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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.
An unseen subtle trail of ivory was released from tainted lips as he shivered. His hands cupped the sleeves of the black scarf that hung loosely around his face. Giovanni moved slowly through the arctic tundra, the soundtrack of pristine white crunching under his feet ringing behind him with each step. Snowflakes fell and delicately touched his skin, his eyes squinting behind black sunglasses. He had grown to hate being so far up in the mountains, the snow here was a lot harsher that what it was in Snowpoint; at least there were provided methods of transportation there rather than having to go on foot. With the world growing dark soon he knew he would need to come here for what he needed before returning home as quickly as possible, Orphne was probably worried sick about him at this point. Poor thing was never one to be left alone.
From the corners, he took notice of the blizzard that was slowly beginning to brew. A man who dabbled in superstitions, he couldn't help but believe this was the work of the Yuki-Onna that was said to have live deep in the mountains, which was half the reason he had come up here. The other half stemmed from a certain Pokemon he had come looking for that was known to dwell deep in these mountains, hidden from the eyes of youth less they knew where to look. And he knew exactly where to look, it was only a matter of luring the fucker out.
Cocky little thing he was. Dulachán. Guess all the time he had been living at that cemetery had fucked with his ego. His personality was a trifle in any case, the brute force that stemmed from his strength was all Giovanni had truly become interested in. The headless horseman was throwing his hands in the air, letting out shrill cries of excitement as he was met with the mucus covered bear that was pondering his actions whilst at the same time trying to whip the disgust from his nose. Watching it was but a thorn in his side. Poor thing. In any case, the black-haired devil grinned as he placed a single hand on his hip, the other serving to point the ghoul in the direction of his target as all ringmasters were known to do.
"Dulachán, be a dear and get rid of this for me. Use Shadow Sneak, love."
A faint sigh crept from his lips creating an unwanted tension that served to make the blue-coated bear shiver in response. Giovanni closed his eyes, opening them all but a moment after, watching as the ghost's shadow moved at an unmatched speed towards the bear. Fists coated in an inky black substance rising from the ground and hitting the bear with a cold one to the face. The cries that followed were music to the ghost's ears, his mask scrunching into a twisted grin as he continued knocking the bear around like a common rag doll. Alas, despite the victorious grin he posed it faded almost instantly as the small bear released a breath made of snow that shot forward at the ghost encasing his body in its entirety. His red eyes shaping into a glare as the snow died down.
"Oh dear, who would've thought such a thing carried spunk. I guess you really can never judge a book by its cover, no matter how torn down it is. No matter, Dulachán use Hex."
Giovanni's hands dropped to the side, his slender fingers feeling the fabric of his jeans. They lifted, instantly, into the air matching the movement's of the Duskull whose hands were now raised to the sky; a large eye appearing in between the fabric that made up his palms. Ghostly, as it was the purple haze that surrounded the eye soon released multiple rings of magenta at the Cubchoo. The rings smacking the bear down deeper into the snow and with each hit the Duskull's smile only grew wider. He enjoyed watching the bear suffer by his own hand, it was one of the many things that made him strive for power. And that strife is what lead to his capture those many years ago. With the snow flurries flying into the air they eventually came to subside, leaving the Cubchoo who was now running in the opposite direction. Giovanni grinned. Good thing he didn't want the little thing to begin with.
Truly a pleasant thing when Giovanni stumbled upon the little cone that he had come searching these mountains for. And to think, he was going to give up after the encounter with that damned bear only moments prior. A brief grin before a slightly cackle in delight crept from behind the mask of the Duskull that was still attached firmly at his side. The little thing relished in the idea of testing the strength of a creature that, if Giovanni demanded so, would be apart of their ghoulish family. A devious smirk and slender fingers as cold as steel snapped causing the cloaked covered demon to pull himself into the line of battle, those deep ruby eyes watching intently as the Snorunt bounced in glee. My, my, my what a spunky little thing he couldn't wait to turn that spunk into something worthy of merit since as of now she was truly irrelevant to the world.
"Now, now Dulachán I expect a clean fight, no?"
Waving his fingers towards the eager, yellow cloaked Pokemon he watched in anticipation as the Pokemon named after the Headless Horseman crept towards the little critter, his shadow extending forward before pulling out into a fist that dived forward towards Snorunt. Shadow Sneak, oh how he loved the move. The shrill cry caused the Duskull to cackle and in response he continued his assault by creating a barrage of shadow covered fists that knocked the poor Pokemon around. Giovanni watched in silence, his emotionless expression only changing when the Snorunt rose to her feet and released a frigid wind from her mouth. Dulachán fell backwards his robbed hands flailing in the air as he felt the cold press firmly against his back. He hated this feeling. The cold that came with this weather always made him angry, hence why he used to dwell in the only warm place that his original home had to offer. Red eyes grew wider from behind that skull face masked, his body shaking the snow from his frame.
"So Dulachán from the looks of it, she'll be perfect, yes?"
The ghost's response was a loud cry in excitement and his hands raising into the air, the eye that formed instantly began shooting small beams made of magenta coloring at the Snorunt. Giovanni watched in amazement as the little creature ducked and dodged each of beams, what followed was the creature using Frost Breath. The attacks collided, creating a grey haze that allowed for Snorunt to dash towards Dulachán, her small mouth opening to use Crunch. The ghoul dodged, instantly, using Shadow Sneak once again knocking the opposing Pokemon to the ground. The fists attempted to come in for another blow only to be met with Snorunt using Protect. Giovanni smiled. The battle was becoming heated by the moment, and he could only stand to watch and allow for the battle to continue to take place
The Headless Horseman snarled in response, his hands raising to the sky using Hex once again, and in response the Snorunt using Icy Wind. Another collision with snow flying into the air and a deep smokey haze covering the mountains. As the smoke subsided, the only Pokemon that stood was Dulachán with the Snorunt lying on the ground. Throwing the Poke Ball he watched patiently as the ball began shaking and the dim red light vanished.
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