alltoblame: (070)
[personal profile] alltoblame
Who: The FMA Cast and CR
Where: The prehistoric woods that will someday be home to the Ilex Forest Shrine
When: Prehistoric Johto & Prom related timing
What: Prehistoric Event Mingle. Link to outside top levels, if you've got them! Threads can happen with characters outside of the cast, if everyone agrees to it, just mark open top levels accordingly
Summary: Celebi says Ah. My bad.
Rating: Mark your threads if necessary! And mind the fermented tree sap.
OOC Info: here!

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[personal profile] milkisgross
The camera opens up to a pair of golden eyes right there, zoomed in. This kind of technology is foreign to Ed and he's got the damned thing way too close to his face as he inspects the device he's holding to see if it's working.

It's working.

Thankfully, he pulls the camera back and can see the face of a grumpy and uncertain teenager. He pulls up the Trainer Handbook to the camera.

"So apparently this thing can record me like a movie camera..." He sounds pretty unsure about that but continues. "I read through this and none of this is making any sense-"

"Cuuuuubone!!"

The young man looks down, but doesn't move the camera to show his audience. "What? I'm trying to figure out what's going on. Can you hold on for a second?"

"Cuuu!!" The Pokemon cannot hold on for just a second.

"Look, let me say what I want to and I'll deal with-"

As he's talking, a very round bird with devilish red eyes soars towards the camera, and the back of Ed's head. It doesn't look happy when it collides with a tackle. "Hoooooooot!!"

"AAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGH!!"

Ed drops his Pokegear which is giving a lovely view of the ground. It's still sending video, though the action can't be seen.

"WHAT THE HELL?!"

"Cuuu!!"

"GET OUT OF HERE YOU DEMON BIRD! I'LL COOK YOU FOR DINNER!!"

"Cubone! CUUUUU!!"

"HOOTHOOT!!"

Something steps on the Pokegear and the feed is cut.
Jan. 16th, 2025 09:27 pm

[Video]

no_ufo_ending: (dogs)
[personal profile] no_ufo_ending
[ The video begins with a shaky view of a dumpster. The man recording is panting slightly when he speaks. ]

--ost my fingers!

[ Henry carefully approaches the dumpster and extends his Poke'Gear over the edge. ]

[ An incredibly scrunkly Zigzagoon stares up at the camera. It has an empty cup of yogurt on its nose and it chitters before poofing up its striped fur. DON'T TOUCH ME, I'M BIG!!! ]


I guess I should get him out of there...What do you think--should I catch him?
loopsiedaisy: (🌑 Protectin myself from emotional healin)
[personal profile] loopsiedaisy
Who: Loop + You
What: Evolution, psychic Pokemon, the perils of snomstorms! Half of everyone Loop knows in One Single Building!
Where: Goldenrod City
When: Early December for text post; December 14-16 storm for action
Warnings: Nothing specific, just the usual chance of Loop's warnings coming up in threads!

You have nothing but time, after all! )
Sep. 9th, 2024 06:48 pm

text;

swordarc: (surprise)
[personal profile] swordarc
[A text post pops up on the network from someone going by the screenname 'III'.

(That...can't be his actual name, can it?)]


This is definitely a different world from mine.

Is it common for people to end up here?

(By the way, if IV or V are here too, please let me know. :] )


[(III got a basic explanation about 'outworlders' from the Rockets in the base he woke up in, he's now playing innocent for the network.)]
garbagechild: i must go for my postmodern malaise walk (please excuse me)
[personal profile] garbagechild
Who: Wrath, Lust, Envy, Scar, Henry
What: LASSIE WRATH COME HOME
Where: Shark House (ie, quiet suburban neighborhood in Goldenrod City)
Warnings: Later threads include graphic dialogue about subjects like child death/injury, suicide, etc.
Summary: Wrath can't avoid the inevitable any longer. After meandering in awkward emotional paralysis for a month, he finally arrives in Goldenrod City to find out if his family is still there or not.

Sheets are swaying on an old clothesline, like a row of captured ghosts over old, dried grass. )
garbagechild: i feel like we just had a whole day yesterday... they don't stop.... (why are there so many days???)
[personal profile] garbagechild
[It's ass o'clock in the night sometime, and apparently Wrath the network's resident Mystery Misspeller has been doing a lot of thinking. He may be breaking his cover a bit here... but he can't keep ignoring the inevitable.]

IF you had nott seen yor frends fore a very long tym, onle to encountr them HERE in this world....... wat would u do???

this kwestion may seem obvius but i shold add that these frends and i were not vary good to each other

in fact we hurt each other vary badle many tyms

thyngs we did tto each other:

-KILLING
-SHOOTING (WITH GUN)
-STABBING
-HITTING AND KICKING REPETEDLY
-SAYING MEAN THING'S
-LYING


[While it won't be immediately evident when the post goes up, it should be noted that Wrath pauses here. Hm... he doesn't want to make it too obvious who he is. He needs to put some other stuff in there, to throw off the scent.]

[He opens PsyDuckDuckGo and types, painstakingly with his one hand that the touchscreen will actually register, "LIST OF CRIMES"]


-TRESPASSING
-MANSLAUGHTER
-FELONY TAX EVASION
-PUBLIC INDECENCY
-MONEY LAUNDERING
-GRAND THEFT AUTO
-CREDIT CARD FRAUD
-IDENTITY THEFT
-RESISTING ARREST
-ARSON


if it matters, i feel vary bad adn do not take my crimes litely

but i am not sure they wil 4giv me fore my actions

or if they even shuld





has any1 else experiensed this
garbagechild: i continue to insist as i slowly shrink and am transformed into a corn cob ('I'M NOT OWNED! I'M NOT OWNED!!')
[personal profile] garbagechild
[TEXT, roughly an hour after the Server Disaster happens]

MY SON

WHERE IS MY SON


I CANT FIND MY SON


[Elaboration? Nah.]

[He can't find his son.]

[It's as simple as that.]


WHO TOOK MY SON

I WILL FIND U



____



[ACTION for Cherrygrove City]

[Well, this morning sure could have gone better for everybody.]

[For exposition's sake, Wrath and his new team-mate had successfully (albeit very tiredly) wandered into Cherrygrove a couple nights back-- overheated and miserable, but alive (thanks to the efforts of all those who tried to educate Wrath on the benefits of staying hydrated).]

[They had then spent some time cycling between 'curled up on the PokeCenter sofa' and 'putting the drinking fountain through its paces'.]

[An important footnote about their journey: at some point, Wrath had finally looked at his PokeDex, and more specifically the entry for 'Cubone'. Even more specifically, the bit about being tragically orphaned. And thus, Wrath's Cubone gained his name and title: Son. Because what choice did Wrath have but to be the dad who stepped up? None, that's what.]

[This brief interlude of peace, hydration, and air conditioning ground to an abrupt halt when Wrath woke on the morning of the 6th to a distinct absence of Son, and the distinct presence of SOMETHING ELSE.]

[In the frenzy of not one, but MANY trainers in the lobby panicking and shouting over the discovery of mismatched Pokemon in their roster, the Nurse Joy on duty had to make some choices for the sake of safety. One of those choices, unfortunately for Wrath, had to be "the screaming, snarling child flinging chairs around and accusing random bystanders of taking 'his son'" needed to leave.]

[AND SO: Wrath the ex-Homunculus and Boo the very frightened Froslass were cast out into the merciless wastes of... quaint beach town, Cherrygrove City.]


--HAVE TO FIND HIM! I HAVE TO FIND HIM!

PUT THAT DOWN! THAT'S MINE, NOT YOURS!!

[Wide-eyed, panting, nearly frothing at the mouth, Wrath snaps this at the Froslass, who had snatched up his rucksack. He swipes for it, but it's too late. It's already a block of ice.]

[The timid ghost-type skitters out of reach, and Wrath makes to pursue her, but-- oh come on!! His automail leg won't move from its spot, partially sunk into the sandy path. Which has now also become a block of ice. He yanks on it, once, twice, then lets out a garbled screech as his bare, normal-flesh-foot slides out from under him as the ground under that turns into a patch of slick ice, too.]


AAARGH!

[No matter how much he thrashes, flails his fists, or shouts, there is nothing he can do but yank ineffectively on his automail leg and watch Boo freeze herself a little igloo to hide inside. Along with all his worldly possessions.]
garbagechild: bro i've been sitting motionless in this cemetery for three and a half weeks dont ask me if i'm ok (Default)
[personal profile] garbagechild
[TEXT, approximately midday on July 1st]

how t

how to stop hed from hurting

resons hwy hed myte b hurting human

dose hed hurting mean deth (for humane)


[WHAT'S UP NETWORK, it seems someone has gotten their wires crossed and is trying to use the PsyDuckDuckGo searchbar but keeps posting messages by accident.]

[Help. Help them.]



____



[ACTION for Route 29]


[With a gritted-teeth groan, Wrath sets aside the PokeGear and presses both hands to his temples.]

[He's been walking west from New Bark with his new Pokemon partner for about five hours. And while his memories of once being human here are growing clearer by the minute, he doesn't remember it ever being quite like this. His head is throbbing and the heat is unbearable.]

[And there's no air-conditioned buildings or shady storefronts to duck into like there always had been in the Goldenrod City (or "the yellow town", as he always used to think of it).]

[At least there's trees, which is what he's finally opted for now that the sun is high in the sky and the thought of taking another step is about as appealing as sticking his head in a wasp's nest. Laying spread-eagled on the grass under the shade of a big maple is at least cooler... but it hasn't stopped the banging pains in his head.]

[Sitting next to him is both the (thus far unexplored) complimentary rucksack from "Mom", and his starter: a little Cubone, who's been watching him a little worriedly. Said Cubone is the one who pulled the PokeGear out of a pocket on the backpack and helpfully pointed out the internet search engine (prior to being assigned to his very! first! trainer!!!!! (exciting!) he had been cared for by Elm's various lab assistants, and had seen them look things up online for research regularly!), but it didn't seem like the search had been fruitful.]


"Bone?"

[Wrath cracks open one eye, grimacing-- his partner has started to rummage through the backpack, pulling out packets of trailmix and holding them up expectantly.]

[But he doesn't feel hungry-- he feels gross. :(]


You can have it...

[He's just gonna fold an arm over his face and lay there like a corpse for a bit.]




[IDIOT DOESN'T EVEN KNOW HE'S JUST DEHYDRATED.]
paladinlost: (parade)
[personal profile] paladinlost
Who: Everyone is invited! Yes, that includes you!
Where: The Collegiate Gym southwest of Ecruteak City on Route 37, and the Lunar Gym east of Celadon City on Route 7.
When: The festivities begin Saturday at noon, and will conclude Sunday at dawn.
Summary: The Aurora League is organizing an open house/slumber party/festival! Come for the ambiance, for the activities, and for the free food!

Log:

Perhaps you got a flier in the mail, or saw a poster while visiting a Pokémon Center, or maybe even overheard someone talking about it. But however the message gets out, there's apparently a party being hosted at certain Pokémon League gyms, and this time it's not the Indigo League, but rather the still young and newly-formed Aurora League. The two gyms are opening their doors for an all-night party, and you're invited!


But where will you go? )
Dec. 23rd, 2018 01:37 pm

Video

lifebloomsanew: (Laughing but nervous)
[personal profile] lifebloomsanew
[That is an extremely bundled up Rose Quartz filling the 'gear screen. She has two scarves wrapped around her, giant fluffy earmuffs who's band is buried somewhere in the mysterious pink depths of her hair cover her ears. She looks twice as big as normal in her thick padded coat and heavy wool mittens. Her front...appears to be moving? That would be because she has a Bidoof down her bosom for warmth.]

I never realized just how cold the cold could be! How do humans get anything done in winter?

But it's so pretty out, all decorated for Christmas. This is my first Christmas as a human! I'm shopping for it and I hope I'm doing it right. There's so many things for the holiday and so many different ways to celebrate it! I have cocoa and stockings for my Pokemon and light bulbs and after I buy presents I'll find a bush!

I feel like I'm missing something, though... what does everyone else do for Christmas?
Oct. 19th, 2018 09:37 am

Video

lifebloomsanew: (SUPER EXCITE!)
[personal profile] lifebloomsanew
Look at them all!

[That is a very excited Rose Quartz on the network. And she has...is that a Hoppip nestled into her hair on top of her head? It certainly is. And the view behind her is...Cherrygrove. Rose is still in Cherrygrove, having been utterly captivated by the little town and surrounding area. And of course the Pokemon.]

[Which is what she's broadcasting about. The 'gear turns to show quite a little assortment of Pokemon playing in the grass and fallen leaves. A Bunnelby, a Psyduck, a Flabebe, and a Bidoof. Well, most are playing, the Psyduck is just sitting and watching.]


They really are everywhere! And all so different...

I found all of them on the way to Cherrygrove - and it really is a very soothing and restful place to stay for a bit! I've been learning all about human care at the spa here, they've been very nice and I know all about skin now! And I'm really getting the hang of buying things, but I'm spending more money than I'm getting.

Maybe I should try a job!
garbagechild: haters on suicide watch after seeing me crack open a delicious cold beverage (haters dismayed to find me chillaxing)
[personal profile] garbagechild
[A few days after the Contest packs up from Olivine and leaves, presumably to resurface somewhere else in six months, a video is posted to the network!]

[Why, it's Wrath!]

[He's in more or less the same spot he was last time he uploaded a video, albeit with some noticeable differences this time. The room's no longer littered with wrappers or general mess, and that hole in the wall has a tarp fixed over it. It's evening, and the sliding door to the backyard is cracked open, letting the whirring of the Kricketots filter in.]

[Footsteps can be heard thumping elsewhere, too-- he's no longer alone in the house.]

[Next to him on the couch is Mad, sans the googly-eyes and angry eyebrows, determinedly chewing on a VERY BIG golden trophy. Unlike the many things she destroyed during her performance onstage, this thing is made of metal and fortunately invulnerable to her jaws.]

[Wrath, meanwhile, once again has papers and booklets spread out in front of him, but this time they're not drawings.]


Hello network, it's "your boy" Wrath, and Mad, the "queen of destruction".

[Blatantly paraphrased from a news segment he'd heard about himself and the other contest winners earlier. As usual, it sounds stilted and frankly extremely weird coming out of his mouth, but he seems pleased with it, even if he's not really sure whose boy he's supposed to be.]

It turns out when you win contests, people just give you stuff, which is pretty great.

[He taps the catalogue he's been looking at.]

They said that I could have any Pokemon I wanted, I just had to tell them what and a nice person would "breed" it for me.

So I'm choosing, but it's hard.

[He lifts it up-- now that it's in the light better, it's apparent that it's a specific Pokemon Breeder's catalogue-- it looks like he was given several, with photographs and blurbs about the species and parents offered. There's QUITE A LARGE SELECTION, and Wrath has circled several in red marker.]

I like this one because it's got wings, and it likes to hang upside-down so maybe it could keep Pipsqueak company since the rest of us get dizzy if we try to do that for too long.

[He's pointing at a shiny Noivern photograph, sleek, seafoam and carmine with a neat line of small fuzzy Noibats hanging next to her.]

... But, I also like this one because it's two very good colors, and has knives on its face.

[Pointing to a shiny Haxorus that's as black-and-red as a Hot Topic advert. It does indeed have knives on its face.]

[He lowers the catalogue, shrugging expressively.]


I can't decide. But I don't think they'll give me both so-- HEY!

[Now that he's said it OUT LOUD, Mad has suddenly realized that her trainer is talking about obtaining other dragons-- as though having Slime around wasn't bad ENOUGH! So in a violent lunge, she's leaped from her spot and seized the catalogue in her teeth, shaking wildly to try and wrench it from Wrath's grasp.]

[The video is now shaky footage of a tug-of-war with both participants yelling and lots of shredding-paper noises.]
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[personal profile] fuelthefire
[Krieg is in a much better mood than he has been in for months. So when the video feed opens up, his masked face is right up against the 'Gear, just like old times, as he excitedly announces:]

Today's my birthday!

Guess my age and win a prize!

And no cheating if you already know!

[Says the man wearing an almost entirely face-obscuring mask. No one said this was going to be easy!]

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