The Iron Church (RP-friendly)

[Blastoise Fortooate]

Re: The Iron Church (rp-friendly)

HEY! Hey! He would resent that if he paid attention to anything other than dialogue! It's Meowth who has the fantasies. Stuff like this:

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Yeah, that's all Meowth. Also, shush; he is in DISGUISE. He's not in Team Rocket! He's in ... a band.

Also, of course he goes in uninvited. He's got morals like an RPG protagonist. (Which completely explains why they play the lovely, charming villains.) If a door can be opened, you can go in. If something's on the ground, you can take it. If you can get the nails out, you take it and the nails.

While he completely fails to notice the ominous chandelier (it's a gift), the mime jr spots it as a potential target for Recycle. He does notice the rainbows, though: rainbows are awesome. And the meowth! Though it's not Meowth. It's just a meowth.

"Here, kitty, kitty, kitty," he says, taking out some pokémon food and tossing it tentatively towards the cat. Not close enough to make it wary, but if he can lure it over ...

... well, he'd have a cat to pet and completely forget the possibility of catching at, that's what.

What kind of band? I hope it's new-age opera! (is that a thing I think it's a thing)

As the food clatters on the dark, hardwood floor, the Meowth's left ear swivels a few moments before her head follows suit. She does a sort of reverse-pounce off of the wall, and sniffs the food disdainfully. Whether that's the food's quality or the feline being a feline, it's indiscernible. She meows once, perhaps in thanks or perhaps as a rude curse, and returns to her previous place on the wall. She's also doing that kneading things that cats do, leaving scratches in the wide wooden wall panels.

"Huh, wonder what this stuff is for."
On that note, she clambers onto her Torterra and they begin moving towards the spiky-looking church. On the way, she realises she hasn't yet thought to open the drawstring bag. She also notices the oldness and dirtyness of the Premier Balls, and figures she should wipe them with her sleeve or something.

You pull out the Premier Balls and wipe them on the sleeve of your shirt; they're surprisingly simple to clean, although it rather ruins your shirtsleeve. The orbs are left only slightly scratched to show their age. You put them away.

In the drawstring bag you find a multitude of medium-sized, shiny rocks. Whether or not they're valuable is not apparent, but they certainly look nice. They're in every color of the rainbow, too.

Your Torterra muscles open the door with a heavy shoulder to the thick stained glass. The wide double doors open before the both of you and dust scatters and spins midair. Your hear some squeaks from above... It must have been the chandelier, but it's not swinging.

None of the three doors in front of you are large enough for your Torterra to fit through.

The teen makes a threatening((hahaha yeah right he couldn't punch his way out of a wet paper bag)) gesture by shaking his fist. Then he quickly gathers all of the money and stashes it in the Basket. "I'M GONNA BE RICH RICH I SAY! RICH!" he cries to the sky. Obviously he hopes the old foreign currency is worth something. The he turns his attention to the Seedot. He removes a Priemier ball and taps the Seedot on the stem and sees if he catches it.

Pinkish-white energy envelops the undersized acorn Pokémon. The Premier Ball jumps in your hand and lands on the floor, and begins to shake slightly. As you watch, the chandelier above you creaks and a pale green shape lands next to the ball. A Nuzleaf! He grabs the ball and pries it open, showing a startling knowledge of human-made objects The Seedot breaks free, and the Nuzleaf hisses at you, drawing the Seedot closer.

AND ALSO: Foreign money is foreign and also worthless.

Does someone like the word 'jagged'?

Her eyes gleam at all the stuff. That is a lot of stuff for ten bucks! Lessee, pokéballs are always useful - and tape and rope even more! Hm, berries, eh? She dumps them out on her hand, identifies them, and drops them back in the sack. And a key! ... What does she need a key for? She sticks her head in the locker, looking for a note describing where it goes to, but comes up dry. OH WELL. It's pretty enough.

She packs the stuff away in her new duffel and glances sideways at the keys. She wants another - more stuff more stuff :D - but it says to only take one each. HM. What would it do if she went again? She inspects the candy machine carefully, shaking it a bit, then shrugs and leaves it be. Whaaatever.

Len had climbed on her head to get as far away from the grimy floor as possible, and she now pets him on the head again and skips out the old wooden door. She examines the stained glass windows (read: > look) before placing her hand on the handle of the heavy wooden front door...

And pauses. You know what's more adventurousishness than going in the front door? Going through the back! A slightly manic grin crosses her face, and she strolls around the perimeter of the structure, looking for any other apertuuuuures.

HEY GET BACK ON MY NICE SAFE RAILS YOU CUR

Anyways, several ways present themselves; A large willow tree reaches up to one of the lower spires, and there's a broken window there. Some wooden crates are stacked near another broken window, this one apparently leading into the second floor.

The back door is probably farther along if you still want it.

 

[surskitty]

Re: The Iron Church (rp-friendly)

What kind of band? I hope it's new-age opera! (is that a thing I think it's a thing)

As the food clatters on the dark, hardwood floor, the Meowth's left ear swivels a few moments before her head follows suit. She does a sort of reverse-pounce off of the wall, and sniffs the food disdainfully. Whether that's the food's quality or the feline being a feline, it's indiscernible. She meows once, perhaps in thanks or perhaps as a rude curse, and returns to her previous place on the wall. She's also doing that kneading things that cats do, leaving scratches in the wide wooden wall panels.

It's bubblegum pop.

Now that's just cold! What's the point of getting a bag of pokémon food if you can't give tiny amounts to strays? "Mime Jr, TEETER DANCE!" he yells, as this is always the solution to everything. And maybe it is! Certainly a pokémon whose best attack involves forcing everything vaguely nearby into a dance party's pretty awesome.

And he doesn't even need a stupid baton, either.

 

[Squornshellous Beta]

Re: The Iron Church (rp-friendly)

You pull out the Premier Balls and wipe them on the sleeve of your shirt; they're surprisingly simple to clean, although it rather ruins your shirtsleeve. The orbs are left only slightly scratched to show their age. You put them away.

In the drawstring bag you find a multitude of medium-sized, shiny rocks. Whether or not they're valuable is not apparent, but they certainly look nice. They're in every color of the rainbow, too.

Your Torterra muscles open the door with a heavy shoulder to the thick stained glass. The wide double doors open before the both of you and dust scatters and spins midair. Your hear some squeaks from above... It must have been the chandelier, but it's not swinging.

None of the three doors in front of you are large enough for your Torterra to fit through.

"Nahasapeemipetilan, come back."
She walks through the leftmost door, and then calls her Torterra back out of its Poké Ball again.

"...Oh, wait, do you know what these are, Nahas?" *Holds out shiny rocks*

Also, if there are any stained glass windows in this room, examine them for secrets of the universe. Or something.

 

[Wargle]

Re: The Iron Church (rp-friendly)

Pinkish-white energy envelops the undersized acorn Pokémon. The Premier Ball jumps in your hand and lands on the floor, and begins to shake slightly. As you watch, the chandelier above you creaks and a pale green shape lands next to the ball. A Nuzleaf! He grabs the ball and pries it open, showing a startling knowledge of human-made objects The Seedot breaks free, and the Nuzleaf hisses at you, drawing the Seedot closer.

AND ALSO: Foreign money is foreign and also worthless.

He KNEW something would jump from the chandelier! It always happens in the movies. And SUTPID NUZLEAF. He coomands Metagross to use Psychic to seperate the two, and then he throws the ball at the Seedot again, telling Metagross to keep it out of reach of unevovly over there. Meteor Mash it if it comes too close.

He also keeps the money anyway. He collects foreign monies.

((Nuzleafs are so ugly. Seedot is so cute.))

 

[Clover]

Re: The Iron Church (rp-friendly)

HEY GET BACK ON MY NICE SAFE RAILS YOU CUR

Anyways, several ways present themselves. A large willow tree reaches up to one of the lower spires, and there's a broken window there. Some wooden crates are stacked near another broken window, this one apparently leading into the second floor.

The back door is probably farther along if you still want it.

Ha, rails are for trains and rubies! She is neitherrrr.

She is also not a mankey. She don't climb trees, and who knows how long those crates have been there weathering. Let's turn the corner to the nice safe back door!

(Also, you didn't catch my > look command when I even put it in bright green text and everything. :(

> identify berries
> examine windows and their designs
> there is a bit of godmodding going on in dis dread and maybe some kids don't like that? :x)

 

[Blastoise Fortooate]

Re: The Iron Church (rp-friendly)

Ha, rails are for trains and rubies! She is neitherrrr.

She is also not a mankey. She don't climb trees, and who knows how long those crates have been there weathering. Let's turn the corner to the nice safe back door!

(Also, you didn't catch my > look command when I even put it in bright green text and everything. :(

> identify berries
> examine windows and their designs
> there is a bit of godmodding going on in dis dread and maybe some kids don't like that? :x)

Well I'm partially colorblind so I'm going to use that as my flimsy excuse-thing. :P (Also, maybe it's just because it was me writing it but I can't see any godmooding, or at least beyond what I have to do to keep people from having to post to decide whether or not to blink. Could you point it out, maybe?)

The berries are mostly rather mundane: some Oran berries, a few Sitrus, and a couple of Rindos. There's also a rather small -for-its-type Watmel berry in there. Best not to ask why they're still fresh, since a wizard probably did it.

The windows (the unbroken ones, at least) mostly seem to depict multicolored, stylized Arceus maiming Mewbelievers with Their most Holy Judgement attack. The metal frame is incorporated as well, black tendrils reaching from the corners of the windows; they seem to grab and tear at the glass even though that's totally ridiculous, right?

As you round the far end of the church, (huffing and puffing, may I add, since your Igglybuff is totally not helping to carry you, the little jerk) you spot another entrance; a dark wooden door that can only be accessed by clambering onto an obscenely tall concrete porch in a most unladylike fashion. The door hangs open on its springs, squeaking slightly. There's no breeze, though, which is odd.

A spinarak is perched on the doorknob. It must have been unable to find a tuffet, or indeed find out what a tuffet was.

He KNEW something would jump from the chandelier! It always happens in the movies. And SUTPID NUZLEAF. He coomands Metagross to use Psychic to seperate the two, and then he throws the ball at the Seedot again, telling Metagross to keep it out of reach of unevovly over there. Meteor Mash it if it comes too close.

He also keeps the money anyway. He collects foreign monies.

((Nuzleafs are so ugly. Seedot is so cute.))

You are lucky that the Nuzleaf has negligible Psychic abilities or else it would hear your double-parenthesesed thoughts.

Your Metagross (honestly, your fighting a Nuzleaf with a Metagross that is so unfair) glows purple, and so does the Nuzleaf, so you are able to conclude that your Steel-type's Uber Skillz are indeed in effect. It seems to have some trouble separating the two Grass-types, (the power of love > the power of uber skillz, apparently) but soon enough your l33t c0mputer buddy succeeds. As the family members are torn asunder (you heartless jerk) you deftly lean off of your Metagross's head/body and snatch up the abandoned ball. After snapping it closed, you toss it at the motionless Seedot who looks at you with his poor little hurt acorn eyes as you so heartlessly enslave it forever.

You monster.

The ball shakes back and forth in midair (your supercomputer of a companion following the 'no holding the ball closed' clause of the League's rules) before it suddenly freezes and emits a dull 'ping'.

Now, what to do with the angry Nuzleaf whose child/brother you just stole? It looks like it wants blood...

"Nahasapeemipetilan, come back."
She walks through the leftmost door, and then calls her Torterra back out of its Poké Ball again.

"...Oh, wait, do you know what these are, Nahas?" *Holds out shiny rocks*

Also, if there are any stained glass windows in this room, examine them for secrets of the universe. Or something.

You cheater, manipulating the size of your Pokémon in such a clever and subversive way. Idiot.

Your Torterra lets out a low grumble-moan. She seems to recognize them. (she is a Ground-type after all, she knows what an uncut jewel looks like) After looking at them closely with a huge eye, your partner grumbles and begins sniffing around. Her back-tree shakes as she moves.

Of course there are stained-glass windows, this is a church. Most of them are multicolored Arceus teaching humans about fire and reading and how to not dump their waste in the water that they drink. Y'know, basic stuff like that. One of them has an iron spiral embedded in it, little oddly-shaped black designs pouring out of it in countless multitudes.

When you take a moment to look around the room proper, you notice something very interesting; you have come out into a small alcove, beyond which is one of the largest libraries in all of Creation. Or the Safari Zone, for that matter. Books are scattered haphazardly; many are yellowed with age, some cracking in the heat, but mostly they look well-preserved.

It's bubblegum pop.

Now that's just cold! What's the point of getting a bag of pokémon food if you can't give tiny amounts to strays? "Mime Jr, TEETER DANCE!" he yells, as this is always the solution to everything. And maybe it is! Certainly a pokémon whose best attack involves forcing everything vaguely nearby into a dance party's pretty awesome.

And he doesn't even need a stupid baton, either.

Batons are awesome, especially the sparkly pink kind with ribbons.

The little baby Pokémon seems happy to comply, arms waving back and forth as music is projected into everyone's head. The wigged man dances (probably not resisting) and more importantly the Meowth begins to do a little waltz. She leaves the paneled wall well enough alone until she trips over her paws and slams into that same spot, producing a hollow clunk. She hops back up immediately and gets down with it once more.

 

[surskitty]

Re: The Iron Church (rp-friendly)

Batons are awesome, especially the sparkly pink kind with ribbons.

The little baby Pokémon seems happy to comply, arms waving back and forth as music is projected into everyone's head. The wigged man dances (probably not resisting) and more importantly the Meowth begins to do a little waltz. She leaves the paneled wall well enough alone until she trips over her paws and slams into that same spot, producing a hollow clunk. She hops back up immediately and gets down with it once more.

Batons are overrated. Particularly magical ones; he has no intention of capturing all of the cards.

Given that pokéballs are expensive -- I blame Silph Co's monopoly on balls not directly made from apricorns -- he still is too stubborn or played by me to try capturing that meowth. Instead, he's going to try taking out the ball of twine and petting the meowth while it's distracted by sudden SORUKA NORUKA PORUKA ODORUKA fuck yeah Polka o Dolka in an attempt to get it to like him. At least he's got the roll of twine so he can try cats + yarn. If it works on Meowth ....

Oh, and he might try kicking the panel the meowth keeps scratching it. It can't hurt.

 

[Squornshellous Beta]

Re: The Iron Church (rp-friendly)

You cheater, manipulating the size of your Pokémon in such a clever and subversive way. Idiot.

Your Torterra lets out a low grumble-moan. She seems to recognize them. (she is a Ground-type after all, she knows what an uncut jewel looks like) After looking at them closely with a huge eye, your partner grumbles and begins sniffing around. Her back-tree shakes as she moves.

Of course there are stained-glass windows, this is a church. Most of them are multicolored Arceus teaching humans about fire and reading and how to not dump their waste in the water that they drink. Y'know, basic stuff like that. One of them has an iron spiral embedded in it, little oddly-shaped black designs pouring out of it in countless multitudes.

When you take a moment to look around the room proper, you notice something very interesting; you have come out into a small alcove, beyond which is one of the largest libraries in all of Creation. Or the Safari Zone, for that matter. Books are scattered haphazardly; many are yellowed with age, some cracking in the heat, but mostly they look well-preserved.

What? Of course it's what I'll do if my Pokémon's too big to go through the door.

Ooh, a big library. I could spend an eternity here.
...But, um, maybe I should focus on the matter at hand. Um, let's look for books on Churches, Arceus, sparckly rocks and so on. Oh, and pie, because I wonder just what a library in a church would have to say about pie.

 

[Wargle]

Re: The Iron Church (rp-friendly)

You are lucky that the Nuzleaf has negligible Psychic abilities or else it would hear your double-parenthesesed thoughts.

Your Metagross (honestly, your fighting a Nuzleaf with a Metagross that is so unfair) glows purple, and so does the Nuzleaf, so you are able to conclude that your Steel-type's Uber Skillz are indeed in effect. It seems to have some trouble separating the two Grass-types, (the power of love > the power of uber skillz, apparently) but soon enough your l33t c0mputer buddy succeeds. As the family members are torn asunder (you heartless jerk) you deftly lean off of your Metagross's head/body and snatch up the abandoned ball. After snapping it closed, you toss it at the motionless Seedot who looks at you with his poor little hurt acorn eyes as you so heartlessly enslave it forever.

You monster.

The ball shakes back and forth in midair (your supercomputer of a companion following the 'no holding the ball closed' clause of the League's rules) before it suddenly freezes and emits a dull 'ping'.

Now, what to do with the angry Nuzleaf whose child/brother you just stole? It looks like it wants blood...

Fine. he thinks. He sets the Seedot's ball and places it in the basket. he then picks up another ball and throws it at the Nuzleaf. He commands his Uberz Computer "If it breaks out Meteor Mash it so I can try again.

If it wants blood, all it has to do is break out. Then it will get blood. Some of its own.