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Paramount Prehistoric Problems | OTA
Who: Edward and anyone else who bumps into him.
What: Surviving. And the shenanigans involved to do so.
When: Ed has no idea, he just knows it's happening right now.
Where: Near where Violet City used to be.
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earthykitty
This wasn’t the first time Edward had been thrown in the wilderness without being able to do alchemy. He was starkly reminded of his time on Yock Island when he and Al had been little, where they had to survive on their own without the use of alchemy for an entire month. However, his time surviving as a kid was nothing compared to what he faced now.
Environmental Challenges
Edward would have almost killed for a decent knife. The vegetation was so thick where he had found himself that it was difficult to move through. The dinky little pocket knife in his trainer’s kit was barely suited for spreading butter let alone chopping down thick, unruly plants.
’Baaaaah~’ Static the Mapreep trudged behind her trainer, her usually fluffy wool sagging heavily from the suffocating humidity.
“I know it’s hot. What do you want me to do about it?” Edward was also suffering from the sudden climate change. He was drenched in sweat that couldn’t evaporate.
’Cubone?’ Skull swiveled on his perch on his trainer’s shoulder to look at the poor sheep, his hands imitating scissors to suggest cutting off Static’s wool. The sheep bleated in agreement, and Skull did his best to relay the information to Ed.
“Do you see a pair of scissors anywhere? This isn’t gonna cut it.” Ed held up that dinky pocket knife. “We can do something about that once we find civilization. I don’t know. Maybe there’s a Pokemon with blades for hands or something we can catch.”
Another tired bleat. The team continued slowly on until Ed suddenly froze. Was that a rustling in the brush? Was it a person or a Pokemon? And if it was a Pokemon, was it big enough to eat them?
The footprints lied.
There had only been so much provisions in Ed’s pack for himself and his two Pokemon. Static was an herbivore, so as long as he was careful about what he let her eat, she was fine. Skull had a more versatile diet, but again, plants seemed to suit him just fine in tight situations. He was also very small, so he didn’t need much. Ed, however, needed more than berries.
For once, Ed stumbled across some smaller footprints. He wasn’t an expert tracker, but whatever had left them couldn’t be far if the frequent rain hadn’t washed them away. By this point Ed had a stick he had sharped with the pocket knife to fashion a crude spear. Hopefully, with this and the help of his two Pokemon, Ed could nab something he could get some much needed protein from.
With Skull leading right in front of his trainer, the group followed the tracks. It wasn’t long until the sound of bubbling water met their ears. The tracks were leading straight to some kind of stream. Skull ducked under some thick ferns, looked up in the sudden clearing, and froze. Ed almost stepped on him.
"What’d you stop-" Ed lifted some leaves out of his view and froze himself. Static gently bumped into him from behind.
A large, red, rocky Tryantrum was just meters in front of them, its head dipped down from drinking in the shallow stream, its eyes looking straight into Ed’s soul. The footprints Ed had followed were from a different Pokemon, nowhere to be seen.
For a long moment, nothing moved. The only sounds were the stream and the deep breathing from the monster. Then, it lifted its head and let out a roar.
Ed scooped up his Cubone and pivoted around in a flash. Static, who had been so sluggish, had also turned tail and was suddenly way ahead, looking back and bleating frantically for her trainer to hurry the hell up and run.
They ran.
And they didn’t stop for anything. The ground shook with each step the dinosaur took. Anyone nearby would surely know something was going on…
So FLUFFY
Ed and his Pokemon were at a river. He was busy splashing his filthy shirt and coat to try to wash off some the grime that had accumulated from being out in the elements for…how many days has it been? From mud and dirt to dinosaur saliva to his own sweat, Ed knew he had to be rank and now that he had a breather, he was going to deal with it.
Static was splayed out on the ground, enjoying the shade of a nearby giant fern to stay out of the direct sunlight. Skull had sat himself on a rock at the edge of the water and was busy watching the Relicanth swim lazily up and down the currents in the deeper waters. There was no sign that there was anything amiss.
A skilled predator could keep the illusion of peace and quiet until the very moment of striking.
There was a small rustling of vegetation behind Static. The sheep was fast asleep and her trainer and fellow Pokemon hadn’t heard anything. Another, louder rustle, but still no reaction.
Then it struck.
Static shot up as the Tyrunt latched its teeth onto her. She let out a loud cry, loud enough that anyone nearby would easily hear. Ed dropped his clothes and whipped around. Skull leaped off his perch and readied his bone club.
"Skull! Use-"
Ed cut himself off. While it was clear that the Tyrunt had been hunting Static to eat, he had stopped his attack. Instead, it gazed at the sheep with big eyes full of wonder. Static was backed against a large tree, electricity popping and snapping from her wool. The little dinosaur inched closer, its little clawed hands outstretched and flexing.
It had never felt anything so soft before. Sure, the electricity that came from it wasn’t pleasant, but it didn’t bother the rocky reptile much. There was nothing on this planet and lovely and as beautiful as the wool on the Pokemon in front of him.
It was love at first bite.
The Tyrunt lay himself down in a more submissive position and let out a small gruff as if apologizing to Static. Confused, Static looked from the Tyrunt to her trainer and back again. Ed was just as confused as his sheep, but now that the little bastard was distracted, Ed threw a Pokeball at it.
There was no resistance. Instant catch.
What: Surviving. And the shenanigans involved to do so.
When: Ed has no idea, he just knows it's happening right now.
Where: Near where Violet City used to be.
Multi-person threads and thread-hopping are a-okay. If you have something else you want to play out, feel free to send a PM to Ed's journal or on plurk at
This wasn’t the first time Edward had been thrown in the wilderness without being able to do alchemy. He was starkly reminded of his time on Yock Island when he and Al had been little, where they had to survive on their own without the use of alchemy for an entire month. However, his time surviving as a kid was nothing compared to what he faced now.
Environmental Challenges
Edward would have almost killed for a decent knife. The vegetation was so thick where he had found himself that it was difficult to move through. The dinky little pocket knife in his trainer’s kit was barely suited for spreading butter let alone chopping down thick, unruly plants.
’Baaaaah~’ Static the Mapreep trudged behind her trainer, her usually fluffy wool sagging heavily from the suffocating humidity.
“I know it’s hot. What do you want me to do about it?” Edward was also suffering from the sudden climate change. He was drenched in sweat that couldn’t evaporate.
’Cubone?’ Skull swiveled on his perch on his trainer’s shoulder to look at the poor sheep, his hands imitating scissors to suggest cutting off Static’s wool. The sheep bleated in agreement, and Skull did his best to relay the information to Ed.
“Do you see a pair of scissors anywhere? This isn’t gonna cut it.” Ed held up that dinky pocket knife. “We can do something about that once we find civilization. I don’t know. Maybe there’s a Pokemon with blades for hands or something we can catch.”
Another tired bleat. The team continued slowly on until Ed suddenly froze. Was that a rustling in the brush? Was it a person or a Pokemon? And if it was a Pokemon, was it big enough to eat them?
The footprints lied.
There had only been so much provisions in Ed’s pack for himself and his two Pokemon. Static was an herbivore, so as long as he was careful about what he let her eat, she was fine. Skull had a more versatile diet, but again, plants seemed to suit him just fine in tight situations. He was also very small, so he didn’t need much. Ed, however, needed more than berries.
For once, Ed stumbled across some smaller footprints. He wasn’t an expert tracker, but whatever had left them couldn’t be far if the frequent rain hadn’t washed them away. By this point Ed had a stick he had sharped with the pocket knife to fashion a crude spear. Hopefully, with this and the help of his two Pokemon, Ed could nab something he could get some much needed protein from.
With Skull leading right in front of his trainer, the group followed the tracks. It wasn’t long until the sound of bubbling water met their ears. The tracks were leading straight to some kind of stream. Skull ducked under some thick ferns, looked up in the sudden clearing, and froze. Ed almost stepped on him.
"What’d you stop-" Ed lifted some leaves out of his view and froze himself. Static gently bumped into him from behind.
A large, red, rocky Tryantrum was just meters in front of them, its head dipped down from drinking in the shallow stream, its eyes looking straight into Ed’s soul. The footprints Ed had followed were from a different Pokemon, nowhere to be seen.
For a long moment, nothing moved. The only sounds were the stream and the deep breathing from the monster. Then, it lifted its head and let out a roar.
Ed scooped up his Cubone and pivoted around in a flash. Static, who had been so sluggish, had also turned tail and was suddenly way ahead, looking back and bleating frantically for her trainer to hurry the hell up and run.
They ran.
And they didn’t stop for anything. The ground shook with each step the dinosaur took. Anyone nearby would surely know something was going on…
So FLUFFY
Ed and his Pokemon were at a river. He was busy splashing his filthy shirt and coat to try to wash off some the grime that had accumulated from being out in the elements for…how many days has it been? From mud and dirt to dinosaur saliva to his own sweat, Ed knew he had to be rank and now that he had a breather, he was going to deal with it.
Static was splayed out on the ground, enjoying the shade of a nearby giant fern to stay out of the direct sunlight. Skull had sat himself on a rock at the edge of the water and was busy watching the Relicanth swim lazily up and down the currents in the deeper waters. There was no sign that there was anything amiss.
A skilled predator could keep the illusion of peace and quiet until the very moment of striking.
There was a small rustling of vegetation behind Static. The sheep was fast asleep and her trainer and fellow Pokemon hadn’t heard anything. Another, louder rustle, but still no reaction.
Then it struck.
Static shot up as the Tyrunt latched its teeth onto her. She let out a loud cry, loud enough that anyone nearby would easily hear. Ed dropped his clothes and whipped around. Skull leaped off his perch and readied his bone club.
"Skull! Use-"
Ed cut himself off. While it was clear that the Tyrunt had been hunting Static to eat, he had stopped his attack. Instead, it gazed at the sheep with big eyes full of wonder. Static was backed against a large tree, electricity popping and snapping from her wool. The little dinosaur inched closer, its little clawed hands outstretched and flexing.
It had never felt anything so soft before. Sure, the electricity that came from it wasn’t pleasant, but it didn’t bother the rocky reptile much. There was nothing on this planet and lovely and as beautiful as the wool on the Pokemon in front of him.
It was love at first bite.
The Tyrunt lay himself down in a more submissive position and let out a small gruff as if apologizing to Static. Confused, Static looked from the Tyrunt to her trainer and back again. Ed was just as confused as his sheep, but now that the little bastard was distracted, Ed threw a Pokeball at it.
There was no resistance. Instant catch.
Environmental Challenges!
"Holy smokes! Ed! This day has been wild, right!?" Cali greeted as the Archen on her shoulder just squawked before chuffing a bit like a cat...weirdest bird ever I tell you, just so weird.
Footprints... ...if only because i love that tyrantrum is like 1/3 head
"Hm? Where are- What's the rush, what's chasing you-"
Emporio- opposite direction from the pokemon, naturally- looks from where he's been gently training a frankly monstrously sized pink Omastar with some curiosity. He can hear the footsteps certainly. He can see Ed and his cubone, running. And...
"....Oh, huh."
One in Emporio- 17, already approaching 5'10''- for not being particularly alarmed. Pokemon get big. He works with plenty of massive ones, after all. And compared to them, well.
The 8 feet a Tyrantrum has, at least a few of which are probably its head, just aren't that scary.
Still, if it needs to be dissuaded, well...
"Tulush...Use Brine."
Sorry, strange wild tyrantrum...
Fluffy!!
Is everyone alright? I heard a scream.