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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
Understand We're All Human. Respect the staffers as well as your fellow members and guests. We all have flaws, tempers and quirks. Be patient with one another, but if issues involving other members come up please don’t just grin and bear it. Contact a staff member, informing them of what's going on so they can address and resolve the situation. The staff won't know what's bothering you unless you tell them.
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.
Suggestive Content; In avatars, signatures and templates can attract the wrong kind of attention. So be careful.
"Dear participant, your dinner and date are ready at Ecruteak City. All expensiveness are paid, please enjoy your night out!"
Tommy received the invite sometime after the sun went down. He stared at it for several blocks as he walked through the streets of Ecruteak. He never went to this place before and, he only hoped that the food wasn't terrible. After all, that's all this was about. He wasn't there to meet some "date". He was there to eat and maybe piss off his company. He grinned, laughing mentally at the confusion he could cause. If only he was still a girl.
He shook the thought out of his head. He really didn't want to be a girl again. But it would be hilarious. "I'm sorry, I'm a lesbian," he said to himself. He laughed a little harder this time and took a deep breath when he was done. Stopping in front of the store, he looked inside. He didn't see anyone he recognized so that was a good thing. He walked into the store and walked past the front desk person. He simply held up the invite and didn't bother stopping. Making his way around the enitre store at least once, he found an empty table and sat down.
"Time for my free food," he said. He made a mental note to mostly ignore his partner. All he had to do was pig out and leave. Done and done. Best date ever.
Post by Zernebog Romanov on Feb 11, 2014 9:25:33 GMT -5
Rise Rebel Resist
I'm the one of the freaks, the faggots, the geeks, the savages, rouges, rebels, dissident devils, artists, martyrs, infidels...
{ tags: Tommy Oliver }{ words 424 }{ short notes: chaos }
Dear participant, your dinner and date are ready at Ecruteak City. All expensiveness are paid, please enjoy your night out!
Sometimes, Zernebog had to wonder if he was subconsciously a masochist deep inside. Why else would he subject himself to this again? Granted, what happened during the last blind date was pretty good… but only because he had the leeway to plan it all and not stick to the same generic things that most people went out on dates. Not just any generic practice too but the most generic one of them all- the restaurant dinner date.
Well, mostly the same thing. For some bizarre reason, the organizers never thought of giving them some kind of flower to give to their supposed blind date for the night. He expected better from people from Johto, who were some of the most traditional people he had ever seen. And that was saying something considering that he lived with a bunch of archaeologists in an isolated place up the mountains in Sinnoh for over half of his life.
Still, he supposed that he should try to stay optimistic despite getting a very bad feeling about this. And yet he couldn’t even flash the receptionist a smile as he flashed his invite at her, causing her to get a nervous twitch for some strange reason. Her nervous twitch didn’t stop her from responding though.
“Table 5. The other person is already there, sir.” She said without a stutter.
”Thank you.” Zernebog replied drolly as he walked past the receptionist and placed the invite back into his dinner jacket.
What little remained of his good mood completely evaporated once he had found his table. There was a young guy seated at his table, which only meant one thing for the organizers.
Someone is going to die tonight. Zernebog mentally cracked his knuckles. No. That would be a mercy. I am going to torture them with Erebus by my side. Slowly and painfully.
Well, it was time to face the music. Without further ado, Zernebog plopped himself into his seat without bothering to introduce himself and simply ignored the presence of the other occupant. Hopefully he wasn’t the annoying type or he might be forced to recreate what he had done with a former co-worker of his over a year ago in that one casino, only with more blood and less fire.
And hey, maybe if they ignored each other then this wouldn’t be so bad. After all, free food was still free food no matter what.
Post by Tommy Oliver on Feb 12, 2014 19:37:31 GMT -5
Tommy was well into reading the menu before his date arrived. He planned to do little talking and just eat and leave. Hopefully, his companion wouldn't be like Yumi. He shuddered at the thought, remember his week as a girl. He sighed, putting the menu dow and looked around the place. He wanted his date to just show up already. That way, it would be over faster.
However, the phrase 'Be careful what you wish for' isn't just a random saying. It had a very important meaning. A white haired male sat across from him. He didn't say anything, leaving Tommy to raise his eyebrow in confusion. He looked around the diner again and then back at the mystery person.
This wasn't his date right? He hoped this wasn't his date. Holy shit. If this is my date... He didn't finish his thought. Only because he wasn't exactly sure what he would do. Hurting the staff would be too simple. They would ban him from the place and heal their injuries. He needed something that would do long lasting damage. Oh well. He would think of something eventually.
He was kinda glad that this person wasn't talking. All he wanted to do was eat after all. It wasn't everyday that he got free meals. So he didn't mind. So long as nothing awkward happened.
Post by Zernebog Romanov on Feb 15, 2014 4:08:57 GMT -5
Rise Rebel Resist
I'm the one of the freaks, the faggots, the geeks, the savages, rouges, rebels, dissident devils, artists, martyrs, infidels...
{ tags: Tommy Oliver }{ words 237 }{ short notes: chaos }
Zernebog glanced up at the ceiling and chanced a small grin. This one wasn’t some chatty smart aleck, annoying do-gooder, or overly-judgmental average joe. Thank Arceus for small favors. Maybe he can actually enjoy this little dinner in peace without the thread of painting the restaurant a deep crimson and getting banned from the city in the process.
He relished the silence for as long as he was able to have it. Which, incidentally, was all of five seconds before a waiter came to their table. “What would you two have, sirs?” The waiter asked, looking a little amused at the two.
Said amusement drained from his face when Zernebog leveled an icy stare towards the waiter, causing him to flinch and lean away a bit. The resulting smirk that formed on the white haired man’s face only served to make the waiter even more leery.
”My order is a Ruibe, a Genghis Khan Barbecue, and Ichigo-ni.” Zernebog stated as put down his menu. ”Oh, and hojicha as well.”
The bizarre combination made the waiter’s eyes bug out, but since he was one of the invited guests of the restaurant he could do nothing but obey and give them the food. The things the restaurant did for publicity….
“And you, sir?” He asked the shorter occupant at the table once he listed down what Zernebog ordered. Hopefully he wasn’t as scary as the other guy.
Post by Tommy Oliver on Feb 18, 2014 13:51:38 GMT -5
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Tommy watched in silence as the male across from him ordered his food. He seemed to scare the waiter a little bit, forcing a small chuckle. It amused him for a moment, but amusement turned to sheer brilliance as his listened to the order. He didn't know what the heck half of the order was, but it all sounded good. Too bad he had something else in mind. Something that would make this dreadful "date" turn into something actually enjoyable.
Tommy decided to spar the man a heart attack and not be scary. He looked at the waiter with a smile as he held up the menu. He browsed through all the specific food choices, which were broken down into types. Soups and salads, seafood, and chicken were some of the sections he could choose from. Clearing his throat, he looked back and forth between the menu and the order taker.
"I'm not that hungry, so I'll just have one of everything from the seafood section of the menu. Oh, and 5 different drinks, if you don't mind." Tommy's voice sounded nothing like his usual. It was more of a fake cheerful tone, like a child's. He looked back at the menu after a brief pause. "Actually, now that I think about it, I'll have these 3 salads too. And if you wouldn't mind getting the food here quickly, that would be great."
The awkward stare of shock, anger and confusion that came from the waiter's face made the moment that much more pleasing for Tommy. His smile didn't fade, knowing mentally that the chef would be extremely pissed. "And remember, it's free," Tommy shouted mockingly as the waiter began to walk away. "Dumb ass staff," he said, in his normal more deeper tone of voice.
Post by Zernebog Romanov on Feb 26, 2014 6:11:12 GMT -5
Rise Rebel Resist
I'm the one of the freaks, the faggots, the geeks, the savages, rouges, rebels, dissident devils, artists, martyrs, infidels...
{ tags: Tommy Oliver }{ words 285 }{ short notes: chaos }
Gold eyes twinkled with malicious amusement as they looked between the waiter and the other guy on the table. It looked like they were thinking the same thing on something, at the very least. Namely, the torture of the staff and management of this fine establishment. Granted, he was doing it through fear while he was doing it through unrealistic demands that sounded like it came right out of the old stories his mother used to tell him about ancient royals in the distant past.
Well, variety was the spice of life. Can’t have them getting used to one type of torture and becoming numb to it, so it was probably better this way. He would know. He’s been on both ends of both the literal and metaphorical torture rack.
Zernebog tapped the table when the waiter finally left. He was the only person close enough to overhear the guy’s comment, and this time he just couldn’t help himself.
”Staff could use a little work, yes.” Zernebog smirked as he glanced to the side and watched the bustling restaurant with a lazy eye. ”Or a lot more. Wouldn’t do to have them falling in their stellar standards now, right?”
There was now a malicious edge to his smirk even as he wondered if the guy would take the hint and lead the conversation along to what seemed like a delicious concoction of chaos and revenge that will make the owners cry and the staff rage. If there was anything he was good at aside from battling, archaeology, and espionage, it was how to piss people off. With a former boss like Ricki, it was easy enough to turn it into an art form.
