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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.
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Sex; When you get under the clothes, fade to black.
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Post by Nigenteki Reikon on Jun 30, 2014 22:40:40 GMT -5
Drizzly day out… meant that his Rapidash was gonna be antsy. That’ll be fun to deal with… she was in the stable, at least, and Gurdurr will probably make sure that she was comfortable, so there wasn’t much of a need to worry. The sound of the rain was kind of nice, at least. Made lazing around in his living room a heck of a lot nicer, that was for sure.
“Meow~”
Michael smiled and scratched idly at the ear of a cute little girl of a Meowth as she hopped up and sat in his lap. The TV was playing in the background, but it was just local news; boring, so he opened his laptop, blinking slightly when a new email in his inbox.
“Hey, look at that,” he said to the Meowth, which wasn’t paying any attention, “Steinhart wants me to breed something. That’s an interesting change.” Of course, the email didn’t actually say Steinhart and wasn’t from any known Steinhart operative, but he knew who the sender was and the meaning behind the text. As if on cue, he heard two Poké Balls teleport into his parents’ breeding section. Suddenly, he was in a very good mood, so he put on some music and began typing up an email after finding a breeder, since his parents were out and didn’t have one of those rare licenses anyway.
“If I ruled the wooorld….~”
As he finished the email, a poll caught his eye. Apparently, he was wanting to find a name for his breeding room. The thought made him smile, but he clicked on the one saying “Love Room.” Was kind of a sweet thing to call it… sounded like something his parents would call it.
(OOC: Requesting a breeding between Minccino and Chimchar:
Chimchar Female Fire Spin, Acrobatics, Taunt, Slack Off
Minccino Male Encore, Helping Hand, Swift, Tail Slap)
Post by Altair Stavros on Jun 30, 2014 23:37:06 GMT -5
"Oh, someone voted for the Love Room option. A bit bland, but at least it's not The Pokemon Playboy Mansion or Whorehouse. Why hasn't that been taken down yet anyway?"
The receptionist turned to Altair, who was looking at something on his cellphone. From his comment just, there was no mistaking what he was looking at.
"Seriously sir? You're following it right now? Are you that bored?" There were just... no words for this. How the mighty have fallen.
"They shouldn't have delayed the stupid flight again." Altair grumbled. "They should know how much people hate being stalled. Twice."
The receptionist rolled her eyes. "Then you can occupy yourself by breeding a fabulous Minccino and Chimchar. Just got the request now."
Altair blinked. "...Fabulous? Why fabulous?"
The receptionist blushed. "...Just get on with it sir! It's something to do while waiting."
"Riiiiiight." Altair grinned knowingly as he put his phone away and walked out of the room."
Post by Altair Stavros on Jul 1, 2014 0:29:52 GMT -5
"Just a day and they're already-"
And that was as far as Altair managed to get while looking at the still unnamed breeding room before someone burst into his office. "Sir you don't have time to talk to yourself like you're crazy! You have another request already!"
To his credit, Altair didn't jump or scream like a little girl when the woman barged in. Didn't stop his heart from jumping like a Buneary or racing like a Rapidash. It was only because he was such a good actor that his face was still set in the last expression that he had it in.
"...Right." Altair exhaled slowly as he turned around to face the woman. "Pokemon involved?"
"A Golduck and a Horsea. It's weird." She shrugged. "But eh, we've done weirder before. Like anything to do with your benefactor's living sword. It was subject to a lot of green jokes, you know."
"I can imagine." Altair remarked dryly. "Well, lead the way then."
Post by Zernebog Romanov on Jul 1, 2014 2:01:08 GMT -5
The mysterious old man was back. And in black, no less. Black polo, black slacks, black hat, black sunglasses, black socks, black trench coat... truly a demonstration of all-black.
While it was just a stroke of luck that he had happened upon this wonderful promo at their website, the old man simply could not resist the temptation. There was much potential to be had in this gift to his gr- friend. Why, he already had the payment in hand.
"25 dots... a small, paltry sacrifice in the next step to becoming the best gift-giver of all time! MUAHAHAHAHAH-"
"Dear, shut up. I'm trying to sleep." The old man cringed as he stopped at the door. "Just go where you need to go and stop laughing like a hyena. Don't make me sic our daughter on you."
His associates had been at it, discussing possible finalization for the Sai Combat Squad, determining which Pokeon with what moves would be able to perform the squads functions to the best. This included input from his own ace herself, and finally, one of the final members of the squad was in an egg.
All that remained was to hatch it, but another matter remained. This particular breeder was very successful, and a partnership had been struck between them. Giving the man access to their arsenal of Steinhart Pokemon, the breeder would give members of Steinhart discounts for breeding through him. And with agents carefully organizing their arsenal, training them, the bank would appear more enticing to draw from.
It was a win-win, no?
To Mr. Stavros
It pleases me that we have come to an agreement with our deal. I hope that you are equally as pleased. I've just wired the payment to you for the Chimchar egg, you should receive it shortly. I look forward to future transactions with you.
Post by Nigenteki Reikon on Jul 2, 2014 22:11:41 GMT -5
Word on the grape vine was that leader of Steinhart was looking for a particular Pokémon. Well, ‘grape vine’ might not be such an accurate description as ‘got an email straight from the source.’ A Chespin… Michael had never heard of that Pokémon in his life. The fact that Saber apparently wanted one with a particular egg move didn’t make it any better. So, the first thing to do was to figure out what this ‘Chespin’ Pokémon was. Luckily, the internet practically had all information in existence, you just had to know how to find it.
“Ah, so that’s what it is,” he said to himself idly. So it was a Grass-type Pokémon found in the Safari Zone. One of those ‘starter Pokémon,’ some people called them. That just made it oh-so-easier, but hey, no one ever said he was lazy. He pulled out one of his parent’s books, a book that just so happened to be a sort of encyclopedia on egg moves, this one having info on Kalos Pokémon.
“Synthesis… Synthesis… ah-ha!”
Okay, so needed to find a female Chespin… the father wasn’t a concern because, as luck would have it, there was a male Seedot that had Synthesis, which was compatible. A few minutes of searching through the Pokémon the new Steinhart breeder had, he actually managed to find a female Quilladin, which was apparently its evolution.
“Wow, he wants something and we literally have the ability to make it right in front of us,” Michael said with a laugh. Now it was just a matter of making another email, just like he did lots of times already. When he was done, he picked up his cup of hot coffee with a proud smile, letting the feeling of a job well done wash over him.
“Augh, why is this iced?!”
(OOC: Requesting a breeding between the Seedot in the Steinhart bank between Zernebog’s female Quilladin.)
Post by Altair Stavros on Jul 3, 2014 8:01:27 GMT -5
"...Sir?"
Altair frowned and slowly put down the newspaper he was reading. "Jane. I know that tone." He began, tapping the armrest of his chair while keeping his chair faced away from her. "How bad is it?"
Though he couldn't see it, Jane flinched. "Sir... someone hacked into the poll site and gave it a nasty virus." She gulped. "The entire page now links to two women bouncing... erm... excrement on their b-"
The tapping stilled. "I've heard enough."
The chair around just enough for her to see a glimpse of his blood red eyes and his bright gold hair. There was a spark of honest irritation in them for once. "Just get the computer people we know on it. Spare no expense to purge the virus. If not possible... delete the site."
A pause. "I will be taking care of a breeding while you go do that, understand?"
Jane chuckled nervously. "Yes, sir."
BREEDING
Steinhart's MALE Seedot && Zerne's FEMALE Quilladin
A chocolate-haired young man lied with his eyes closed on a couch. Despite the incessant beeping of an alarm clock, he didn’t wake up. Even with a Meowth on his chest and pawing at his cheek, he didn’t wake up. It wasn’t until the cat unsheathed her claws and nicked his nose that he finally woke up.
“GAAAAAH!”
Holding his face, he looked at his Meowth, glaring. “What the heck?!” Before he could yell at his cat, which wouldn’t have been very effective anyway, he heard his alarm going off. “Oh… thanks,” he whispered embarrassingly, tapping the alarm into silence. He did NOT sleep very long, but it was time to check breedings and stuff. He went to his email and hey, the breeding he requested was a success, apparently. Only one egg, but that was all he needed. It even had a price tag.
“Alright, time to take care of this, then maybe try to get some more sleep or something.”
Post by Kouji Sakuraba on Jul 4, 2014 1:23:22 GMT -5
claiming an egg~
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Realizing that he was a bit overdue for picking up the Horsea that he had ordered, he then decided to pay one of the other Ranches a visit, since he’d gotten a message stating that the egg he’d reserved was ready for pick-up; sop with a little shuffling around, he then made sure to lock up the Ranch after he’d left; flipping the “Open” sign to “Closed” and then travelling some distance before he got to a fellow Breeder’s Ranch, which was called the “Gardens of Babylon”. Wondering if his own “supplier” had been to this ranch sometime before, he then decided to knock on the door and enter—and saw a madhouse. There were people running around with empty incubators; supplies; hay bales—and amidst all the chaos, there were some people getting their Pokemon or either buying, or leaving them behind for the “miracle” to happen. Seeing that there was a lull in the crowd after seeing the initial blast of chaos, he then squeezed his way forward to the counter before dropping the dots in his wallet on the counter and getting the words out, “One Horsea egg please!” hoping that his voice could be overheard above all the chaos that was happening so far at this point in time.
Post by Kouji Sakuraba on Jul 11, 2014 3:48:04 GMT -5
neeping courier
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(assuming this is a different day)
He could only shake his head in wonder as he was now on a mission: he’d been sent to breed something for his benefactor, and apparently she’d already sent a message ahead to the other Breeder informing him of the details, all he had to do now was to bring over the partner and wait for the result of whatever it was that was going to happen. Oh, that and I’d have to get to that other breeding someone requested from me, since they want that, guess it is equivalent exchange so that’s fair… he thought to himself as he began tossing the Pokeball containing the female Typhlosion that he’d borrowed from his own benefactor. Sure hope the place isn’t in utter bedlam now… he added to himself as he made his way towards the now-familiar Ranch nicknamed “the Gardens of Babylon”.
Seeing that there were delivery trucks parked outside, he could only sigh as he continued down the walkway and into the actual “office” where all proceedings were held. Thankfully, it seemed to be a slow day, so he then dropped the Pokeball on the counter and said, “I’m here on behalf of my…benefactor, for that negotiated Torchic breeding she’s requested. She should have sent you all the details including payment negotiation, I’m just here to deliver the partner Pokémon,” he continued, rolling the Typhosion’s Pokeball around the counter. I hope she knows what she’s getting into… he thought to himself as he sat down on one of the couches nearby and waited.
✉
Permission given for fem!Typhlosion by way of affiliation for agreed breeding.
Post by Altair Stavros on Jul 14, 2014 9:51:36 GMT -5
"So you three decided to set up a new site after deleting the old one?"
Altair's done was dry and amused as he looked at the trio of women standing before him like a group of shamed schoolchildren. Considering that two of them were older than him, it made for an amusing sight if anyone were present to watch.
"...Yes sir." Jane said with a sheepish grin. "It's really popular and it brings in more customers. They seem to like voting on it even after that horrid video invaded our systems."
Willow, the redhead, stepped forward to continue the sales pitch. "Why, you even have a breeding request right now from some guy named Kouji. Apparently he had negotiated a Torchic breeding with your benefactor and dropped off his client's Typhlosion to help it along. I wouldn't say this was legit since he got the species of that weird colored chicken wrong, but I got confirmation from the man himself to breed his Blaziken."
Altair blinked. "You mean the one that looks like it belongs in Nimbasa?" He'd seen it a couple of times when his benefactor had it rest in the ranch instead of in storage.
She nodded. "The same, sir."
"Alright, fine." Altair stood up from his seat. "We'll continue discussing this later, ladies. I have a breeding to attend to first."
BREEDING
Zerne's MALE Blaziken && Izumi's FEMALE Typhlosion