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Post by Luella B. Mynn on Jan 26, 2015 21:41:01 GMT -5
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Hallelujah! All the proper paperwork was filled out, and Luella's bountiful paycheck was secured as long as she got her shit together. That darn Erin knew how to take care of her breeders, even granting them access to a few spare tanks in a quiet back room to ensure that a wide variety of aquatic species could be bred for the Bubble Dome. It was a far superior plan to casting out her Corsola, Relicanth, and Clamperl out into Lake Luna with her best pitcher's throw. She'd probably have to resort to that depending on whether the aquarium was capable of housing Pokemon like her legendary Blue Eyes White Dragon, which ok, wasn't actually a legendary, but it was still pretty impressive if the aquarium was able to house multiple Wailord at the same time.
She kind of doubted that it could, but she had a back up plan for that. It was a plan that was tucked away on a post-it note somewhere on the roof of her van. "So...one breeding failed last week. Let's just take this one breeding at a time then." She wasn't sure if she was going to regret it, but she gave her knowledge-starved Illumise the task of playing babysitting duty while her Corsola got himself acquainted with one of the Bubble Dome's Skrelp. Luella had her doubts on whether the breeding attempt would work, especially after seeing the massive difference in maturity between the couple as her Corsola persisted in chasing the Skrelp around the tank in a never ending game of tag, and the poor Skrelp resorted to hiding behind some of the decorative rocks until he gave up.
Her darling Prickle Fairy's innocent antics could hardly be considered cute when she could feel the Skrelp's exhaustion from behind the glass. Yeah, no. That wasn't gonna fly. "Prickle, you stop that. Give a lady some space, for goodness sake." She scowled, giving the glass a couple of taps after smashing her face against it, giving Prickle one hell of a scare as he turned to see her morphed, magnified expression as her cheeks grew wide and flat.
Prickle joined the Skrelp in hiding after that.
[attr="id","notes"]Breeding Aquarium’s female Skrelp with Luella’s male Corsola. EM: Camouflage + Head Smash if Corsola
Post by Luella B. Mynn on Feb 1, 2015 12:38:35 GMT -5
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It was always a bit unfortunate when a breeding attempt didn’t reveal any results, but Luella was hardly deterred from the minor setback. When it came to her Corsola’s wooing attempts with the indifferent Skrelp, she decided to temporarily separate them so she could properly give Prickle a lesson on manners. Not that she was an expert in the subject, but she knew that many of her own turn offs could apply to both Pokemon and humans alike. “For example, I don’t know what the hell you expect from this clinging bullshit, but you gotta lay off. Give the lady some space. Let her breathe.” On the off chance that the internet could offer some pointers when it came to the complex nature of Pokemon romance, Luella kept one of the Aquarium’s guest computers on as she lectured the gruff Corsola perched next to her. “And another thing. When we’re looking for dates, we’re looking for fucking dates. Not children to drag around and take care of.” Luella snapped from her own past experiences in the dating world, startling Prickle from the sudden harshness in her tone. By the time Luella finished her lecture and tossed the Corsola back into the tank with some pretty sea weed tied to his horns, he was rattled beyond belief.
’Geeeez…I didn’t think this would be so intense.’ Sighing in defeat, the Corsola had little choice but to take Luella’s advice and put on a bit of an act to get the Skrelp to notice him. The way the glittery plants drifted behind him was enough of a fashion statement to catch the Skrelp’s attention, but the nerve-wrecking part was how to display the right amount of maturity. How was he supposed to act ‘mature’ when he already felt like he was long past that mark? It wasn’t an easy question to answer, but as he tried to start a conversation with the Skrelp, he occasionally reminded himself to calm down and take it easy, often forcing himself to leave the Skrelp alone just to ensure that he wasn’t being much of a bother.
The Skrelp and Corsola pairing looked good to go after watching over them for 30 minutes, and after ensuring that the two didn’t look as if they wanted to hide or kill each other, Luella gave them some much needed privacy. While her water types were content with the heated tanks in the back room, her land loving Pokemon weren’t as fortunate. It was a busy Sunday at the Acquarium, and since it was all hyped up at its grand opening, Luella didn’t have the luxury of letting her next pairing wander around the Aquarium for an enjoyable date. Nope. Back to a less crowded section of the parking lot for her, where her Watchog was waiting for her in Cider’s driving seat. While most of her Pokemon were content with wandering around the Bubble Dome’s parking lot to kill some time, Luella often had to make use of Cider Junior in the back to keep certain breeding pairings separated from the rest. This time, her scruffy Snubbull was getting acquainted with Danny’s Herdier, and naturally she had her doubts about the couple at first due to her Snubbull’s abrasive personality, but nothing burned down yet, so she assumed all was well.
[attr="id","notes"]Breeding Aquarium’s female Skrelp with Luella’s male Corsola. EM: Camouflage + Head Smash if Corsola. Breeding Danny's Herdier with Luella's Snubbull. EM: Fire Fang if Lillipup.
Post by Josh Dragomir on Feb 1, 2015 13:30:48 GMT -5
Josh didn't recall ever going to this breeder before. But he had been referred to this one in particular when looking for a Lillipup, so what worked; worked right? The blonde would saunter into the salty spitoon-I mean the "Day Care" and look for an assistant or whatever. Eventually, the young man would exchange the money for the egg and head out. Dragomir Ranch was almost complete, he couldn't afford to be out for too long...
Post by Danny Kazuki on Feb 10, 2015 14:13:28 GMT -5
He abhorred the sight of the rust that cracked around the edges of the familiar van that, in his opinion, should've stayed in the 70s from whence it came. A series of text messages dragged him reluctantly to Cider's side, parked all over the lines from the Tynntill parking lot without shame. "Best to get it over with." He grimaced as he struggled to swallow his fears as he raised his fist for that dreaded first knock, hesitating after the first one as if the door would suddenly collapse and topple him over. Impatience kicked in when the nightmare was begrudgingly prolonged, and Danny gave the door a couple extra knocks until the door handle clicked and slide open, revealing two wide, intense eyes that greeted him at the door.
Blinking in surprise, Danny stared at the Watchog until his senses came back to him, and the nagging urge to talk himself out of the Watchog's questioning silence was enough to shake him out of it. "Wow, mom. You lost weight. Weight Watchers, right?" He joked, giving the Watchog a playful nudge with his arm in the hopes that it would lighten up, but nope. Didn't happen.
Awkward silence greeting him again thanks to the Watchog's unnerving stare, and nothing was resolved until Luella walked right out of the doors to the aquarium, and the issue of the free Corsola egg was resolved.
Post by Luella B. Mynn on Feb 13, 2015 21:26:05 GMT -5
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Valentine's Day never meant anything more than an excuse to indulge herself in chocolate candies, and while Luella didn't expect this to change for herself personally, a certain letter from the Golden Egg Society turned her head enough to reconsider which Pokemon she was going to breed this week. The letter came as a surprise, somehow getting entangled in the Aquarium's mailbox until an out-of-breath staff hand interrupted the luxury of her afternoon nap by rat-tap-tapping at Cider's front door. E-Mail would've been the preferred method of contact, but some people couldn't shake off such old fashioned methods.
But back to the contents of the letter, which included teeny tiny pills with the claim that 3 eggs would be guaranteed as long as the pills were consumed before the expiration date. Sounded legit, Luella thought as her eyes skimmed the back of the label for any alarming side effects. Other than fatigue and risk of heart failure, the pills didn't set off any alarms, bells, or whistles, so Luella decided to give them a go.
- CONFLICT ALERT ! -
She waited patiently from Cider's front seat until the Aquarium's day crowd shuffled out the doors, keeping the Togepi on her lap preoccupied by letting him turn the wheel and honk the horn at the passerbys that eyed them with suspicion as they walked past. "That's right, Neo. We'll give them something to look at." Unable to resist spoiling the Togepi for doing the most basic of tasks, Luella beamed as she tickled underneath Neo's chin and gave him a soft peck on the head, delighting in the youth's gleeful chirps whenever she heard them. Baby Pokemon were tiring to take care of in Luella's opinion, but thankfully her Jigglypuff was long past the baby stage, so the breeder wasn't subjected to the overwhelming obligation for tending to multiple needy Pokemon at the same time. With Kiddo's recent evolution, things should've been easier, but the Jigglypuff simmered in the backseat with her cheeks puffed out like hot air balloons, and while she'd never admit it, her eyes fought against her mind and stole a jealous glance at the Togepi as if she wanted Luella to ditch the kid and focus all of her time and affection on her.
<Still looking at them? Get over yourself.> Serket poked her nose out of a small blanket and towel fort set up in the center of the van, all set up nice and neat by looping the edges of the blankets over Cider's backseats to keep Luella's smaller Pokemon entertained. The Nidorina yawned in her spot while the Snubbull and Skitty that were snuggled up to her shifted around in their sleep, both tired out after using the parking lot for the best game of hide and seek tag ever.
Not that Kiddo was into that sort of thing, and she sure didn't care about getting cuddled up in something as childish as a blanket fort either. <I don't know what you're talking about.> Biting the cap off of a blue highlighter, Kiddo bunched as much scrap paper as she could into a small pile and turned the other way, giving the Nidorina nothing but her back to talk to.
<It's not like you've been replaced. You're just not as needy as you used to be. Sure are bitchier though.> Not that that was any of Serket's business though. She paused to see if Kiddo would offer her any sort of retort or outburst, but the Jigglypuff looked too absorbed into whatever nonsense doodle she was working on now. 'That girl would call a trash heap a work of art.' Serket thought with an amused snort, letting the topic drop so she could curl back up with the others and enjoy sleeping off the day's exhaustion.
Kiddo wished that her ignore switch was as stable as she made it out to be, but it wasn't. Serket's words stung, and she drew and tossed paper to the side with newly discovered fervor. And right when she was putting the finishing touches on yet another highlighter masterpiece, Luella blew a kiss towards the group with Neo all snug and content in her grip, mentioning that she'd be back in a bit after heading in for work. Whatever. Not that it was any of her business, Kiddo thought as she hopped straight into the front seat and glared at the contentment of her rival, looking as adorable as kitten shit as he tried not to doze off on Luella's shoulder. She'd find a way to be the star of everyone's life again, and all the Jigglypuff needed was a plan.
By the time Luella rushed into the Aquarium in order to escape the chill of the night, she caught a bit of drool oozing out of the corner of the Togepi's lips as he struggled to keep his eyes open. The soft glow of the fish tanks tempted him into closing his eyes for the rest of the night, but the motion and sound of Luella's footsteps shook him awake. "Sleepy already? Eh...too late to walk back to the van. We'll just make this quick." She gave the Togepi a comforting pat on his hips as she made her way into one of the private backrooms, familiar fish tanks and a small, plastic 'pond' set up in the corner for the Shellos and Grimer that she planned on breeding. It was a shame that her second couple couldn't mingle in the room with them so she wouldn't have to juggle two locations at once, but she could deal with it. "Alright, Jester. Remember those eye-batting tricks we found on YouTube." Once Neo was settled down on a couple of pillows, Luella let her Shellos out first so she could get situated and make a good first impression on the Grimer she was about to meet. Once she thought that Jester looked as great as she could, she released her son's Grimer from his container and briefly introduced them to one another before scooping Neo into her arms to give the pair some much needed privacy.
And as for the second pair, Luella had to resort to releasing one of her massive Wailords out onto Lake Luna just so the poor thing had enough room to swim around in content. How her Wailord friend was going to get along with her asshole of a Psyduck, she didn't know, and she didn't really want to know. As long as the Valentine pills were doing their tricks, Luella wasn't even going to bother with worrying about the size difference between Pokemon.
[attr="id","notes"]Breeding Luella's female Shellos with Danny's male Grimer. HA Possible if Shellos. Possible Shellos EMs: Trump Card, Momento, Acid Armor. Breeding Luella's female Psyduck with her male Wailord. Possible Wailmer EMs: Zen Headbutt + Soak.
Post by Luella B. Mynn on Feb 21, 2015 22:15:24 GMT -5
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Another breeding week meant that Luella's much appreciated Bayonada vacation was over. No more relaxing on the heated, tanned sand. No more flooring the pedal with all windows down, filling Cider full with the sea breeze as a string of Pokemon stuck their heads out of any opening they could find, taunting passerby's with barks and winks while Cider's devil horn blared across the summery landscape. As much as she would've loved to simply do her breedings in Bayonada, using the facilities offered by the Aquarium gave her Pokemon the best chance at producing those much needed eggs, and as her Shellos and Wailmer eggs started to hatch on the trip back, Luella heaved a regretful sigh and figured she'd drop the latest shipment off while she was there.
- FRIENDSHIP -
As soon as the hatchlings were situated, which typically ensued lots of cooing and swimming until the youngsters felt safe enough to be left alone with the Aquarium staff, Luella made a quick pit stop into one of the staff rooms so she could at least get dry off her legs and get into a clean pair of pants. "You're so patient, Neo. Good boy." With a smile, she turned towards the Togepi that was happily situated on one of the nearby chairs, his curious eyes almost never leaving her figure, save for when he glanced down at the shimmering card he gripped tightly in his left hand. A more conservative trainer might not have felt comfortable changing in front of their Pokemon, but seeing how Neo was an infant, Luella couldn't give a shit.
"I'm almost done. Just need to make sure the fishies aren't trying to eat each other alive." Smiling through the morbidity of the joke, she scooped Neo into her arms and whisked him away to the familiar tanks in one of the backrooms. Unfortunately for her, one of the tanks was currently preoccupied by a sniveling Horsea, which looked pretty lonely as it snuggled up underneath a blanket of sand. She gave the tank a quick glance, mumbling in concern until she noted the small note taped onto the tank, listing that the Horsea caught some sort of bug and was currently being treated.
Noting the Horsea's distress, Neo tapped against the glass as his breath filled his vision with a hazy fog, confusing him until Luella pulled him away from the tank. "Shh. No. Let him rest for now. He's not in there to play." While she wasn't a fan of the mood that was set up in the room, there wasn't much else she could do. The Horsea was sick, it needed to be separated before the illness could spread, and it just happened to be moved to her favorite breeding spot. Welp.
She had to suck it up.
Plopping Neo down on a small bean bag chair in the corner of the room, she motioned for him to wait as she fussed through her pockets until she found the Pokeballs she wanted. Pair number one involved pulling some strings, since Danny did not want to part with his brand new Corsola by any means, but once he was reassured that the situation was only temporary, she secured the Aquarium's bachelorette Corsola a date. She released them into the tank and watched them explore through the rocks, reefs, and logs until she felt safe enough to release pair number two into a decorative, small plastic pond that made breedings easier for her field group water types. Her Seel was growing up to be a gorgeous gal, and as Ena jumped onto Luella's lap and greeted her with a lick, Luella popped open another Pokeball, revealing a grumpy Clauncher that looked as if he wanted nothing to do with this situation. And neither did Ena, especially with such an unfriendly looking Pokemon!
The Seel clung around Luella's waist as if she thought she was part belt buckle, and as Luella tugged in an attempt to pull the Seel off of her, she let out a tired grunt. "Come on, Ena. Now's not the time to be messing around. He's not gonna eat you. It's just a Clauncher. I bet he doesn't even have a mouth." Great. Why couldn't all pairings get along as well as the two Corsola making the most of their situation? But nope. She had to stick around until her clingy-ass Seel started to doze off on her lap, giving Luella the chance she needed to slip Ena off of her so she could grab her Togepi and go.
But things weren't that easy.
The poor Togepi looked absolutely bored with his situation, and instead of doing what Luella said, managed to waddle over to the Horsea's tank after scaling a chair, a desk, and finally a bookshelf until he had the best view possible of his ill friend. Luella glanced around in alarm when Neo wasn't in his designated spot, and as she froze, she reminded herself not to speak a word lest Ena managed to wake up and cower behind the largest object in the room. Again, how this breeding was going to work, Luella didn't know. That Clauncher was going to have to pick up a few pointers from the Corsola crew if he was going to get anywhere, though. As her eyes scanned across the room, they finally landed on the Horsea's tank, with Neo's enlarged face wavering in the water's reflection. Ohhh, that silly boy. Walking over to him, she gave him a small boop on the nose and picked him up with the promise that he could check up on the Horsea once the others had their moment of privacy.
[attr="id","notes"] Danny's Male Corsola (EMs:Head Smash + Camouflage) + Aquarium's Female Corsola (HA: Regenerator) Luella's female Seel (EMs: Entrainment + Aqua Jet) with the Aquarium's male Clauncher
Post by Luella B. Mynn on Feb 21, 2015 23:32:51 GMT -5
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Time passed by as Luella made a quick pit stop at the home base, giving Neo a chance to check in with the other Pokemon so she could dive into some of the coolers hidden in the trunk for a little T.L.C. Nothing eased Luella's weary heart and soul more than a homemade root beer float, and thankfully no one dug into her ice cream stash thanks to her Watchog's fierce presence. "T-Y, Red dog." Rewarding him with a pat on the head and a scoop of heaven, straight off the spoon she licked clean moment's prior, she paused as she felt an overwhelming pressure stabbing at her sides, dragging her attention to several pairs of longing eyes as they eyed the delicate prize in her hands. "What? Get your own." Luella huffed, giving Red a small shove so the Pokemon horde had enough space to form a line in front of the magical cooler filled with wondrous treats.
- MORE CONFLICT -
Neo somehow found himself at the back of the line, easily shoved out of the way by the older, stronger Pokemon until Red spotted the youngster getting squished into a nearby seat thanks to an unrelenting Jigglypuff. <Alright, alright! What's up with you guys? Shoving the kid around like he's some kind of beach ball. Shame on you.> Red-Eyes spat, making a mighty leap onto the top of the back seat so he could avoid the hussle of the crowd and make a speedy rescue attempt on the squished up Togepi. At least some of the ruffians looked guilty with their foam cups dangling out of their jaws, but Luella's Jigglypuff and Nidorina weren't having it.
As Red nudged the Togepi onto the back of his neck, Kiddo and Serket stepped aside to let him safely jump back onto the chair until the chaos settled down. Deciding to speak up after Luella's Spinda pair mumbled out their apologies, the Nidorina joined Red in his little perch by hopping beside him. <That's van life, kid. You're gonna get bumped and scratched a couple of times, but it's still better than sleeping outside. I'll take wool blankets over dried up grass any day.> Serket gave Red a rough nudge for emphasis, nearly toppling the Watchog off of the chair thanks to the extra muscle she managed to build up from training in Bayonada.
<We're civilized and tamed Pokemon, Serket. It wouldn't kill us to act the part.> Red retorted with a low snarl that only worked to frighten Neo right off his lap. With a groan, the Watchog flailed his arms as he tried to coax the Togepi back towards him with the friendliest chirps he could muster, but Neo wasn't having it. <Neooo. I'm sorry. That wasn't at you--that was--> He inwardly groaned as he caught Serket's amused smirk, practically gloating in the fact that he lost his composure when he happened to be lecturing on it. <Youuuu.> He sighed, giving the Nidorina an accusing glare after Neo hopped off the platform and waddled his way back to Luella, who happily picked him up and let him chill out on her lap, sharing small bites of ice cream with him every now and then to keep him calm and content.
<There's no need to baby him, Red. Just look at him. He's spoiled rotten as is.> Kiddo added, managing to wrap herself and her desert into a blanket cocoon after catching the end of their little scuffle. After giving her treat a long, satisfying slurp, the Jigglypuff licked her lips clean and gave the older Pokemon a reaffirming wink. <If I can handle the van life, then so can he. Besides, I grew up here since I was a weeeee Igglybuff, and I turned out fine.> She tried to turn the conversation into something joyful and merry, but when Red and Serket exchanged worried looks and sighs, Kiddo huffed in offense. What the hell was up with them? She was fine! Finer than fine!
"Aaaaand, I'm done. Red, you're in charge. Neo's with me." Tossing her trash into the miniature garbage bin in the back (and failing), she kept Neo warm inside of her jacket, all snuggled up with his head peaking out of the unzipped opening she left for him so he could bear the cold travel between Cider and the Aquarium's front doors. Even if she still managed to get lost in the less relevant areas of the Aquarium, getting to and from the staff rooms was starting to feel like second nature. Maybe she'd even manage to walk through the hallways blindfolded without walking into a wall more than once! That was another long term goal to add to Luella's list of things to do, but right now, she had a couple of Corsolas, a Seel, and a Clauncher to check up on.
She knocked before entering the room, just to ensure that she wasn't disturbing a moment of intimacy, only to find that her Seel somehow managed to crawl onto one of the bookshelves in the back while the Clauncher bachelor whined at her to get down from its base. She was almost too scared to glance over at the ideal Corsola pairing that she had so many hopes for, but when she did, Luella's face paled as she heard one of the Corsola's frightened screams as it managed to get lodged into one of the decorative, hollowed out logs at the bottom of the tank.
Well, fucking shit. Looked as if she had one hell of a mess to clean up, and thank the heavens that she was armed with Romantic Shrooms to patch things up.
[attr="id","notes"] Danny's Male Corsola (EMs:Head Smash + Camouflage) + Aquarium's Female Corsola (HA: Regenerator) Luella's female Seel (EMs: Entrainment + Aqua Jet) with the Aquarium's male Clauncher. Using 2 Mushies.
Congratulations! CORSOLA and CORSOLA have successfully bred 1 egg(s)!
You may choose the gender and move set of your new Pokemon, once your precious gift from above has hatched.
Your egg shall hatch on 2/28 Your female Pokemon can breed again on 2/28
With the proper training and item, your newborn should be able to evolve on 3/14 at the earliest! Please remove a Romantic Mush from your inventory thread.
Breeder's 22ND breeding
Congratulations! SEEL and CLAUNCHER have successfully bred 2 egg(s)!
You may choose the gender and move set of your new Pokemon, once your precious gift from above has hatched.
Your egg shall hatch on 2/28 Your female Pokemon can breed again on 2/28
With the proper training and item, your newborn should be able to evolve on 3/14 at the earliest! Please remove a Romantic Mush from your inventory thread.
Post by Ichiro Aihara on Mar 20, 2015 18:02:55 GMT -5
Ichiro stepped up to the van. It looked like it had been nabbed straight out of a trashy 70's movie. He was rather skeptical about this whole "Mama Cider's Daycare" thing, but he had been referred there by a man in Shui. He knocked on the van's door, but received no response. Thus, he pulled out a slip of paper and a pen and wrote the breeder a little note.
"Dear Mama Cider,
I heard you breed Pokemon. I am in need of your services. For a long, long time I have wanted to own a Dratini, but I have never been able to catch one. I heard you can breed rare Pokemon. If you could find some way to breed one of your Pokemon with someone else's Dratini, Dragonair or Dragonite to get a Dratini egg, I'd be in your debt forever!
If and when the little Dratini egg is produced, send it to the Shui City Pokemon Center.
Warm Wishes, Ichiro Aihara
P.S. I may have chipped some of the paint off of the van.
P.S.S. I can repaint it if you want."
Ichiro stuck the note to the door of the van (so the breeder would certainly see it) and went on back to Shui to continue training his Pokemon.
Post by Luella B. Mynn on Mar 21, 2015 11:23:29 GMT -5
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The note on her doorstep was a bit of a surprise, since most breeding offers were done through email in order to save time and energy, but she smiled at how the note was lovingly addressed to the van itself. How kind. Cider needed the appreciation. The two tidbits at the bottom were concerning, which had Luella tottering around the van to check for any obvious signs of damage as several bags of groceries dangled about in her arms. Seeing how the weather was getting better, and she was getting chubbier than her doctor would've liked, she made the trek to the grocery store on foot, consequence free. She might've been sweaty and gross, but hey, this was for the sake of living long enough to see flying cars, and therefore flying vans, become an everyday thing.
It didn't help that she couldn't think of any Dratini-line owners right away, but she ripped the note off the door and shuffled inside. Pokemon were running rampant across the cluttered floor and seats, but once they were done greeting her, they easily slipped back into the usual routine of lounging around and walking in and out of the van as they pleased.
Sometimes the aquarium visitors liked seeing the occasional Absol or Nidorina patrolling through the parking lot, but most of the time, they didn't look that much different from the every day wild Pokemon, leaving the more defenseless visitors rather unnerved. Luella didn't care, though. If her Pokemon caused trouble, then another one of hers would surely take care of it. They were pretty good at looking out for one another at this point, even if they didn't necessarily like or agree with each other. It just went to show that common courtesy was possible for even the rowdiest of the fam.
[ FRIENDSHIP ]
"Glad to see nothing exploded while I was gone. You're always so on top of things, Red." With her Watchog peering over the corner of the driver's seat, he flashed Luella a thumbs up as she attempted to organize their food supply in the various plastic coolers that were stacked underneath each chair. Curious about the new smells attached to each plastic bag, a tottering Togepi crawled away from his Skitty friend's side to peer into each cooler's contents as Luella sloppily stashed each item away. "I just went to the store. No toys. No games. Sorry, squirt. Maybe next time, when the bags don't look like they'll break from the walk home." Not that the Togepi looked disappointed by the news, Luella thought as she tried not to smile at how he excitedly poked at the plastic bags to hear them crinkle and crack. One might've thought that Neo was simply hungry and wanted a snack, but Luella saw the scene no differently than the ways cats get entranced by cardboard boxes.
Figuring that she'd let the Togepi have his fun, she licked her lips as she settled her expression into something neutral. Something trustworthy. She wasn't about to do anything silly. Oh, no. Absolutely no--surprise bag trap! As fast as her hand could pounce, she grabbed a handful of the plastic bundle and let them puff and fill with air as they rained upon the Togepi's head, filling the younger with giggles as he attempted to swat them away with his fists. Not many of Luella's Pokemon cared to watch, save for the Skitty that was crouched underneath Luella's seat, nostrils flaring in anticipation at each crinkle caused by the hopping egg. Her tail swished vigorously from side to side, whacking Luella's Spinda with an unapologetic smile smeared across her face. Once the last of the bags was properly knocked to the floor with the Togepi standing triumphantly on top of them, Count Meow broke free of her hiding spot and tackled Neo to the ground, nearly pinning him until she decided to go easy on the kid and rolled onto her back to make it look as if Neo was winning.
The pair had their fun under Luella and Red's supervision, and the rest of their afternoon was spent through TV, naps, looking for deets on who owned that elusive Dratini-line Pokemon, and the occasional game of Uno! and LCR. Her Pokemon didn't fully understand the rules of each game, making it tricky for Luella to play with the group when they constantly berated her for breaking their self-imposed rules, but it was still one heck of a spectacle nonetheless.
It was the perfect time killer too, since Luella didn't even want to think about bringing any of her Pokemon into the Aquarium when it was going through one of its busiest times of the day. She waited for the sun to set before she bothered to get to work with her two breedings for the day, and this time, she felt like bringing along two assistants instead of one. Neo, who was usually acquainted with snuggling up against Luella's chest from the safety of her winter jacket, rode upon Count Meow's backside as if the Skitty was his faithful steed. Luella figured that despite the evening's chill, as long as Neo was bundled up in a tiny scarf made out of an old towel she cut apart, he'd survive the walk across the parking lot. She couldn't spoil him forever, and there was no harm in getting him comfortable with other Pokemon.
<Mmm'purrr. I never knew you worked at a restaurant.> The Skitty joked as she ran straight up to the largest tank she could find, unable to tear her eyes apart from the playful Shellos and Corsola that swam around each colorful decoration. Neo remained silent as he stared in awe at each of the tanks, even tugging at the fur on the Count's ears whenever something excited him.
"I'm gonna get the couples set up in the backrooms. Count, try to stay within hearing distance. You can look around if you want, but keep Neo with you." It was a half-hearted set of guidelines, since Luella was already walking away when she said it, and Count and Neo were too entranced by the fish and flora to even look at Luella as Count lazily meowed in agreement. Whatever, whatever, she could watch the egg with ease. He wasn't much of a talker, and he sure seemed to appreciate her chatterbox self more than the rest of her friends.
There were so many places to look, and so few people around to get in their way, that the Count was left to gape at all of the potential rooms they could've explored until Neo snapped her out of her daze by tapping on her head. <Sorreh, sorreh. I thought I was dreaming for a second.> She licked her paw and smoothed out the fur behind her ears and tried to recompose herself for the sake of the egg child. She idly walked in a random direction, heading towards the allure of the underseas tunnels until a flicker of blue taunted her in the corner of her eyes. Feline instincts made her turn towards the motion without hesitation, and her tail flailed wildly as she crouched low to the ground to assume the hunting position. Normally the Skitty could be pretty sneaky when she wanted to be, but this time, the Horsea she wanted to surprise oh-so-much was staring right at her.
Whaaat? No, wait. Of course. Neo was still on her back. Miffed, but not willing to take it out on the innocent, she sighed and turned her head to the side. <Why did I even bother?> Even when the Horsea was protected through the tank's thick glass, she could still hear the Horsea's amused whinnies as it darted back and forth, never breaking eye contact with the Togepi on her back. The Count was entirely ready to continue the hunt somewhere else, but the weight on her back suddenly vanished as the Togepi started waddling up to the base of the tank, beaming with glee as the Horsea dove down to greet him with a cheerful somersault.
It didn't take much to see that the two were acquainted, and now that Neo was preoccupied with his Horsea friend, Count was suddenly restricted to walking around the Bubble Dome's entrance. Booooring. Sort of. At least there were still a ton of fish to look at. Even as she went to look at the nearby tanks in search of something pretty and fun, she could hear Neo and the Horsea's giggles as they ran and swam around the edge of the tank, racing one another as if the glass barrier that kept them apart never existed.
Count couldn't help herself. Lured in by the joyous rings of laughter and the pitter patter of footsteps, she joined the two's game with a cackle and a pounce.
Meanwhile, the Dragonair and Helioptile pair were currently sorting out their differences in one room, while Luella was preoccupied with stopping the Spinda and Fennekin pair from tripping over one another whenever the Spinda got nervous and tried to break the ice with a merry Teeter Dance. It was one hell of a problem, so Luella kept the two distracted with sweets from one of the nearby vending machines and messed around with one of the nearby TVs so that the pair had suitable background noise to keep the shy-bug from biting. It worked until Luella left the staff room at least, since she was frequently hopping from one room to the next to make sure neither of the couples were attempting to turn this into a Scyther mating ritual. Heads were not allowed to roll. Not today, and not in this aquarium.
The issue with the 'Dragon' egg group pair, as the internet kindly explained to her, was that the Helioptile was awfully intimidated by the size difference between her and the Dragonair. People said that size wasn't everything, but she couldn't blame the little lizard from fearing a serpent that easily looked as if it could swallow her up at any moment. Luella didn't even have a good solution for that, so she figured that sitting with the two of them with a couple of picture books provided by the Aquarium spewed across the floor was a good way to mediate some sort of conversation between the two. They seemed pretty interested in the underwater images, which gave Luella the wise idea to let the pair roam around the Underseas Tunnel until it felt safe enough to leave them on their own.
'No one's reserving the Night Time hours tonight anyways, so why not?' Luella thought as she walked back to the Spinda and Fennekin pair, hands lodging in her pockets as she passed and smiled at one of the security guards that happened to walk by. They were starting to get used to her roaming around the place, but none were prepared to see a massive Dragonair slithering across the Aquarium grounds with a Helioptile sticking close to the dragon's side.
That poor, lone guard let loose a wild howl as her flashlight beamed upon the Dragonair's eyes, and not knowing how to handle such a situation on her own, the guard immediately latched onto the walkie talkie on her hip and started screaming for backup.
Luella had to have a talk with the security team after that. Like hell she was going to keep her Pokemon from wandering around where they pleased. This was essential for creating the right mood between couples, and shame on the security team for being a bunch of scaredycats. She spent the rest of her night ranting and raving about it to one of her sisters over the phone as Neo and the Count huddled inside a mass of pillows and blankets inside of the trunk of the van, 100% tuckered out after the thrill of the day.
[attr="id","notes"]I caught a bit of the cbox convo about this breeding, so upon Ichi's request, I'm breeding @lady2 's male Dragonair with Danny's female Helioptile. Egg Moves optional if Dratini: Extremespeed, Dragon Dance. I will handle the rare tax for this transaction.
Second breeding involves Trou's female Fennekin with Luella's male Spinda. Egg moves if Fennekin: Wish, Hypnosis. Unnur Liefsdóttir said she'd take care of the rare tax!