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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
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.
After over a year, Altair had finally returned to the place that he had deemed his home. He missed everything from the bustling streets filled with people and pokemon from all walks of life, the way the city never truly slept with, the sharp division between the different districts, the music coming from the Musical Theater, the cheers and roars from the Stadiums, and even the crazy and rude taxi drivers.
It was good to be back home.
If only he was here in an official capacity... but unfortunately he was still on a semi-hiatus. The last thing he needed was for someone to recognize him as Walter Heydrich and call the buzzards they call the press over to interview and harass him about his sudden departure from the limelight. Just how was he supposed to explain that it was all Rachel's fault anyway? Moreover, he didn't want a locust swarm of paparazzi to go to where he was staying in Driftveil and scare away the customers. His grandfather would be furious after he got over the free advertising he was likely going to have as a consequence.
That was why he was in an amusement part, looking discreet and conspicuous at the same time with his shades, fedora, and trench coat while being accompanied by one of his Smeargles.
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Erin had told her that, if the blue-haired girl could just wait a couple of days for her to finish up some pending businesses in town and disoccupy herself, she could come together with her to the amusement park. But then Unnur had come all the way here alone, anyway, because she really wanted to ride on the pretty carrousel. Riding a carrousel for the first time was a big issue in a young girl's imaginarium, after all, and Unnur could not postpone such an important rite of passage any longer. It really could not wait anymore; she needed to come, whether Erin tagged along or not. Besides, Unnur could always return with the civilian on another date.
It was with great, though sly, glee, then, that Unnur sneaked out of the hotel she and her older friend were staying at and into the amusement park just a few blocks away. No entrance fees were required, and no tickets needed to be purchased in order to ride on this particular attraction, so before long the young trainer would find herself riding one quirkily-painted horse in the biggest merry-go-round she'd ever seen. It also happened to be her first, mind you, but that was just one inconsequential detail out of many.
"I want to ride again," she would say as soon as her ride was over. She couldn't, though. Her second go would have to wait a few minutes, for the Pokémon she had brought with her on this very special ocassion was going to get lost if she got any farther from Unnur than she already was. The trainer, though grumpy about not being able to ride again, followed shortly after her kissy demon of a troublemaker. Unnur did not dare imagine what the Smoochum would possibly do in a place as crowded with potential victims as this.
Out of all the entire plehora of outcomes that thirteen-year-old Unnur could have predicted, the one she least expected to actually happen was for the Smoochum to crash into some complete stranger, and proceed to stare at them in the most irreverent manner she could procure. Well, coincidentally, that'd be exactly what happened with the Kiss Pokémon.
Raphael was just minding his own business, looking for inspiration to make into his newest artwork, when something small crashed into him, making him stagger backwards into his trainer's leg. If that wasn't bad enough, as soon as he looked up he saw some weird pink thing with large lips gave him the meanest look he had ever seen.
The little thing even beat Javert's glare and Eva's bitch face! Now that was an achievement! No! That was... inspiration~! It was much too bad that it had to pay first for glaring at his glorious artist self
Raphael's face lit up despite the mean look as he point his tail at the glaring Smoochum. After a moment, he nodded to himself and then glared right back by imitating the Smoochum's Mean Look to perfection.
Meanwhile, Altair was just giving a flat look at the two pokemon having a stare-down. He was going to ask if Raphael was alright but if he had the presence of mind to start this nonsense then the Smeargle was probably fine. Probably just having another diva fit or inspiration fit. It was hard to tell with these artist types.
"Really you two? Really?” He didn't care if he didn't know the Smoochum but given that it was Raphael who was technically the offended party then he was going to judge the both of them. He was exasperated enough with the situation (not to mention a bit blinded by the sunglasses) that he didn't notice the girl with the Smoochum.
"Can't you two settle down, stop glaring at each other, and talk like civilized pokemon?”
OOC: Smeargle uses Sketch to copy Mean Look. Then he uses Mean Look right back at the Smoochum.
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It wasn't until after Romi had successfully bumped into the lax Smeargle that Unnur realised where her strawhead dwarf had gone, and proceeded to follow after her. She kept silent the entire way, and stopped only to have a clearer look of who or what the Smoochum was pestering this time. Looking up from the kissing abomination, she would see a pair of dark sunglasses covering the eyes of a strangely-clothed man who happened to be scolding his Smeargle. Or, at least, that was what Unnur thought was happening, because she couldn't listen in on their exchange over excited screams and laughs and all the noise surrounding them. Perhaps if she stepped a little closer.
Yes, this was much better. Unnur was still not going to speak up, but she at least managed to hear the stranger's last words before they were drowned out by Romi's sobs. Indeed, when the Smoochum saw her trainer approach, she'd let her glare softe, and her cheeky frown turned into a sad grimace.
The blond man had rid himself of one little glaring diva, just to find the Smoochum's trainer was now glaring at him and his Pokémon. On top of that, Romi's denouncing cries were loud, clear, and infinitely frustrating. Would he consider it an equivalent exchange? Unlikely, but that would be precisely what the entertainer in disguise got for trying to take a stroll around an amusement park infested with hyperactive kids and the ocassional brat.
Unnur merely stared, disregarding her Pokémon's cries, as if she were studying the man's every movement before offering a reaction.
And things just escalated from bad to worse. Altair did not know what to do when the Smoochum suddenly burst into tears after receiving her own medicine from Raphael. He was always bad with crying girls, though at least this was a pokemon so they were probably more reasonable and easier to understand than real ones.
"Raphael, what-” Just when Altair had thought that things couldn't get worse, Raphael stopped glaring... but only because he pointed his tail at the Smoochum and then started crying too.
He facepalmed. "What is this, Aipom-see, Aipom-do?”
With two pokemon now bawling their eyes out, he was starting to get unwanted attention from the people around them. People who might potentially recognize him even with the disguise on. Crap. He had to fix this fast!
Since he didn't have Javert or Evita with him, he had to fall back on a pokemon he borrowed for the day for security purposes from his mysterious white-haired benefactor. He took out the pokemon's pokeball and let her out so that she could deal with this.
Now who was the bodyguard? Why, a Mawile with a strange bangle acting like hair tie for its maw that her owner named Metis.
"Metis, be a dear and break this up before it gets worse and we have to fight off the you-know-whats.” Altair requested with a sigh, still not noticing the little girl because of the crying duo.
Metis stared at him for a moment before nodding and then staring at the two crying pokemon. At first Altair thought that she was just going to shout at them or something before Metis suddenly yanked Raphael and smacked him in the mouth, then proceeded to use Play Rough on him. Not to be outdone, Raphael copied her two and turned it into a brawl.
Altair facepalmed again. "Not that way!” Now he wasn't sure if this was worse because this looked even more awkward than before.
OOC: Smeargle is hit by Fake Tears, then uses Sketch to copy Fake Tears and uses that on the Smoochum. Mawile is released and uses Play Rough on Smeargle, which it copies and uses against the Mawile in retaliation.
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Eventually, the little monsters would both calm down and everything would go back to normal. That bizarre normality she was all too used to. Most importantly, she would be able to resume her tour around the amusement park's grounds. That was what always happened, the cooldown after the storm, and the thirteen-year-old trainer trusted said scenario would repeat once more in this ocassion. Still, it would come to her attention that there was nothing more obnoxious than a pair of bawling jerks out to ruin your carnival fun before it had even started. Unnur, of course, refused to let the wait be prolonged, which was the reason why her first words out loud would be directed not at the man or his Pokémon, but at her own.
"Stop it," she finally snapped at her Smoochum, still moaning and crying at the top of her tiny pink lungs. Her pitch and the apparently clear state of her throat did make one wonder whether she had legitimately started crying minutes—not only seconds—ago.
Technicalities aside, while the young, innocent and seemingly delicate trainer's abrupt snarl had managed to force Romi out of her crying, all else indicated that a new brawl was starting on the Smeargle's end. Unnur heard the first slap before she saw its reenaction being executed by the painter, and by then she had already decided her next course of action. She was fully convinced that this altercation was none of her concern, but securing her safety was way more tempting than outright leaving the Pokémon be.
Unnur turned to her blonde little devil. "Now stop them," she prompted, her expression as serious and cold as a stone, and as unhelpful to an untrained baby Pokémon as could be. Romi stared wide-eyed at her trainer, then at the rough fight going on only steps ahead, back at her trainer. What was she to do, anyway? Confused, pouty, and still slightly bleary-eyed, not to mention scared, the Smoochum proceeded to send one or two weak psychic waves at the Mawile and Smeargle smacking each other senseless in front of her.
Romi was starting to suspect that singing a lullaby for the two of them would have been a smarter move. No use regretting that now, though, was there? Perhaps running away was all that was left for the Smoochum.
