Closed Griefshire

[Furretsu]

Griefshire...

Deep in the heart of the universe - a realm unknown to humanity - a lone Espeon patiently floats in midair.

She has summoned a number of warrior Pokémon to aid her. All of these Pokémon have been instantly teleported to the small ruin above which the Espeon hovers. None of them know why they are there or who any of the other Pokémon are.

"Welcome," she greets them. "I am Aylia, guardian of this dimension - the dimension you're currently standing in. Look around. All of the brown grass, shattered windows, crumbling buildings... but this was once a very nice village. We called it Falshire... It was a bustling and prosperous place. It had its own culture and lore and always had something going on.

But one day, a year ago today, something happened. Nobody knows what - the town just became what you see right now. All of the happiness faded, all of the plant life died... and from then on, we have called this place Griefshire.

The reason I've summoned you is quite simple. I want to find out what happened, but I fear going there alone is not in this dimension's best interest. Please help me search this village for any clues about what happened to Falshire."

The party accepts, knowing they don't have much of a choice.

How it Works & Rules

• Griefshire will play like a typical role-playing game as all of the characters explore and inhabit the deserted village.
• Remember: Nobody knows each other or anything about this odd world. Take time to let relationships build.
• To progress the quest, Aylia (the Espeon) will sometimes share clues, usually in the form of puzzles or riddles that the party must solve. More will be available about these when the time comes. Until one of these "progression points" arises, just roleplay as you usually would.
• Do remember that Griefshire is in another dimension; expect the unexpected.
• Leaving Griefshire is a bad idea. Don't do it. (^^; Actually, I just don't want to have to remember who's where and such.)
• If you're going to be leaving for an extended amount of time, post in the OOC thread (see below).
• Rule-wise, the basic guidelines of every roleplay apply. No godmodding, no flaming, etc.
• There are no minimum word counts in here. Sometimes you can say the exact same thing in four or four hundred words. Just do your best without worrying about artificial length.

More Information (Including Signing Up)

Please only use this thread for the actual roleplaying. All sign ups, discussion, etc. belongs in the OOC thread for this roleplay.

Character Reference

Hopefully this should make things easier. I hate learning names.

Lerutia (AuroraKing) - Furret, male
Shousia/Antimou/Balthor (Metallic Deoxys) - Dodrio, female
Lenka (Honalululand) - Lanturn, female
Biscuit (Tailsy) - Jolteon, male
Lita (LitatheLighmosa) - Grovyle, female
Ada/Rolf (NWT) - Wigglytuff, female/male
Iris (FullMetalCookies) - Riolu, female
Blindas (Walker) - Weezing, male
Starr (Cinderpelt) - Murkrow, male
Vinnie (Verne) - Wynaut, male
Morgan (MidnightSaboteur) - Starmie, neutral
Fangore (Kusarigamaitachi) - Charizard, male

 

[Tailsy]

Biscuit stared up at the floating Espeon-named-Aylia with a slack jaw and his usual eye tic, wondering whether he should interrupt her while she was explaining something that sounded slightly boring or not. Whatever the hell she was talking about was probably extremely important, considering her pretty little face was so down, and there was even something about happiness fading and plants dying. Nuggets, maybe he should keep himself from saying anything but if he did then it would be ridiculously out of character for him and how depressing would that be? Such decisions!

"I was busy right then y'know!" Biscuit declared, his mouth having decided that his brain was too stupid to even consider communication with it. "Y'know what I mean, right, like it was dark and there was this gorgeous little Flareon I mean, not like she was actually like little little if you know what I mean, but seriously I was going to get laid, man."

He paused for a moment, shaking his head and looking thoughtful. "Oh, wait, clues? Is this like... extreme Hide-and-Seek? I'm a pro at that and the story's interesting I guess even though oh no wait you're serious, right?" Biscuit finished, wide brown eyes staring around at the very true-to-tale town around him. Well, shit, Biscuit. You need to stop running your mouth off like that, his common sense announced (rather groggily as though it had just awoken).

 

[H-land]

One moment, she was swimming jovially in the ocean. The next, she found herself gasping for water on parched grass, winded also from the impact of falling from the sky. She could make out a voice speaking- another pokemon, obviously, perhaps a psychic. It sounded female, too. She didn't hear a word that was said, though. Lenka couldn't help herself at all.
She passed out on her side in the grass, oblivious to all that was happening around her.
Her last conscious thought was triggered by a nearby voice, sounding masculine yet immature and altogether quite obnoxious. What an obnoxious voice that is, she thought, redundantly.

 

[Furretsu]

Lerutia looked around, silently debating about what he should do.

"Err," he said, obviously hesitant to be the first to speak to the group. "Hi. Name's Lerutia."

As he looked around, he couldn't help but notice how different all of the "chosen" Pokémon were. It was certainly one of the most eccentric casts he'd ever seen.

 

[Tailsy]

Biscuit blinked and wondered what on earth that bizarre gasping noise was; oh crap, did they need to rescue the wind, too? No! He refused to have to rescue oh no wait, it was a dying Lanturn lying on the grass and possibly just about to depart for Magic Happyland like what his pop told him when he was trippin' that one time. Well, uh, that was pretty interesting, he had to admit.

"Yo, I think it's dead," Biscuit announced, wandering over and poking the Lanturn in the side with his paw. "Or uh, I just woke it up. Electric pulses, you know, right? Wait, why is... she... even here? Where's the water? WHERE'S THE BEEF? Ahahahah, oh man that's good," he cackled, amused deeply by his own joke. Looking up at the Furret who had just spoken, he nodded his greeting and looked back down. Hmm.

 

[Coloursfall]

Iris squeeked as she landed with a thud on her backside, knocking the wind out of her for a moment. She sat blinking and trying to get her breath for a moment, when she noticed a voice. The little blue creature squeeked again, curling into a fluffy ball.

What was going on...?

 

[Vriska Serket]

After listening to what the Espeon had to say, Starr spoke up in an annoyed voice, "I don't suppose there's a 'Go back to where I came from and forget about this pitiful excuse for a village' option, now, is there?" His hatred towards the Espeon was plainly visible in his narrowed eyes.

 

[octobr]

Once upon a time, Vinnie checked himself in a pokedex (look, there was this encounter with a trainer, and to make a long story short the trainer ended up with a few bruises and Vinnie landed himself a pokedex) and it said, "Wynaut can always be seen with a big, happy smile on its face!"

Which was, purely, bullshit. Vinnie wasn't too big into smiling. Vinnie wasn't too big into the whole stereotypical useless pokemon crap either, which is why he got into the business he got into. But that's another story. The story here is that Vinnie wasn't so into smiling, and therefore, didn't.

He especially wasn't smiling when his first time managing to teleport (four years of trying, you know? Four years!) landed him in some desolate asshole of the planet. All torn down buildings and wilted plants and some grass-is-greener attitude pouring out of this chick in front of him. Fortunately Vinnie had a natural charm with the ladies and was prepared to soothe her into seducted calm -- except that there were all these other brats chilling next to him. The whole eleven-inch difference between him and the chick wasn't too big a deal (neither was the hovering. Pah, easy peasy lemon squeezy, all these other psychic people just loved to show off. Vinnie was too confident for that, but he didn't know about the espeon. Bitch be crazy), but the presence of who knows how many other pokemon made the atmosphere uncomfortable and stuffy. Any other day and Vinnie would just get rid of them* but a little listen to the little lady and he realized this wasn't any other day.

He took another glance around. Nothing had changed since the first glance, but he got a little more of a hold on his surroundings: dead stuff, dead stuff, broken stuff, dead stuff. About sixty-two pokemon crowded around him and the floating girl, and more dead stuff. Jesus.

A little thought and Vinnie finally spoke.

"What the shit is going on?"

 

[Clover]

Morgan turned in a full circle, taking note of his surroundings. This included approximately a dozen other Pokémon of various shapes and species. ... Troublesome, he thought. One of these Pokémon was in fact a Lanturn. One would think that if the Espeon who brought them here had any sense, they would have prepared a space for that one previously to dropping them in the middle of nowhere. Sigh.

Taking control of the situation at hand, Morgan quickly used a combination of Psychic to dig a small hole in the dirt below the Lanturn's body and Water Gun to fill up the ditch.

 

[Tailsy]

Biscuit stopped prodding at the unfortunate Lanturn and turned his slightly twitchy gaze on the extremely grumpy-arse Murkrow in the corner. "Nopeadoodle, little snippy scrap, looks like you're stuck here 'cause I always heard that Espeon can only teleport stuff every once in a while or it all goes a bit skew-whiff yeah? Heard about it when... ah, such memories..." he trailed off. Sierra, why do you hate him so??

 

[Furretsu]

Lerutia tapped his foot rapidly, obviously showing the first symptoms of chronic impatience.

"Does anyone have any idea about where we are, exactly?"

 

[Mad MOAI]

Shousia and her "sisters" listened to the psychic Eeveelution. They all nodded simultaneously. Then they heard a voice coming from a Furret.
"Hi. Name's Lerutia."
Balthor turned her head and glared at the Lerutia, snapping with her beak. Antimou craned her neck and blocked Balthor, the head on the very left. "Balthor!" she scolded quietly. "Don't just go around snapping at strangers!"
"I don't like strangers," whined Balthor.
Shut up, said Shousia telepathically to her other heads. We gotta get to know these people, and whether or not they're hostile.
"Hi," Shousia spoke up. "I'm Shousia. The head on my left, your right, is Antimou."
"Hello," greeted Antimou. "Pleased to meet you."
"...And that's Balthor on the end," Shousia finished.
Balthor just grumbled. "This game sounds interesting," she said aloud.
"And no, I don't know where we are," answered Antimou to Lerutia. "I, like all of you..."
"You mean we," Balthor corrected.
"We, like all of you, have never been here before."

 

[Furretsu]

There's... three of them.

Lerutia was very much intimidated by the Dodrio, but he decided not to show it - after all, they did seem nice enough, and having three heads might just allow them to get out of here more quickly.

"Pleasure to meet you, er... ladies."

 

[Tailsy]

"We're in the place my pop said he always went after he sniffed that stuff from the big smoky thing down the road," Biscuit said, nodding his head as though that were that (and as though whatever his pop hallucinated was obviously completely true and not made up by his head). However the snapping coming from the very loud Dodrio introducing itself to Mr I Am Obliged To Be Irritated Furret in the corner interested him slightly more than their possible location.

"Doesn't it get confusing with three of you in one body I mean don't you ever sleep and my name's Biscuit, by the by, although it doesn't matter because you'll all forget anyway."

 

[octobr]

There's... three of them.

Lerutia was very much intimidated by the Dodrio, but he decided not to show it - after all, they did seem nice enough, and having three heads might just allow them to get out of here more quickly.

"Pleasure to meet you, er... ladies."

Aaand taptaptaptaptap.

Nothing like an obnoxious twitch to get you going in the morning, Vinnie thought, easing his way over to the furret, who could easily swallow him three times over. Vinnie was used to this sort of business, though, given that he dealt with taller pokemon and people all the time (sort of. Well, mainly it was just card games ... or stealing snacks) and, well, he wasn't the tallest of pokemon. Or wynaut, for that matter. At an even 1'9 he could hide among his peers, if he had peers. More like species-mates, the rejecting jerks.

Back to the furret, though, he thought, clearing his head with a violent shake. The thing was like a giant version of thumper. And up close Vinnie realized that with one wrong step the furret could just as easily smash him as eat him.

Maybe later.

Vinnie slid back over to where he was and eyed the crowd hungrily. There was a babbling jolteon that seemed to have a handle on things. Well, he was only about a foot taller, so that was a comfortable difference.

Vinnie sidled on up to Biscuit. "Biscuit, right? Right. You got something you wanna share with the class? Either you know more than the rest of us or you're just pulling words out of your ass."

In retrospect vinnie wouldn't be surprised if it was the latter.

 

[allitersonance]

Fangore landed, only half-listening to the espeon's words as he licked the blood off his fangs and claws. The espeon was lucky that Fangore had just finished off the gyarados and was no longer interested in slaughter, or the espeon would've been next. As it was, Fangore's tail flame was just starting to die down to a more comforting glow.

He didn't even have any new injuries this time. That gyarados had been weak - perhaps half of Fangore's strength, if that. Fangore, feeling much cleaner now, glanced around at the others. A pokemon, a pokemon, sushi, a pokemon, another pokemon, a different species over there, whatever, boring, he didn't care. The espeon in the sky was the only one he was even partially listening to, and he practically forgot what she said as soon as it came out of her mouth.

"Whatever you want," he told her impassively, yawning. The scenery had nothing to offer, but it looked like nobody would miss it if he demolished the place. That made it boring, since he could use a good fight after he refilled his belly (the lanturn was out of place here. He had some liquid she could swim in, though it might be slightly acidic and she might need to be in a few pieces.) and a hotshot trainer might offer it.

 

[Coloursfall]

Iris peeked out of her fuzzy ball when nothing tried to eat her or anything, watching the others that had been gathered with large red eyes. There was a yellow loud thing, a bird with three heads, a little blue thing - It was cute! - and a big fuzzy thing that she noticed.

She uncurled and stood up, wondering if she should introduce herself or not... Probably not, that bird looks kinda scary...

 

[H-land]

Lenka reopened her eyes groggily. A voice she hadn't heard before echoed the question in her own mind- where was she? She realized exactly where she was almost immediately. In a muddy pool of fresh water. She didn't do fresh water. She was a salt water girl. She couldn't see anything, either. She was in a very small hole, she noticed, barely big enough to hold her, and her eyes weren't positioned on the top of her head.
As Lenka tried to manoeuvre herself into a position so that she could see who was talking, she failed horrendously. She just stirred up sediment in the small pool of water that surrounded her when she tried to move her flippers and eroded the walls of her tiny psuedo-pond.
Lenka said nothing. Lenka was tired.
Lenka went to sleep.

 

[Tailsy]

Biscuit hadn't even noticed the hilariously short Wynaut (well okay everything smaller than him was pretty hilarious, but...) moving at a slow pace towards him until it actually started talking. Now, it wasn't every day you met such a midget with a... a... well it was a freaking weird voice, and he got the feeling that he might be being insulted but he decided to try and ignore that. Peace and love and shit, you know?

"I know about as much as she does --" he jerked his head over to the floaty Espeon chick "-- but I'm not sure she knows how hot hey hey hey, you're a midget!"

Gold star.

 

[octobr]

Oh for chrissake.

Well, the folks back home always said to try counting back from ten first, and though Vinnie didn't like making an idiot out of himself he also didn't like destroying potential contacts. So, there it went -- ten ...

"Yeah, Biscuit, I'm a midget."

Nine, eight ...

There was a dorky brat in blue shorts and big ears giving him that 'you're so cute look.' Fantastic.

Seven --

"But listen, bud, we're gonna need all the help we can get here."

Six this counting thing was worth crap and if he didn't stop hearing the word 'midget' in his hears he was going to have to kill himself. Five.

"So if you can just spare a little info, that'd be great. Yanno?" Four. "Look, I have some good ca..."

Oh shit no. Vinnie checked his person obsessively, patting down all his nooks and crannies (it was pretty weird, but wynauts seemed to have built-in pockets sometimes) with his ear/paw/things. Nothing. Nothing. All his cash -- gone. All his ... personal items -- gone. Either he dropped them on the way to this hellhole or someone stole them. And, being Vinnie, he was a little more inclined to think the latter.

Now that he had a great start to his day, Vinnie kept on going. Speaking through clenched teeth, sure, but nonetheless.

"Ok, Biscuits, the only bribe I got is that you better start talking or I have this feeling that a good few of us in need of your info aren't gonna be too happy." Man did Vinnie need work on being intimidating.