets had kidnapped a promising up and coming businesswoman of the ATS, hoping that she would rejoin the Team that she worshiped... "in her youth". The grunts they had gotten for the job were naturals at their position and acted well as bullies. They swarmed the ATS office in Saffron, holding up the businesswoman until they had her join the team again, giving the profit of the company to their team.
She had one of the grunts beat her down to make it even more realistic. "Little did they know", however, that Warlock, her Alakazam had teleported the rest of the staff away from the attacked ATS station. Knowing him, he would go to the only person that Claire knew who could be reliable in hopes of saving her. Warlock knew to find her around the Pewter area near the training grounds.
All that teleporting was wearing down the Abra that had come with him. The Abra hovered over hunched and breathed heavily. Warlock left him in the care of fleeing employees as he went around to search for Izumi. He then recalled that she had a psychic of her own and hoped the Pokemon was unballed. Trying to reach Momo with his mind, he pictured her during the training sessions that Nora and Izumi had together. Once the connection would be established, he would try to teleport to their location and give them the horrifying news.
Post by Izumi Yamamura on Jan 1, 2014 5:40:06 GMT -5
She was wondering just where the hell Claire was; and why she hadn’t showed up for their next training session—she was right there, at the same area where they last met; and was now anxiously pacing around. It shouldn’t take her this long to get out of work now, right? She thought, noticing that the afternoon was wearing on and that it was just simply a waiting game at this point. Over in one corner of the “grounds” was Momo, her Gardevoir—who had still been unable to come to terms with what had happened recently. She knew that her ‘mother’ was going through a very rough time, and much as she tried to cheer her up—how could she do that if her ‘father’ was no longer on the face of the world; and was now back in Hoenn, buried in a lonely corner of Lavaridge?
“V-voir, gardevoir?” she heard Momo ask, looking at her approach as a long arm reached out to try and comfort her ‘mother’. Even if she knew that on the outside she appeared to take things and go on as normal, deep inside she was still a mess. “Oh. Hi Momo,” she said feebly, looking up at her from the vision only her right eye could temporarily offer—as her left eye was still concealed under an eye patch; and the black eye was still swelling painfully. Her right arm was still in its cast; but at this time there were scrawls all over it—coming mostly from family and friends back home, wishing her a speedy recovery—and secretly, consoling her as well. “What’s up?” she asked, kicking a rock around, trying to formulate strategies—when she felt the hairs on the back of her neck prickle—what was that weird sensation in the air?
At that same moment, the Gardevoir was assaulted with images of something that was happening in Saffron—what the hell was this?! Amidst all the chaos, she could pick out Claire, being taken away by—“Voir! Voir, gardevoir!” she quickly chanted, flailing her arms out of panic, trying to get her mistress alerted by what was happening. At that exact same time, a familiar-looking ‘mon had appeared, along with something that didn’t look unfamiliar (it was an Abra accompanied by an Alakazam) and then she turned on the spot, and the Gardevoir quickly flailed its arms in the direction of the “familiar face”, trying to make it relay what it had just seen to her “mother”, a.k.a. Izumi.
“Wait a second… what the—?” she trailed off, before she heard an unfamiliar voice talking inside her mind. You’re Izumi, correct?
“Y-yes…?” she said, but then realized that the bigger version of Abra wasn’t talking, and then focused on her mind instead. Yes? What’s the problem? Where’s your mistress?
She’s been taken. We have been busy getting employees of Atlas out of the Saffron area—yet we do not know where the mistress is! Some people in black came and made a mess out of everything—can you come and help?! She heard the voice in her mind—and she immediately sprang to her feet and whistled to call Momo’s attention. “Come on, let’s go!” she shouted, and watched as the graceful Embrace ‘mon floated over and quickly took her hand, and in her mind, she said, take us there, now! while trying not to panic at the same moment.
The little Abra then extended its reach of its teleportation towards the two, and Izumi felt the weirdest sensation spread out all over her person—and the area of Mount Moon vanished, to be replaced by the hustle and bustle of Saffron City—it was a mess at the place where they’d reappeared! “What the hell!?” she shouted, looking at the chaos that was happening—where was she?! “Claire? CLAIRE?!” she shouted again, looking around to see the wreckage of the Teleportation services not too far away. “Voir, gardevoir!” she heard her companion mutter, quickly rushing forward as well, following her ‘mother’ as Izumi ran towards the chaos, hoping that Claire was alright!
In his travels, no matter to what far corners of the Earth the winds carried him, Leon made a point to keep diligent, almost compulsive tabs on his contacts in the criminal underworld. If, while journeying through the deserts of Orre, a Rocket in Viridian City so much as sneezed while wearing his uniform, then Leon stood at least a decent chance of hearing about it. Of course, he knew better than anyone that the information passed along through this overcomplicated grapevine typically proved little better than hearsay or idle chatter among the general populace. Bad information, oftentimes planted by the criminals themselves in an attempt to entrap or stifle their pursuers, presented a very real threat to even the most extensive networks. Even so, a man of sound reasoning and habitual meticulousness stood a good chance of knowing about the big events with some small buffer of time. The more people one involved in a given plan, after all, the greater the chance that one of them would let slip some key location, time, or name; this was a simple matter of logistics.
Leon Jaeger tried very hard to be one of these rational, meticulous men who kept his ear close to the ground in the best of times, and so it came as something of a surprise when news of the grand kidnapping of a very important young go-getter in the business world with barely enough time to hightail it back to Saffron City. Team Rocket's disconcertingly low profile had him convinced that their next heist would be one on par with the takeover of the Silph Company so many years ago - the sort that involved dozens of operatives on each link in the chain of command. So, while their "triumphant return" to center stage hardly turned Leon's world upside-down, the fact that they showed up on such short notice gave him quite a start. Further, by all indications, they kept a vastly tighter leash on their information than they used to. It was almost as though leadership of the syndicate had switched hands altogether...but how could that be in what had once been a family-owned organization?
He gave it no thought, for he had no time to do so. Besides, at this moment, all that floated through his head amounted to little more than baseless conjecture; the business district of Saffron City was what deserved his full attention. So he walked with hurried stride in search of anything out of the ordinary. Fortunately, he need not hide the sense of urgency which consumed the better part of his persona. The world of business, after all, was a fast-paced one where a man seldom afforded himself the luxury of an aimless stroll between offices. In truth, save for his informal manner of dress, Leon looked right at home with his proud, strong shoulders and look of stoic intensity. What set him apart and attracted more than one suspicious glance was the fact that he, at all times, kept his hand hovering mere centimeters away from Esper's Pokeball. As far as he knew, everyone currently walking the brightly lit streets did so at their own peril, and Leon felt it his duty to protect them in whatever way he could.
This dreary, heavy-hanging cloud nonetheless had a small silver lining, however. The people of the ATS's Kanto Branch, looking disheveled and fearful as only a victim of Team Rocket could, scurried from their office building frantically. Sure enough, the building itself gave signs of disarray, from its spotty, at times flicking lights to the occasional silhouette visible for just a split-second in one of the windows. Leon hurried up to the first employee who crossed near his path, a woman on the verge of sobbing hysterics who clutched an empty clipboard as though it alone stood between her and certain death. The Trainer stopped her, softened his expression while taking care to sacrifice none of its resolve, and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Calm down, I'm here to help." He said slowly and confidently. "What can you tell me?"
The woman took several deep breathes and steadied herself. "R-Rockets. They're back. Said they were after one of our CEOs." She went on to tell him the name of the employee and her last known location within the building. The businesswoman spoke of the syndicate with great reverence; Leon could hardly blame her. In all likelihood, this woman had been scarcely out of college when the takeover of the Silph Company occurred. She undoubtedly saw the reports on every news station able to send out a broadcast, and tales of the Rockets' cruelty and dastardly ambitions had doubtless reached her ears. "I see. Thanks very much. I'm going in." Leon nodded, patted her once on the shoulder, and sped off into the building without so much as another word. This isn't their usual style. This girl must have something they're after, or else ties to the organization.
Leon flung the door open with one hand and threw Esper's Pokeball with the other. As expected, the entire building seemed to have been consumed by utter chaos. He surveyed his environment, itself rife with overturned potted plants, scattered papers, and abandoned computers still displaying some spreadsheet or another. "Alright, Rockets, playtime's over!" He said, looking straight into the first camera he could find. Leon, of course, assumed that they had commandeered the security room and watched its monitors carefully. "When I find Claire, she'd damn well better be unharmed!"
The first thing Leon would see is a familiar face... well, at least half of one. He would recognize one of the two idiots who were "hunting fossils" .
"Awwwww #$%&! You again!?"
"You know this chump?" said another.
"Yeah! I don't know the girl, though! We gotta call for back up!!"
If Leon were to have done his homework on the uniforms of the various Team Rocket organizations, these men were specifically from the Neo Rocket movement in Johto. All Izumi would see were about three uniformed men in half-masks raising their Pokeballs warily as a fourth rushed into the back in order to inform the others of the strong trainers they managed to attract from their attack.
One of them reached for an earpiece inside of his mask, trying to get in contact with someone.
Which just left the two, one shaking in his boots in front of Leon and the other looking at Izumi and her dear Momo.
"This is bad..." the second one said.
The first man threw out his Vileplume in front of Leon. The second man hesitated for a moment before bringing out an Arbok in front of Izumi. The second man seemed very flustered, but not really scared as the first one. The "fossil" Rocket was two seconds away from crapping himself.
