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Post by {WW}BetaBloodWolf7 on Aug 26, 2011 1:28:45 GMT -5
A light dusting of snow had settled over the valley. It wasn't unusual that there was snow, at any time of the year the valley would suffer from snowstorms and blizzards, instead it was that there was only a small amount of snow there.
Thinking of the snow, Ackerly pulled out a postcard that had been left in his mailbox just a few days ago. On the front was a picture of Snowpoint City at night. The moon shown brightly in a clear, crisp night. He flipped it over and reread the message on the back.
"Dear sir or madam We would like to invite you to join us and many of your fellow trainers in three days time on Route 216. Your first goal is to find a small shack. It will be clearly labeled for you. Successfully doing so will enter you in a competition. Completion of this event will lead you to many new opportunities, as well as a prize.
We have invited many trainers, both veteran and inexperienced to take part. You are to prepare for Snowpoint's harsh, unpredictable weather. If you do not arrive at the shack in three days time, then we shall assume that you are choosing not to participate.
Also understand that by meeting our representative, you are agreeing to not hold us responsible for any and all injuries that occur to you or your pokemon during this competition"
The letter continued on, most of which was legal information that meant that the organization, who's name was never mentioned, wasn't responsible for much of anything that occurred during whatever this competition.
The clear weather made it easy for Ackerly to find the shack. Outside of it was a large sign that read "POSTCARD RECEIVERS MEET HERE." In big red text. The shack itself was somewhat rundown. The representative seemed to live there, despite how cold the interior was. He was an old man, with long hair and a beard to match. He sat outside of it while a few other trainers who had located the shack milled around, waiting for the competition to begin. Ackerly couldn't blame them for that, none of them wanted to wait in the middle of nowhere for long.
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Post by Rojoneko on Jan 31, 2012 1:36:46 GMT -5
Skye Ping stumbled onto the ground of an unfamiliar area he was in. He had been so used to Violet City's, and nearby town's appearances that seeing a new land was more like an adventure. He stopped, closing his eyes as one of his hands rose up and fiddled with the strap to his shoulder bag; trying to recollect in his head what had just happened.
He began picturing himself getting on a cruise ship, the intention to visit a friend in a far away town. His thoughts were briefly interrupted by a sudden cold breeze, gently tormenting his legs with a numbing pain that sent chills throughout his entire body. He looked around, the area was completely covered in snow. He reached into pack and pulled out furry coat with a pokeball emblem on the back of it, wearing it to provide some form of warmth.
Skye wandered a bit in search of a pokemon center, to his success. He entered the center, sitting at the nearest table to recollect more of his thoughts. The last he remembered was he set his alarm clock for the next stopping and docking point before resting in his cabin. Skye awoke to his alarm saying it was 5 hours past his intended stop, and hurried to dock off.
He stood up, walking towards a nurse that was standing behind a counter; who noticed and asked, "Is there anything I can help you with, miss?" "Yes, I seem to be lost. What area is this?" "Why, this is Snowpoint City." "Snowpoint City? I don't recall any city by that name.." Skye paused, a little worried. "Well, this is the Snowpoint City in the Sinnoh region." the nurse smiled as she finished her sentence. Skye fell silent, taking in what he just heard, "I'm in Sinnoh Region, huh? Well, I might as well see what's around here" he smiled as he thought to himself. Skye walked back to the tables and sat in a vacant spot, beginning to collect his thoughts about what he should do first. He looked over and saw a group walk away from the pokemon center; one of them left a postcard. He walked over to retrieve it to give it back to them, however when he turned around the group had already vanished. Skye looked at the post card and read the message. With a rising smile rising on his soft cheeks, He secured his pack, and let his misdreavus out to catch a breath of the new air around her. With that, the two headed out, eventually making it to route 216.
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Post by Beelzebibble on Nov 2, 2012 14:52:48 GMT -5
She had hardly stepped off through the sliding doors before a forcible breeze, her welcome to Snowpoint, pulled the postcard from her fingers and picked it up on the air, where it danced forward along the length of the railcar. She could do no more than cry out in surprise and reach out a gloved hand for it uselessly, but the ball-shaped bird on her shoulder reacted at once, kicking off with a faint sound like a bell's vibration. Though he bobbed and tilted on his ungainly little wings, the Natu managed to catch the postcard in midair before dropping onto the railcar's roof. The Indian girl rushed to hold out her hands beneath, and the Natu rolled over the side and flopped into her arms with a single slow, weary blink. The postcard was still clenched tightly in his pyramid-like beak. With a small pang, she understood why he had been nipping at the edge of the postcard throughout their ride north through the tunnels underneath Mt. Coronet, and why he had once tugged at the zipper of her parka's side pocket with a single talon. "I'm sorry," said Laksha softly, running a hand along his emerald, petal-shaped feathers. When she took the postcard from his beak, he responded with a tiny chirp, familiar to Laksha, as it was the only kind of vocalization she had yet heard from him. Unless she was only projecting, she thought there was a certain admonishing tone to his cry, which she couldn't pretend not to deserve. In the months that had passed since her first acquiring Jatayu, she'd struggled to understand his small warnings and assurances, born of his power to sense the short-term future. So far she'd made little headway -- partially, no doubt, because of his limited physicality and range of sounds. Still, she couldn't help but feel that a wiser trainer would be able to interpret his behavior much more keenly. In her most optimistic moments, Laksha hoped that in awarding her the Natu, Dace's tutor had been setting her an intellectual challenge she was meant to eventually equal. But there were other times when she was less sure of this, and had to fight a suspicion that the tutor might have actually intended for her to abandon all attempts to divine Jatayu's little omens out of sheer frustration, and focus entirely on raising him as a tournament-worthy fighter. It was not lost on her how perversely appropriate this was ( perverse, a fine word she had picked up recently, after being corrected by her father for confusing it with perverted), that she had managed to find ambiguity in the very fact of receiving this ambiguous creature. Despite the harsh breeze, the sky was clear and the frost cover on the ground was much thinner than Laksha had expected. All the same, every gust rattled her as she began the hike south from Snowpoint to the promised location of this competition. She was well used to snow from the winters in Blackthorn, but as that town was nestled comfortably between mountaintops, wind chill was much less of a concern. Here on flat earth, at the foot of Mt. Coronet, it felt as though the winds from all sides were bouncing off the mountain and toward Snowpoint. A notion even Laksha was old enough to see as absurd, but that was little comfort to the young girl in her thick orange parka, with Jatayu perched once again on her shoulder. She already missed her parents' warm hotel room back in Celestic. But she took heart at the sight of other trainers up ahead, forging the same icy path down Route 217 as she was. Within less than an hour, the shack promised on her postcard came into view. Around and within hung a gaggle of trainers, some chatting with friends, others doing warmups with their Pokemon to stave off the cold. Laksha took her place among them, sat on a rock above the snow, and chose a Pokeball from one of the inner pockets of her parka. In another moment, her Slugma, Sankh, had melted away a wide swath of snow without moving a muscle. Laksha and Jatayu huddled close to Sankh for his heat, and the vermillion beast did not need to be asked before his color gradually shifted to a volcanic near-black; he was cooling his temperature enough that Laksha could actually touch his molten skin. "Thank you, dear," she murmured, warming her palms against his cheeks. OOC: This is the worst writing I've done in a good year and a half. Gets the job done, though, at least.
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Post by Lady Kara on Jun 7, 2015 15:05:41 GMT -5
((This may be an old RP, but I was curious to know if anyone would like this to continue? If so, then might I join with Shinsei? Been ages since I RPed with her and since she's now more experienced than she was in the Pokeschool days (been doing RP stuff with her and my sister's trainers), would be awesome to see how she'd fare in an awesome adventure like this. And if able to join in, I will simply erase this message and post her trek to the shack...))
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