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Open Survivor: Storm Peninsula
- Thread starter Valerunner
- Start date
Ivy Newton
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Ivy Newton
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Mmkay. That be-eth the emblem then.
shadow_lugia
Warning: May contain nuts
Valerunner
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((We can start now in the ship, we'll be ariving at Lookout Point once all teams have been filled.))
Another day at the islands, and the stormy skies surrounding the area rage on, with the inhabitants of the Peninsula growing accustomed to the chaos. From the clouded peak of Stormsight Moutain, two winged behemoths pierced the eerily tranquil skies.
High above the skies, a Staraptor and a Pidgeot soar comfortably, looking down on the turbulent seas.
"Think ACT's gonna join this year?"
"Doubt it, they've already won thrice and the studio wants them to be one of the bosses, apparently."
"Figures. Hey, is that the ship?"
"Dunno. Go check it out, Raptor."
The Staraptor gave the other bird a skeptical look. "And give up these massive updrafts to you? Hell no, you're coming with me, Braig."
"Fine, fine." The Pidgeot conceded, then both birds tucked their wings and plummeted down, slashing the storm cloud in half. The winds were furiously brushing against their feathers, and the rain seemed immobile as they collided against each cold drop. A few seconds and about half a mile later, both raptors saw the massive ship, with two Wailord following by the side.
Raptor first perched by the wooden hull, followed by Braig who did a vertical landing.
"Showoff." thought Raptor.
Piloting the ship was a Floatzel, though it had a somewhat golden coat and silver swimming sacs. She was wearing a small, white hat, and had a playful aura with her. She smiled at both her visitors, handing control over to her first mate.
"So what brings you two here?" she asked with a husky voice and the scent of wine came from her mouth.
Both Pokemon saluted her. "We were assigned to scout your position, captain." Braig answered politely.
"At lease, both of you. I'm not gonna bite your head off for being casual." She answered back, pulling a bottle of wine from her bag and swigging it before talking again. "So who sent you two? Venus? Wait, wait. It was Horus, wasn't it? Old fart never trusted me with any ship just because I crashed one. Pah." Her speech slowly became slurred, and both Raptor and Braig looked worried.
A worried Typhlosion and two Nuzleaf then helped her stand back up properly, and the Flame Pokemon exchanged salutes with the bird Pokemon. "Sorry about that, the Captain can go a bit overboard." He apologized, bowing to both visitors.
"Hence the Titanic incident." Braig thought to himself.
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"How long does this damned ferry take? We've been sitting here for hours. Before all this ship business we swam the seas, braving the currents wherever we may be." the old Blastoise croaked from his XL deck chair as the team watched the storm cloud slowly grow closer.
"Calm down, Cairne. At least you don't have to move a muscle. Just sit back and relax." A soft voice came from behind the behemoth, and a Gardevoir sat next to him wearing a sash and sunglasses, sipping some pink liquid.
"Puh, I could've saved us $500 by swimming to this Pen Island place." He snapped back, his voice deep and crackling.
Suddenly, a bell was sounded, and a slurred voice came on the PA. *Attention peoples! -hic- This is your captain speaking, we -hic- will be serving wine all night in -hic- the canteen so -hic- put your party pants on! WOOOO-hic-OOO!*
"What was that?" The ancient turtle cried, cupping his hand to his ear.
"Don't worry, Cairne. It's just some drunk who got ahold of the PA." Marian then finished her drink and leaned back on her chair. "Where's Colt, anyway?"
Meanwhile, in the canteen...
"You messin' wiv me, mate?" A tall, somewhat tipsy Electivire shouted, staring down a plastered Blaziken who held onto a chair for support.
"Sorry pal, I don't deal with -hic- thieves from Pickham." The Pokemon answered back, trying to keep a straight body and failing miserably. If not for the waiters holding both drunks back, he would've stumbled on to the wooden floor.
"A'right, that does it, you're dead!" The yellow giant bellowed, his fist glowing brightly. As the Blaziken finally stood straight, his face was met with a thundering Mega Punch, knocking the waiters down and sending him straight through the wall.
"What a guess, he's fighting again." Cairne shook his head, walking slowly using his trusty cane. Behind him, Marian sprinted towards her fallen comrade, aiding him as the Electivire staggered towards them.
"Stop it!" The Gardevoir shouted at the big Electric Pokemon, a tear forming in her eye. "What's he ever done to you?!" She stared coldly at him, then turning to her injured friend. "Are you okay, Blitz?"
"Fine...pain...in...face..." The Blaziken croaked back, groaning in pain.
Cairne then stood in front of the Electivire, looking him in the eye with a somber, serious look. "Let's talk about this properly. What's my friend done to deserve your wrath?"
The Electivire answered quite aggressively, "He call'd me sis'er a deaf lezza !"
"It's her fault, she shouldn't have used the karaoke and deafened the whole sea! She's worse than Marian!" Colt answered back, somewhat recovered from the attack.
The Gardevoir then crushed Colt's upper arm, glaring back with flames in her eyes. "What?!" She gritted her teeth.
A thunderous explosion was then heard from the canteen. "Ouch." The Wailord said to himself, seeing a body fly about 20 feet up from the ship.
Another day at the islands, and the stormy skies surrounding the area rage on, with the inhabitants of the Peninsula growing accustomed to the chaos. From the clouded peak of Stormsight Moutain, two winged behemoths pierced the eerily tranquil skies.
High above the skies, a Staraptor and a Pidgeot soar comfortably, looking down on the turbulent seas.
"Think ACT's gonna join this year?"
"Doubt it, they've already won thrice and the studio wants them to be one of the bosses, apparently."
"Figures. Hey, is that the ship?"
"Dunno. Go check it out, Raptor."
The Staraptor gave the other bird a skeptical look. "And give up these massive updrafts to you? Hell no, you're coming with me, Braig."
"Fine, fine." The Pidgeot conceded, then both birds tucked their wings and plummeted down, slashing the storm cloud in half. The winds were furiously brushing against their feathers, and the rain seemed immobile as they collided against each cold drop. A few seconds and about half a mile later, both raptors saw the massive ship, with two Wailord following by the side.
Raptor first perched by the wooden hull, followed by Braig who did a vertical landing.
"Showoff." thought Raptor.
Piloting the ship was a Floatzel, though it had a somewhat golden coat and silver swimming sacs. She was wearing a small, white hat, and had a playful aura with her. She smiled at both her visitors, handing control over to her first mate.
"So what brings you two here?" she asked with a husky voice and the scent of wine came from her mouth.
Both Pokemon saluted her. "We were assigned to scout your position, captain." Braig answered politely.
"At lease, both of you. I'm not gonna bite your head off for being casual." She answered back, pulling a bottle of wine from her bag and swigging it before talking again. "So who sent you two? Venus? Wait, wait. It was Horus, wasn't it? Old fart never trusted me with any ship just because I crashed one. Pah." Her speech slowly became slurred, and both Raptor and Braig looked worried.
A worried Typhlosion and two Nuzleaf then helped her stand back up properly, and the Flame Pokemon exchanged salutes with the bird Pokemon. "Sorry about that, the Captain can go a bit overboard." He apologized, bowing to both visitors.
"Hence the Titanic incident." Braig thought to himself.
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"How long does this damned ferry take? We've been sitting here for hours. Before all this ship business we swam the seas, braving the currents wherever we may be." the old Blastoise croaked from his XL deck chair as the team watched the storm cloud slowly grow closer.
"Calm down, Cairne. At least you don't have to move a muscle. Just sit back and relax." A soft voice came from behind the behemoth, and a Gardevoir sat next to him wearing a sash and sunglasses, sipping some pink liquid.
"Puh, I could've saved us $500 by swimming to this Pen Island place." He snapped back, his voice deep and crackling.
Suddenly, a bell was sounded, and a slurred voice came on the PA. *Attention peoples! -hic- This is your captain speaking, we -hic- will be serving wine all night in -hic- the canteen so -hic- put your party pants on! WOOOO-hic-OOO!*
"What was that?" The ancient turtle cried, cupping his hand to his ear.
"Don't worry, Cairne. It's just some drunk who got ahold of the PA." Marian then finished her drink and leaned back on her chair. "Where's Colt, anyway?"
Meanwhile, in the canteen...
"You messin' wiv me, mate?" A tall, somewhat tipsy Electivire shouted, staring down a plastered Blaziken who held onto a chair for support.
"Sorry pal, I don't deal with -hic- thieves from Pickham." The Pokemon answered back, trying to keep a straight body and failing miserably. If not for the waiters holding both drunks back, he would've stumbled on to the wooden floor.
"A'right, that does it, you're dead!" The yellow giant bellowed, his fist glowing brightly. As the Blaziken finally stood straight, his face was met with a thundering Mega Punch, knocking the waiters down and sending him straight through the wall.
"What a guess, he's fighting again." Cairne shook his head, walking slowly using his trusty cane. Behind him, Marian sprinted towards her fallen comrade, aiding him as the Electivire staggered towards them.
"Stop it!" The Gardevoir shouted at the big Electric Pokemon, a tear forming in her eye. "What's he ever done to you?!" She stared coldly at him, then turning to her injured friend. "Are you okay, Blitz?"
"Fine...pain...in...face..." The Blaziken croaked back, groaning in pain.
Cairne then stood in front of the Electivire, looking him in the eye with a somber, serious look. "Let's talk about this properly. What's my friend done to deserve your wrath?"
The Electivire answered quite aggressively, "He call'd me sis'er a deaf lezza !"
"It's her fault, she shouldn't have used the karaoke and deafened the whole sea! She's worse than Marian!" Colt answered back, somewhat recovered from the attack.
The Gardevoir then crushed Colt's upper arm, glaring back with flames in her eyes. "What?!" She gritted her teeth.
A thunderous explosion was then heard from the canteen. "Ouch." The Wailord said to himself, seeing a body fly about 20 feet up from the ship.
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shadow_lugia
Warning: May contain nuts
(Speaking of which, we'd like a team member who can swim D:
I can imagine the scene already:
Lucifer: How are we supposed to get across? *looking at water separating islands*
Lilith: ...Dang.
Lucifer: We're doomed.
*both throw a fit and die*))
A Houndoom and a Tyranitar stood apart from everyone else, looking down at the water that they, however secret, feared so much.
The Houndoom broke the silence that was only disrupted by the lapping of the waves around the ship with his rough voice.
"How do you think we should get to Seafarers' Haven, Lilith?"
The Tyranitar looked up. "There are three ways that I can imagine. First, we could try to clear the Great Plains from Lookout Point by going north, rest at Tranquility Docks, swim across the sea and clear the Sea of Voices, and sail directly to our goal. Second, we could try to roundabout the Great Plains, but otherwise go the same way. Or third, we could avoid the Great Plains altogether, go northeast to the central island, preferably manuver our way in between the Mountain Outcrops and Stormsight Forest, but we could do one of the challenges, preferably Mountain Outcrops, rest at Stormsight, and then go northwest to Seafarers' Haven."
The Houndoom chuckled. "You sure do know your geography."
"Of course I do, Lucifer. Know the landscape or die, you know."
Lucifer scowled. "It's only because of that photographic memory you have. Taking mental snapshots of maps and always looking at them."
Lilith growled slightly. "You should use the gifts you're born with."
Fortunately for Lucifer, he recognized the signal to shut up.
A few seconds later, a blaring, incoherent announcement came from the intercome.
"Like we care about wine," Lilith mumbled. "Tastes awful and makes you throw up. Don't see why anyone likes it."
I can imagine the scene already:
Lucifer: How are we supposed to get across? *looking at water separating islands*
Lilith: ...Dang.
Lucifer: We're doomed.
*both throw a fit and die*))
A Houndoom and a Tyranitar stood apart from everyone else, looking down at the water that they, however secret, feared so much.
The Houndoom broke the silence that was only disrupted by the lapping of the waves around the ship with his rough voice.
"How do you think we should get to Seafarers' Haven, Lilith?"
The Tyranitar looked up. "There are three ways that I can imagine. First, we could try to clear the Great Plains from Lookout Point by going north, rest at Tranquility Docks, swim across the sea and clear the Sea of Voices, and sail directly to our goal. Second, we could try to roundabout the Great Plains, but otherwise go the same way. Or third, we could avoid the Great Plains altogether, go northeast to the central island, preferably manuver our way in between the Mountain Outcrops and Stormsight Forest, but we could do one of the challenges, preferably Mountain Outcrops, rest at Stormsight, and then go northwest to Seafarers' Haven."
The Houndoom chuckled. "You sure do know your geography."
"Of course I do, Lucifer. Know the landscape or die, you know."
Lucifer scowled. "It's only because of that photographic memory you have. Taking mental snapshots of maps and always looking at them."
Lilith growled slightly. "You should use the gifts you're born with."
Fortunately for Lucifer, he recognized the signal to shut up.
A few seconds later, a blaring, incoherent announcement came from the intercome.
"Like we care about wine," Lilith mumbled. "Tastes awful and makes you throw up. Don't see why anyone likes it."
Valerunner
Probably shouldn't be here.
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shadow_lugia
Warning: May contain nuts
Valerunner
Probably shouldn't be here.
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- She/her
(They will be. Snorlax can swim, remember?)
Dark Tyranitar
Is it progress if a cannibal uses knife and fork?
Could I make a team?
Team Maelstrom
Name: Ilycren
Species: Lucario
Gender: Male
Age/Level: 47
Appearance: Normal-looking Lucario, wears team symbol around wrist.
Personality: Always serious, Ilycren thinks things like jokes are a waste of time. He is loyal to his team members, but anybody who goes against him risks a feud that lasts until he thinks he has gotten sufficient revenge.
Team Maelstrom
Name: Ilycren
Species: Lucario
Gender: Male
Age/Level: 47
Appearance: Normal-looking Lucario, wears team symbol around wrist.
Personality: Always serious, Ilycren thinks things like jokes are a waste of time. He is loyal to his team members, but anybody who goes against him risks a feud that lasts until he thinks he has gotten sufficient revenge.
Valerunner
Probably shouldn't be here.
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(Sure, but I highly suggest joining another team since once every team is filled, I'll start the RP properly.)
Dark Tyranitar
Is it progress if a cannibal uses knife and fork?
Okay, then is there a spot open on Echo's Song?
Ivy Newton
kg*m/s^2
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((Yes there is, welcome to the team.))
Keladry sat on the deck of the ship, her legs folded under her and her mind whirling. She had no idea what had possessed her to agree to this. There seemed to be a large chance she wouldn't come back. And not to mention she hated ships, they were so rocky.
She stared up at the starry ((if it's not nighttime, ignore that)) sky, trying to get her thoughts organized and her stomach settled.
Mad MOAI
Actually more of a harmour fan
shadow_lugia
Warning: May contain nuts
Dragon
disaster pigeon
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Valerunner
Probably shouldn't be here.
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- She/her
The table was severely awkward; Colt was relentlessly apologizing to Marian about the karaoke comment, Marian kept muting him by Disable and Cairne was in the middle, trying to eat his Oran porridge without the other two spilling it. He's already on his third bowl but hasn't eaten anything.
"God, wish I was still with Hydro. At least I can eat in peace. Well, these kids need me so I might as well." Cairne thought to himself as he finally had a spoon of the porridge.
Immediately, his eyes dilated and his stomach threatened to break through his shell and kick him in the head. "What the hell is this, dirt?! Pleagh."
"Told you you shouldn't have ordered the Oran." Marian finally commented. After a few awkward moments, she finally stood straight. "Want me to replace that? The chef's been checking me out since Hothead here got in trouble with a British jock."
Once the Disable attack has dispelled, Colt butted in. "Funny, I always thought Britons were sophisticated Pokemon, not like ours back in Johto where snaggings happen everyday."
"Heh, Britannia's practically the same. You just need to go to the right places." Cairne then pulled out a small book from the team's toolbox.
Marian then leaned on his shell, looking over the turtle's shoulder. "Ooh, a photo album?"
Cairne chuckled. "Yeah, this was back when I was in Hydro. We went to Britannia after we got the Gold rank in Sinnoh. It was...colorful, to say the least."
"Any notable enemies?" Marian asked, her eyes all wide and puppy-like, eager to learn about her mentor's past.
"There was one. The Spore Mafia, they were called. Smuggled all kinds of spores from Britannia to Johto, then from there to the other three regions of Nippon. They were led by three gangs, the Scagliotti Family from Italy, the Saints from Nippon and of course, B52 from Britannia." He then flipped the page to what seemed like a painting of a Venusaur, a Tropius and a Torterra, all side by side as if a family portrait.
"I'm guessing they're the leaders?" His young apprentice asked, while Colt looked on with a serious face.
"Yup. Guido Scagliotti is the Tropius, Toad is the Venusaur, and leader of B52." Cairne then looked onto the image of the Torterra, running his big hand over the old portrait.
"Then there's Grom, renamed Ryzin by the Saints." He then paused for a moment, and replaced the book back in his personal toolbox.
"Cairne, you okay?" The young Gardevoir asked, patting the giant turtle's back.
"Yes, yes, I'm fine, kid. Just need some fresh air." He groaned as he stood up using his cane and walked out. "I'll watch out for him, Marian. Don't worry."
And with that, Colt left the room, leaving Marian to think about how she became a member of Team Sacred Fire...
"God, wish I was still with Hydro. At least I can eat in peace. Well, these kids need me so I might as well." Cairne thought to himself as he finally had a spoon of the porridge.
Immediately, his eyes dilated and his stomach threatened to break through his shell and kick him in the head. "What the hell is this, dirt?! Pleagh."
"Told you you shouldn't have ordered the Oran." Marian finally commented. After a few awkward moments, she finally stood straight. "Want me to replace that? The chef's been checking me out since Hothead here got in trouble with a British jock."
Once the Disable attack has dispelled, Colt butted in. "Funny, I always thought Britons were sophisticated Pokemon, not like ours back in Johto where snaggings happen everyday."
"Heh, Britannia's practically the same. You just need to go to the right places." Cairne then pulled out a small book from the team's toolbox.
Marian then leaned on his shell, looking over the turtle's shoulder. "Ooh, a photo album?"
Cairne chuckled. "Yeah, this was back when I was in Hydro. We went to Britannia after we got the Gold rank in Sinnoh. It was...colorful, to say the least."
"Any notable enemies?" Marian asked, her eyes all wide and puppy-like, eager to learn about her mentor's past.
"There was one. The Spore Mafia, they were called. Smuggled all kinds of spores from Britannia to Johto, then from there to the other three regions of Nippon. They were led by three gangs, the Scagliotti Family from Italy, the Saints from Nippon and of course, B52 from Britannia." He then flipped the page to what seemed like a painting of a Venusaur, a Tropius and a Torterra, all side by side as if a family portrait.
"I'm guessing they're the leaders?" His young apprentice asked, while Colt looked on with a serious face.
"Yup. Guido Scagliotti is the Tropius, Toad is the Venusaur, and leader of B52." Cairne then looked onto the image of the Torterra, running his big hand over the old portrait.
"Then there's Grom, renamed Ryzin by the Saints." He then paused for a moment, and replaced the book back in his personal toolbox.
"Cairne, you okay?" The young Gardevoir asked, patting the giant turtle's back.
"Yes, yes, I'm fine, kid. Just need some fresh air." He groaned as he stood up using his cane and walked out. "I'll watch out for him, Marian. Don't worry."
And with that, Colt left the room, leaving Marian to think about how she became a member of Team Sacred Fire...
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shadow_lugia
Warning: May contain nuts
(:D I like our symbol)
Lucifer looked from the female Houndoom (a.k.a. Wolf) to Lilith and back. Would she mind if he just snuck over to have a quick talk?
Her eyes slid over to her dark companion that fit so well with the team's name, then over to where he was looking.
She had never really understood why others felt obliged to form pairs with one another. She had felt love: love for her parents, love for her home and everyone that lived there, and perhaps some for Lucifer, but never had she felt extreme attraction to anyone that made her want to mate with them.
But she knew most others did.
She slowly nodded and watched him trot off towards the female with a certain spring in his step and recalled that Houndoom often traveled in packs, with a male and female pair in power. Usually all the others were either Houndoom that were taken from other packs or the alphas' descendants, although sometimes lesser members would take a mate.
Maybe he's looking to start a pack of his own.
She shook her head. It was probably only a simple crush, seeing as this was the first female Houndoom he had ever been able to talk to besides his mother. And to start a pack he would have to abandon the team. He would never do that.
Would he?
Lucifer looked from the female Houndoom (a.k.a. Wolf) to Lilith and back. Would she mind if he just snuck over to have a quick talk?
Her eyes slid over to her dark companion that fit so well with the team's name, then over to where he was looking.
She had never really understood why others felt obliged to form pairs with one another. She had felt love: love for her parents, love for her home and everyone that lived there, and perhaps some for Lucifer, but never had she felt extreme attraction to anyone that made her want to mate with them.
But she knew most others did.
She slowly nodded and watched him trot off towards the female with a certain spring in his step and recalled that Houndoom often traveled in packs, with a male and female pair in power. Usually all the others were either Houndoom that were taken from other packs or the alphas' descendants, although sometimes lesser members would take a mate.
Maybe he's looking to start a pack of his own.
She shook her head. It was probably only a simple crush, seeing as this was the first female Houndoom he had ever been able to talk to besides his mother. And to start a pack he would have to abandon the team. He would never do that.
Would he?
