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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!
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Post by Rachel Zwingli on Dec 1, 2014 4:35:56 GMT -5
starting over again and
►►picking up all of the pieces
After that horrifying experience that Rachel had endured in the “desolate wasteland”, which she had learned sometime later was called “the Badlands”, she decided to check it out again—but this time, by going through all the proper channels, falling in line and waiting for her things to be pawed at by the security staff, the whole ten yards. How they had completely missed her going out of the Badlands the first time was something that had surprised her; because she’d gone through one of the unchartered areas, and had apparently escaped being frisked the first time (put it down to the moronic taxi driver). The one thing that really drew her attention was the weird things that she called “marbles”, because honestly, why would someone toss their junk into a place like that? Was there something… magical about them? Or were they just really left there to be picked up by whoever else would come strolling by, searching for treasure? In any case, this time she was wearing something a lot more comfortable—because last time she was wearing her travelling clothes.
This time she had on a plain white number, with matching black knee-long shorts, and a sturdy pair of sandals—the ones that people used for trekking, not for fashion trips—along with her hair tied up in a high ponytail. She didn’t bother with the sun block this time, because she was going to check out the area early in the morning—her plan was to look around, get a feel of the place, see if there were any more treasures to be found, and get out of there before lunch time. That was the plan. What she was not expecting, was the horribly long line that awaited her the first time she joined the “December Rush” (or whatever the digging veterans liked to call it) and she could only stare at their entire… “tent packs”; because the people in front of her were laden down with a various assortment of digging equipment; and boy were they really prepared for an extended stay. But not Rachel, nope. She then sighed as she joined the line—which went by quickly—and once she’d reached the front and was let through in order to legitimately check out “the Badlands” for the first time, she then realized that the entire desolate wasteland was part of this “excavation site” that the old-timers were yammering about.
She then let Sky, her Rufflet, loose from his containment unit; and as the avian hit the ground after transforming from the flash of red light, she then bent down and gave him a “good morning” tickle. “Come on, I know you can spot them a mile away. We’re just here to observe how they do things. Alright?” she cooed, and the Rufflet nodded, before squawking and dashing off, causing her to chase after the avian! “HEY! SKY! Wait for meeeeeee!” she shouted, giving chase to the overexcited Flying-type.
Dig Dig Dig . . . What's this?! Congratulations, You've found a RELIC VASE ! A vase made in a civilization about 3,000 years ago. A maniac will buy it for a high price.
Post by Rachel Zwingli on Dec 2, 2014 6:11:51 GMT -5
starting over again and
►►picking up all of the pieces
The Rufflet had dashed so far ahead it had completely passed the weird thing that was half-buried in the ground. it was intent on looking for something similar to what his “caretaker” had found on her first few trips here—those weird, sparkling things—when Rachel had decided to just let the avian go out further ahead than her. Lean as she was, she couldn’t keep up with the much-faster avian, and therefore left him to his own devices instead. After taking her time walking through the area—she was more like a tourist as compared to all the other “serious”-looking individuals who were apparently digging away their lives here—she came upon the exact same thing that her Rufflet had screeched past, due to overexcitement.
She then saw that it resembled a vase—or was it one of those weird things that people were fussing over in china shops—“Don’t let a Tauros run wild in one” or something along those lines—and she then gave it a punt with her sandal. “Peh, what’m I supposed to do with this thing, step on it?” she muttered out loud a few seconds later, before squinting at the horizon and trying to check if her little Rufflet was still out there, squawking and chasing imaginary sparklies. “Well, no time to rue over it. SKY! SLOW DOOOOOOWN!” she shouted, quickly picking up the pace and leaving the half-buried jar behind, trying in vain to catch up with the overly hyper avian.
Dig Dig Dig . . . What's this?! Congratulations, You've found LEFTOVERS! You found some leftovers from the previous diggers, clean it up and keep in mind the recyclables!
Post by Rachel Zwingli on Dec 3, 2014 4:10:50 GMT -5
starting over again and
►►picking up all of the pieces
What with her avian companion dashing so far ahead, Rachel couldn’t exactly keep up with him. She knew, thanks to some of her troupe mates who were well-versed with the handling of Pokémon amongst other things; that Flying-types were naturally built for speed; approximately on the same line as Electric-types. The added plus of the Flying-type was that they had wings; and could literally catapult themselves into the sky without warning. There were some Flying-types who couldn’t fully take off yet—her Rufflet being one of those few—and as she squinted at the speck in the distance, she bent down in order to catch her breath. Thankfully the hot sun wasn’t bearing down too much on her just yet, and she took a few deep breaths in order to stabilize herself. Geez, that Sky is so excited over the little things… I really have to teach him how to can it… I’m supposed to be the master…mistress, if you may, not the other way around! Oh well, this is a learning process… this is a learning process… she thought to herself as she then stood up, having recovered somewhat, and resuming her usual pace.
She hadn’t even taken ten steps forward when she felt her sandal squish against something. She then registered it a few moments later, before continuing to make the same stepping noise—and then looking down; she’d stepped on what appeared to be a discarded apple core! “Ugh, talk about gross!” she began, hissing as she looked around—the spot where she was at had quite a number of excavation teams that had set up temporary camp sites, and she was duly pissed; because why did they not clean up after themselves?! After shouting in the Kalosian dialect for a few minutes—and getting a few harried-looking diggers coming up; and one of them recognizing the apple core—and after a few more minutes of a shouting match, and some telling-off on how to “clean up after themselves” (along with several sheepish apologies from the individual who had so carelessly tossed the apple core away without disposing of it properly) she then went on her way, cutting through the “free path” that had been set up around the “excavation tent city” she just passed.
“SKY? Hey, Sky! WHERE ARE YOU?!” she began shouting once she was well out of earshot of the excavation teams’ tent city, and she was all alone again out in the Badlands. She looked around, but where was the avian?
Dig Dig Dig . . . What's this?! Congratulations, You've found LEFTOVERS! You found some leftovers from the previous diggers, clean it up and keep in mind the recyclables!
Post by Rachel Zwingli on Dec 4, 2014 6:10:45 GMT -5
starting over again and
►►picking up all of the pieces
Apparently, looking around for the avian would bring her attention to something on the ground—what was it with litter appearing all over the place anyway? She then cast a mighty suspicious look at the tent city that she’d left behind, but sighed instead—it was improbable that someone would come all the way out here just to drop and toss their junk. “Geez, the people here should learn how to clean as you go,” she said the last part in a rising intonation, hoping that it would carry back to the little “tent city” that she’d left behind some time ago, over at the crest beyond. Sighing once more as she then took out a piece of tissue paper, she then wrapped the little piece of trash and then decided to dispose of it once she had found the over-excited avian and gotten out of the place.
Aforementioned avian was proving very difficult to locate though, and the sun was rising up higher and higher the longer she stood out here. “Crap, must hurry…” she hissed as she then continued onwards, into the deeper, wilder sections of the Badlands—the better to secure her Rufflet, the better to get out of here as fast as humanly possible! The het was starting to pick up in intensity, and there was no way in hell she was going to settle for getting toasted beyond her normal tanned skin coloration! She then tossed all caution out the window and shouted once again, “Sky! SKY! GET BACK HERE! I’m leaving the place without you if you don’t come back right now!” before placing a hand on her hips—hopefully her voice carried to wherever the avian was…
Post by Rachel Zwingli on Dec 5, 2014 3:49:02 GMT -5
starting over again and
►►picking up all of the pieces
Who knew that the hyperactive avian would finally make his way back at the sound of his caretaker’s voice; and as always, he had something stuck in his beak; therefore making communication a bit more difficult, as was the norm if there was something jammed in an individual’s mouth; regardless if it was human or Pokémon. As she heard the scuffling noise and sound of pattering claws against the grit, she then saw the Rufflet headed back her way, trying to articulate something—but only managing to flap his wings rather agitatedly. “Let me guess, you’re scared of being left behind here, all alone?” she began with a smirk and a chuckle as she then crouched down and held her hand out, the better so that the avian could spit out whatever it had retrieved. As the spitball came rolling into her outstretched palm, she then noticed that it was similar to the first actual “thing of value” that she’d spotted on her first nightmarish escapade in the area.
“Hmm… this is interesting. One to sell, one to keep? Not a bad idea, actually,” she began, as she then gave the Rufflet a pat on its very prominent head feather as he began squawking about seeing all manner of weird things; but sadly Rachel couldn’t understand just what the hell he was trying to tell her; so instead she continued to give him a feather tickle as she pocketed the shiny bauble; and then happened to look up at the sky. “Shoot. Time to hightail it out of here!” she added a few moments later, before quickly scooping up the Rufflet in her arms and beating a hasty retreat from the Badlands—because the sun was climbing higher in the sky and there was no way in hell she was going to risk getting sunburned, no way no how.
RELIC VASE !
LEFTOVERS!
KEYSTONE!
