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Post by Damian Moreau on Mar 11, 2015 7:52:09 GMT -5
Damian was…rather surprised to find out that he was capable of breeding Pokémon as much as a Breeder was—only problem was that there was a certain limit to how many he could get to within the span of a week. “Well, best thing to do is to try it out…” he muttered to himself, rising from the stool that overlooked one of the several work tables that were scattered around his laboratory and heading over to the Transporter and punching in several codes.
“Kind of odd for that girl to come over and offer that entire home stead of Pokémon available to her for me to use… but eh, won’t look a gift horse in the mouth if it sauntered in…” he muttered to himself as he double-checked the code, to make sure that he had the correct sequence punched in.
After a few more seconds of waiting, he then blinked and watched as a containment unit clattered in, ready for him to use. He then extracted aforementioned unit and peered inside—seeing that there was this weird, almost…ancient-looking Pokémon slumbering within. “Strange that Aerodactyls can be female. I know that their gender ratio is mostly male…” he continued to himself as he then went out to the small expanse in the back where his Flying-types were flitting in the breeze. Once he’d managed to find his Rufflet (and persuaded the avian to come over with him) he then sent out the Aerodactyl, who then let out a loud roar.
“Whoa… calm down!” he began, holding his hands up in the universal “don’t hit me” stance. “Uhhh… don’t eat my Rufflet. Please. I’d not like it if you do…” he continued with a rather stern tone in the Aero’s direction, who was now shuffling around.
Post by Damian Moreau on Mar 19, 2015 6:14:59 GMT -5
He’d been too busy and had gotten swept up with raising his newly-hatched Aerodactyl, he’d very nearly forgotten that he could breed once again! Realizing that the limits of breeding that a Professor could do was one less than an actual, official Breeder (at least until after a certain number had been passed) he then scratched his head, before whistling as he walked over to his lab’s Transporter and punched in a code. He’d just found out about some Bug-types that had wings; but the problem was that since he’d gotten too swept up with raising the aforementioned Aerodactyl (as well as raising his own troops until they were fit and ready) he didn’t have the time to go out and search for them himself.
Well, at least that weird raven-haired girl was nice enough to allow me access to her storage… and that Breeder who gave me these Pidove eggs also let me borrow stuff from him… such nice people… the Professor of Aerodynamics thought with a grin as he then punched in a series of two codes into his Transporter, before waiting for the two borrowed ‘mons to arrive. Several moments later, two very different containment units clattered into the receiving dishes, and he quickly extracted them before heading out to the space he’d set apart for the ‘breeding grounds’; one of the few places that wasn’t inside the cavern-like laboratory that housed his research facility.
Squinting up as he made his way out into the small pasture of land out back, he then set the two loose from their containment units—and saw that one of them looked like a pine cone, the other one was the one that had the wings and such. “Hello there, you two,” he began, holding up his hand in welcome.
“Alright, so your owners are very gracious individuals… and I would very much like you two to just get to know each other. Okay? If there’s something wrong, please let me know,” he continued, before turning around and leaving the Flygon and the Pineco to their own devices…
Post by Damian Moreau on Mar 20, 2015 6:06:33 GMT -5
Damian wasn’t exactly expecting to hear a rather stunned, if not outright disgusted outburst coming from the small pasture out back. Wondering as to what the hell had caused the sudden outburst of emotion to take place, he then proceeded through the entire laboratory, quickly wiggling out of his lab coat and perching his reading glasses on his head as he strode outside; before seeing a scene that wasn’t exactly heart-warming: the Pineco looked mighty uncomfortable; whereas for the Flygon, it looked absolutely sheepish.
He could only guess as to what had happened, before he remembered something else he had to give one of the two at least, before attempting the reconciliatory attempt.
Several minutes of bustling later, he returned back to the small grazing grounds and was holding something yellow that smelled absolutely funky in his hands, before looking at the Flygon and tossing the mushroom his way. “Here, have one of those. Might help…?” he remarked with an equally sheepish tone in his voice; before watching the Flygon catch it out of mid-air before chowing down on it. “Now… uhhh, let’s try that again, shall we?” he added, before leaving the two alone; hopefully this time around nothing too disastrous would happen!
Professor Damian Moreau. To say that Knox had heard of that name only a few times before, and most of the time only in passing. It was quite the surprise when Knox received an email from the aforementioned Aerodynamics Professor. The Aqua chemist did not know what to think about the situation, let alone what to feel about it. A part of him was pleased (and could he dare say... happy?), true, but another part of him was uncertain.
Thus two days after he saw the email, he found himself in a highly unfamiliar laboratory. "Good afternoon." He said to no one in particular in a rare moment of politeness. "I'm here about the Trapinch egg. It was mentioned in the email."
Post by Damian Moreau on Mar 20, 2015 8:55:51 GMT -5
It was a bit of a shame that the rescue effort had only netted him one egg—and that right away, he knew he’d sent an email message to the individual that was looking for a Trapinch egg. Soon. I’ll get my own Trapinch sooner or later. I just have to wait a while… well, not too long anyways, he thought to himself as he saw someone approaching his cavern-like laboratory before hearing the intercom system go off. Well, I should get an assistant at the very least… he continued to muse to himself as he then very carefully placed the lone egg that the two borrowed ‘mons had produced into an Incubator, before carrying it out towards where his guest was waiting.
“Alright, in a minute, I’ll be there!” he called out, picking up the pace before eventually arriving at where the other human presence was waiting in his laboratory. “Sorry if the place is still a bit messy. Haven’t completed unpacking yet,” he began sheepishly, before indicating the loaded Incubator. “Here you go, good sir. Do take care of that little one,” he remarked, and then held up his hand just in case the other man was going to break out the cash and pay for it. “You can have the egg for free; although I’d greatly appreciate it if you would drop by again in the future when the Trapinch is fully grown,” he added, before handing off the loaded container to the purchaser.
Post by Damian Moreau on Apr 3, 2015 5:55:13 GMT -5
It had been some time since Damian had actually gotten to breed something; and now that the opportunity had presented itself, he knew that he wasn’t going to pass it up. He’d already forgotten to breed something last week—the pains of being very busy and trying to contain a rampaging Aerodactyl that had very nearly mauled his leg off—and now was going to be the time he was going to make up for lost productivity. He then walked over to his own Transporter and punched in one of the codes, before stepping back and watching as a containment unit made its appearance a few moments later.
Once he’d managed to extract the container from the Transporter—and walk out to the small patch of land he had outside of his cavern-like laboratory—he then set loose the Pokémon he’d borrowed from the raven-haired Trainer. He then looked at it in surprise and saw that it looked like a pig—but only because of the snout. “Alright, then. Have fun with the space heater, and try not to burn the place down…” he added with a chuckle as he turned around and left the Swinub and Torkoal alone—he had bigger fish to fry in the meantime.
Breeding!
Izumi's male Swinub and my female Torkoal (EM if Torkoal: Endure)
Post by Damian Moreau on Apr 10, 2015 7:44:34 GMT -5
Damian could now see why the Breeder had been overly anxious to give him the Weedle that he’d picked up—who knew that it was going to be this insane to get under control?! “WHOA!” he shouted as he narrowly dodged another hail storm of what appeared to be Poison Sting being fired ruthlessly, relentlessly by the extremely feisty Bug-type once it had realized what its owner was up to. “No, no, no. Stinger! Whoa! Calm down!” he shouted, quickly whistling and calling his Growlithe, Blaze, forward. “Blaze! Try to calm him down! I’ll be getting Sice in a bit!”
The puppy ‘mon then turned to face the misbehaving Bug-type and began growling, gathering a ball of flames in its mouth. Over at where Damian was now searching, he’d finally managed to locate the three Scatterbugs—since he’d noticed that they tended to hang around each other a lot more as compared to his other ‘mons—he then managed to coax Sice away from Ace and Trey; before finally returning to where his Growlithe had kept the misbehaving Weedle under control—due to letting its flames explode all around it. “Stay here and guard them if in case things go wrong, Blaze,” he began, before gently placing the female Scatterbug beside the Weedle; who then turned to look at its companion with a rather devious glint in its beady eyes.
“Be nice, Stinger!” he called out as he turned and returned to his research; hoping that the two would simmer down and get breeding…
Breeding!
my male Weedle and female Scatterbug (HA available if Weedle / HA available if Scatterbug)
Post by Damian Moreau on Apr 25, 2015 10:42:23 GMT -5
Now that the Professor had finally gotten some time off in order to be able to get something bred, he then decided to get to a request that had been forwarded to him by the Breeder that he’d picked up several avian specimens from; due to the aforementioned Breeder actually running out of space in order to be able to get something bred, he’d decided to pick up the other request that had been sent his way. Damian actually heard the Transporter going off with several loud beeping noises, before hearing two distinct clattering sounds echo in the receiving dishes.
The loud noise had caused him to hobble over to where his shiny new Transporter was sitting, before he scooped up the two containers and then quickly hobbled off towards where the modest-sized razing grounds for his own ‘mons were located out at the back of the lab. Once he’d exited the stuffy premises and felt the sun shining down on him, he then quickly sent out the two occupants of the containment units that had been apparently forwarded to him by the ashen-haired Breeder; and blinked in surprise as he saw that one of them was something he’d already encountered before—it was the dragonfly-like ‘mon that had seemingly red eyes. “Oh, hello there. We meet again,” he said before inclining his head in its direction as the second beam of light then transformed into something that had most definitely caught his attention.
“Ohhh… OHHH!” he remarked with a rather sly grin on his face, recognizing what this particular one was. “Well… you two, if you need anything, don’t be afraid to alert my avians,” he commented, gesturing as he then saw a pair of Pidoves fly out before circling around him; then circling around the two Bug-types in turn.
Breeding!
Zuzu's male Flygon and Marionette's female Scyther