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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.
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RULES
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Sex; When you get under the clothes, fade to black.
Violence; Do not go into extreme nauseating detail.
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With his drilburr's work done Mao contemplated which of his knights to send out next. The pokemon of these caves seemed to be very good at providing experience for his knights in training. In fact it was thanks to these caves that Blaze, Hawk, and Karlek had been climbing the rungs in their evolutionary ladders. He couldn't just set out his already trained knights, he needed someone who needed a little bit more oomph into their training.
"I know just the knight."
In a flash of red, the small blue froakie that was Mao's little secret agent in training was summoned forth. The small pokemon was agile, quick, and lithe, able to get most places in Mao's own apartment block through the ventelation system. To have him reach his next stage would make him extremely useful, and indescribably useful beyond that. "You know what we're searching for, so if you don't mind." The Froakie gave a simple nod and salute, hopping off on his search.
Dig Dig Dig . . . What's this?! Congratulations, You've found Relic Band! A bracelet made in a civilization about 3,000 years ago. A maniac will buy it for a high price.
Much like the drilburr before him, Ken took quickly to searching for these gems, keeping his eyes on the ground as he clung to the ceiling, a thin layer of slime over his feet and hands allowing him to cling to the surface with ease. It was small things like this, and his ability to use camouflage, that had Mao dubbing him a "ninja" or "Spy" rather than the typical knight on most occasions. Ken didn't mind this personally, in fact, he relished the role, believing it put him in a more useful position than most of Mao's bodyguards. He just had to prove he could make use of this role if he wanted to stay in it.
Hearing a scurrying noise below, he was quick to spin to his back, his front now facing the floor below as he scanned more carefully, the light blue tone of his skin turning a deep, murky brown to allow him to blend in with the stone he clung to. He knew this search was equal parts...well...searching, and equal parts training. If he were to encounter a wild pokemon, he was to take it on with no mercy or prejudice. Sadly, rather than an imposing foe like he was hoping for, his target appeared to be a stunfisk. An electrical and ground pokemon. He had both the advantage, and disadvantage from a typing like that. He carefully waited for the electric type to come beneath him, waving an arm and spreading his toxic spikes around the pokemon, the light metallic clanging alerting the electric type to his location. Not that it mattered. Opening his maw a black sphere fell, rolling off his tongue and hitting the floor hard, an explosion of smoke coming forth.
With the knowledge he was being attacked, but suddenly no way to see, the stunfisk flailed randomly in an attempt to escape the smoke, poisoned by the littered toxic spikes in the process, Ken landing harmlessly outside the smoke as his camouflage faded away, watching as the stunfisk escaped his smoke cloud with groans of agony from the countless spikes sticking into his body. Spotting the froakie that had done this to him, he was quick to retaliate, shooting out a thunderbolt towards the small water type. Not one to let such an attack go unchecked, the water type activated the secondary use of his camouflage, his skin taking on the ground element of the stone hall he stood in, and the thunderbolt passing through him hamlessly. With no reason to prolong the battle, Ken used this advantage to rush towards the Stunfisk, leaping over it before another attack could be unleashed, and pounding it into the floor with a successful water pulse, dusting himself off and moving on from the stunfisk as he left it to groan and succumb to the poison.
With the earlier stunfisk likely no longer a threat by now, Ken was deciding to walk on his feet rather than crawl along the ceilings. he had keen, honed senses, so if he were to be approached by a wild pokemon, even from behind, he would have plenty of chance to camouflage himself.
Or so he thought.
On the path ahead, coming out from behind a corner, was a wynaut. A typically defensive pokemon that would pose him little threat, but thanks to it's incredibly light weight and the softness of it's feet, it made hardly any noise, and due to that, it was quick to spot the Froakie coming along the hall, turning to face it with a defensive pose. Not seeing much point in taking this on, Ken was about to turn away and move on, only to suddenly feel intensely sick in his gut. A small light around his feet told him he had been caught in a destiny bond, and his glaring eyes turned back to the Wynaut who was giving a teasing "come and get me" dance. Ken knew this was just for show, the Wynaut knew it couldn't be offensive, and that the destiny bond would only work if Ken himself were to take the wynaut out...an interesting scenario. if he truly was a ninja, he should be able to disable this threat with ease, even without needing to KO it.
Rushing towards the Wynaut, it too rushed towards the froakie, trying to tease him into an attack. Reaching back, the frog pulled the clumps of stickie bubbles from his scarf / hood, flinging the white clumps forward towards the feet of the wynaut, forcing it to brake hard as he suddenly found himself unable to move his feet, stuck to the ground. he still wanted a fight it seemed, lashing out with his wild ear like arms, flailing them about. Ken dodged with ease, leaping over the Wynaut and flinging another two stickie clumps, pinning the wynauts arms to the ground and leaving it stuck there, proud that he managed to disable the threat without invoking the destiny bond, giving a sigh of relief as that also subsided.
Relic Band!
Salamencite!
