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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
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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.
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Post by Kouji Sakuraba on Apr 28, 2015 22:52:02 GMT -5
Now that Kouji had managed to find some shelter from the underground river, there was a wind that was starting to pick up—and boy was it very cold. “Ugh, damn it, even my underwear’s soaked through and through. This is horrible,” he muttered, before looking around and proceeding to strip off his shirt and then squeezing it as best as he could. He was not surprised to see all the water gushing out of it, and knew that there was going to be more, so he kept on squeezing it until he felt his own hands seizing up from the pressure of too much agitated attempts at drying his clothes.
“Well… I better leave this to dry…” he continued to mutter as he then spread it out and left it against another rock; a smaller one that was sheltered from the big one (that was apparently acting as a wall against the roaring of the water not too far away). “Now what’m I supposed to do? Geez, I really should bring Darren along with me next month…” he remarked; wondering if his assistant had a healthy dose of adventure waiting to be used. “Either way… I got to wait…” he said, before looking around and then stripping down his capri pants; leaving him in a pair of rather soaked boxer shorts.
“Just horrible,” he continued to mutter darkly as he then attempted to squeeze the next piece of clothing while looking around rather shiftily; to make sure he wasn’t going to be snuck up on.
Post by Kouji Sakuraba on May 1, 2015 7:01:02 GMT -5
The Breeder was now honestly debating on whether or not to dry out his boxers as well—simply because majority of his clothing was now drying out on several rocks; his shoes were also perched somewhere and were being left to air-dry to chance too—and he could only cringe; were there perverts in this part of the ruins, anyway? He then began looking around as furtively as he could manage—before deciding to just take a walk around the shore anyways; and leave his clothes alone in order for them to dry much faster.
He then began wiggling his toes as he walked through the gravel-colored bank of sand, before his left toe accidentally stubbed something that was half-buried in the gravel-colored sand. “Ouch! The hell?!” he yelped, jumping backwards from the spot that had stubbed his toe. “Gah, damn it… I have to do something about that hang nail…” he muttered darkly as he hopped around the spot; before spotting the offending piece that had caused him considerable pain. Unlike most of the fossils he already had on-hand; this one looked rather different—the coloration alone as well as the design on it was nothing like he’d ever seen.
“Great, I must be turning into some sort of fossil-broker…” he muttered as he then continued to walk around the area, hoping that the wind would continue to waft through—as he really needed to get his clothes dried as fast as humanly possible.
Post by Kouji Sakuraba on May 3, 2015 3:38:29 GMT -5
As the Breeder continued to look around and just basically tried to get his clothes dry, he then spotted something black that was half-buried in the gravel-colored sand, wondering what it was—but secretly dreading to approach it at the same time, he then decided to check it out and wandered forward, still trying to ease the pain that his toe was currently experiencing—a precursory check revealed that it wasn’t bleeding. Yet.
Kouji then sighed in relief, before recognizing the thing that was half-buried in the sand. “What?” was all he had to say before sighing, and then looking around rather furtively, and then squeezing out his boxer shorts as best as he could manage. The sand underneath his feet turned wet and muddy; but he knew that it had to do for the moment. “Oh, come on,” he added as he then veered back to the rocks where his clothes were currently drying out, before giving them a whack and a beating on the side; the better to get out some residual water that might have been left behind.
After squeezing the clothes out once again, he then decided to explore the other side of the shore; wondering if he would be able to find something of interest this time at the new location…
Post by Kouji Sakuraba on May 4, 2015 4:35:05 GMT -5
Once the Breeder had begun his walk on the opposite bank, he then noticed that the coloration of the sand was slightly different as it was compared to where he’d left his clothes to dry. “Don’t tell me these places weren’t similar in the first place…” he muttered to himself, crouching down and picking up a handful of sand to examine. “Feels different, too…” he continued to mutter, not realizing that in that handful of sand, there was a marble waiting to be discovered. As he continued to run his hands through the handful he was examining, his palm then felt something…a bit smoother as compared to the rest.
“Hmm?” he mumbled, wondering what had caused that funny sensation. He then began to brush away the sand in his hands—and once the rest of the gritty clumps were gone; in his hands lay a marble. He then blinked; and stared—had his luck finally turned around and gone for the better? “Wait a second, don’t tell me…” he continued to muse out loud, before looking around intently on the shore, wondering if there were remains of a statue nearby. To his dismay he spotted none, and sighed; but what had caused this marble to turn up here in the first place?
“All’s well that ends well,” he said with a grin, tossing the weird, funny-colored thing up and down in his hands, before making his way back to where he’d left his clothes.
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ARMOR FOSSIL!
MOON STONE!
GYARADOSITE!
