Tracking and Battles

Amber could hear the nearby sounds of pokemon as she walked, from the rustling of plants to creaking branches. The trainer was currently in the mysterious area known as Sylvangloam with colorful grass and giant mushrooms. Sylvangloam’s landscape was also constantly shifting and changing, although no one knew why. Professor Blackthorn had begun to research more into it but had yet to reach a major breakthrough. Being a scientist herself, Amber found the area in...

Amber was walking alongside another trainer named Kavi as they walked over the grassy fields near Rivertide city. Being that Amber was a scientist she had met the other trainer through his family’s connections to her laboratory. A little bit ahead of them walked their pokemon. Amber had a shiny sanyatto while Kavi had a black and white colored servine/salazzle fusion.   “Hopefully we’ll find something in...

Jackson paused for a moment as he spotted something up ahead. Him and his partner pokemon, Atlas, were currently exploring some of the wildress outside Rivertide City. The landscape around them consisted of grassy fields and a nearby lake. Different pokemon were scattered around but there was one in particular that had caught Jackson’s attention.   Coming from the direction of the lake was a totodile. The bl...

    Today, Lukas and the team decided to go to the dump to find some extra things needed for crafting. Gummy was out of his ball and chilling on Lukas’s shoulder as always. The two dug through massive trash heaps, finding all sorts of goodies to take home and craft some nice armor with. Though not everything they saw was treasure, they enjoyed researching it nonetheless, learning about what it once was.     They...

Kavi sighed, pushing back his hair as he walked through the tall grass. He held his elbows high, making sure they didn't drag as he scanned his surroundings, but he was mostly lost in thought. The Fog had brought calamity to the region. Entire cities had been cut off from each other, people had died. A lot of people had died. More yet were displaced from their homes, losing precious belongings. Families had been separated, and many were yet to find their loved ones in the wake...

Deep in the Brookfell Tunnels, a squatter crouched in front of a door. She worked urgently at the lockbox that secured the building.   "One...three...one...two. Got it."   The indicator LED flashed green twice, then the deadbolts holding the door shut released with an audible -click-. Myra opened the door, and peered into...darkness. Rustling, skittering, chittering darkness.   Myra expected this....

A feeling of indifference came over Takahiro as he got the news of getting his first way out. The daggers of the higher ups burrowing into him. “Young Blood”, was what one hissed under his breath, so quiet others wouldnt hear it but with his now enhanced hearing, Takahiro caught it easily, his ear twitching at it as his emotionless stare dug through them. He then turned around, Wonder directly jumping after him as she noticed the other moving, yet Takahiro d...

“Mrow!” Kurai twitched lightly, holding an arm in front of his face as the attack hit Frida full-force, making the Dratini and Purrloin fusion fall back and skitter across the ground, electricity cackling around the field. Wind from the Wattrel’s previous attack still shook the leaves and bushes so close to Brookfell, making the hair of the trainer shake in the wind. A light grumble escaped Kurai as he lowered h...

Her first outing had been a success. One filled nera jar sat in a locked display case, the jar lovingly cradled in a repurposed wine bottle cradle. Dialup was studying it quietly, watching the fractals of ice crawl over the inner surface, neat patterns that obeyed some rigid law of nature. She had identified it, loosely, as a sandshrew, by the tiny ears atop the thing's head, the scutes that formed on it. It was not, unfortunately, one that she thought she had a use for right then, but, it wa...

Satisfied with her progress that afternoon, Dialup had a collection of jars that she was sure would make for fine vessels for Nera. She lined them up on her table, turned to Wattson, and paused. "Keep the Gible Gang in line while I'm gone. Remember to ball them up if they get too rowdy, cause too much of a fuss. Dinner's in the fridge, you know what to do." He nodded once, offered a jaunty salute, and then held out her travel pack. She smiled, and shouldered it, then set to work tying on her ...

   Viggo did his best to avoid the city of Brookfell, but it just couldn’t be helped sometimes. It was good to disappear in, and was unfortunately crawling with Cynic. He might have aligned himself with the team of maniacs, but he certainly didn’t see himself as some avid supporter. He didn’t condone their work when it came to fusions, human evolution… It was all a bit out of this world. But the fog - that’s what mattered.   Viggo was on the cusp of something extraordinary...