OOC: Come on in guys! We are here to have fun, so welcome to the world of OWOD, a Sinnoh based Pokemon adventure, taking place near the same time as X and Y (I will be forgoing the whole timeline theory, so feel free to mention passed events [team plasma] and mega evolution)! Go ahead and bring characters from your other RP's on here(maybe on vacation, I don't know). I just want to have something where people can let loose. Now remember, I want a clean, fair, BUT artfully performed fight. I don't want to see any blows below the belt or any hairs out of place. Alright, get to your corners, and come out FIGHTING!!!
BIC:
Route 214 was covered in fog that day. A once popular area for trainers to battle and converse with one another on their journeys was empty. Or that's at least what anyone can tell.
Noah Sanders, a fairly new trainer right smack-dab in the middle of his journey with only three belts in his pocket and three pokemon with him. Noah had far to go if he wanted to live up to the standards that his parents had left for him, but that wouldn't stop him, and neither would this fog.
He had been walking for what seemed like hours, which was odd, because route 214 was a fairly short route that was usually half a days walking distance. But it was odd because he left his camp at Lake Valor at sunrise, and it was already getting dark.
Noah cursed. "How did I get so lost?" he muttered to himself.
He decided to set up camp where he stood.
But something didn't seem right.
The air was still. It was almost too still, even for a place empty of people, there had to have been pokemon moving around, but nothing. There was nothing.
That was when he saw it...a great overbearing shadow. The beast it seemed to belong to toward and took near physical form, but showed no physical features.
A Pokeball flew through the air. The ball had not hit the ground yet, but had opened and released a red light, piercing the fog for a slight second. From the light, a figure appeared. The figure had a large human, yet fish-like shape, with a large chipped fin on its back.
The Pokeball propelled itself back to Noah's hand. He then shouted into the fog, "Go Zanketsun! Use Dragon Claw!" and the gabite lunged at its opponent.
Nothing. Nothing happened. Fear rose in Noah as the beast started to make noise. A low growling noise, yet mixed with a high pitched squeal. Before Noah had the chance to realize it, Zanketsun was back in his ball and he was sprinting into the unknown of the fog. When he stopped to catch his breath, knowing the beast must have been far gone, he smiled. This was his adventure.
BIC:
Route 214 was covered in fog that day. A once popular area for trainers to battle and converse with one another on their journeys was empty. Or that's at least what anyone can tell.
Noah Sanders, a fairly new trainer right smack-dab in the middle of his journey with only three belts in his pocket and three pokemon with him. Noah had far to go if he wanted to live up to the standards that his parents had left for him, but that wouldn't stop him, and neither would this fog.
He had been walking for what seemed like hours, which was odd, because route 214 was a fairly short route that was usually half a days walking distance. But it was odd because he left his camp at Lake Valor at sunrise, and it was already getting dark.
Noah cursed. "How did I get so lost?" he muttered to himself.
He decided to set up camp where he stood.
But something didn't seem right.
The air was still. It was almost too still, even for a place empty of people, there had to have been pokemon moving around, but nothing. There was nothing.
That was when he saw it...a great overbearing shadow. The beast it seemed to belong to toward and took near physical form, but showed no physical features.
A Pokeball flew through the air. The ball had not hit the ground yet, but had opened and released a red light, piercing the fog for a slight second. From the light, a figure appeared. The figure had a large human, yet fish-like shape, with a large chipped fin on its back.
The Pokeball propelled itself back to Noah's hand. He then shouted into the fog, "Go Zanketsun! Use Dragon Claw!" and the gabite lunged at its opponent.
Nothing. Nothing happened. Fear rose in Noah as the beast started to make noise. A low growling noise, yet mixed with a high pitched squeal. Before Noah had the chance to realize it, Zanketsun was back in his ball and he was sprinting into the unknown of the fog. When he stopped to catch his breath, knowing the beast must have been far gone, he smiled. This was his adventure.
