Our old universe has
fallen into impossible chaos and destruction, but the Legendaries will save us; are saving us; have saved us. Soon many lives and memories will fill this new world, and give it purpose.


Terrene continues to heat
up, both in temperature and in conflict. Beta is asking for spies to infiltrate Omega's camp, while Dentelle simply wants to inquire after the scientist's progress. Later in the season, Beta is hosting his annual crater city tournament, where people can test their Pokemon and their leadership and strategies against one another.


Summer will be here until
September. The heat of summer is here in full force, as well as the accompanying summer thunderstorms. Bug, electric, and fire types all thrive while others wilt under these conditions.







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Jun 20 2018, 05:14 AM
”Back sometime tonight! Or tomorrow morning if I’m lucky and I play my cards right,” Paul grinned confidently as he strode out of the house he shared with Andrew and the small zoo of Pokémon. He had a different job to do today, and this one involved a young woman, unlike his usual job of guiding sheep around the plains and talking to gruff old men.

He couldn’t help but float into the dreamy fantasies and possibilities. She sounded like a gentle, beautiful soul, probably suntanned and lithely muscled from hard work under the plains’ bright, warm rays.

Paul heard about the opportunity when he went up to post some wanted ads in the marketplace, and he seized it faster than a Mareep could shake its tail. A young damsel in distress was practically what he lived for. And though fending wild Pokémon off from a hen house wasn’t exactly the most gallant act he could think of, it was probably all his Pokémon could handle st the moment. A severe limitation that he would have to rectify when he was able to. And had the motivation to. Hiring a peace officer’s assistance had helped, and he sometimes considered trying to ask someone else, someone even better with Pokémon, for more tutelage. Alas it was simply too expensive for Paul’s meager earnings.

He crossed through the busy Crater City streets. Even though it was hot, and the crowds were dulled and quiet, there was no time for a true break. Merchants had to count their earnings from the morning and rearrange their goods in preparation for the evening rush of customers. Perhaps the rush would include the woman who was asking for volunteers to watch her farm. He found his way out of the dusty clamor of the houses with people and Pokémon bustling about, reaching the exit of the great walls that he had watched being built.

The summer sunshine was hot, as it was already past its zenith. His heavy jacket came off within a mere minute, baring alabaster skin and thick muscles that rippled and bulged with every movement. The feeling of the sun burning his skin brought him a strange kind of pleasure, a fiery joy that satisfied.

Dust kicked up and choked under his shoes as he confidently swaggered along the road, giving a cheery grin to any and all who passed by. Some pulled away, shy, though others grinned back and reciprocated his hot, beaming attention that rivaled the sun in its scorching intensity. After several minutes of walking along the southbound road that he had traveled up nearly a year ago, he stopped and shaded his eyes with one hand to look out across the lush, drying grasses. Offended, the sun blazed hotter and thundered down muttered, indiscernible curses that rang in Paul’s ears, and Paul hastily scanned the horizon until he saw the little house with a cluster of coops and a small orchard of berries. It wasn’t that different from many of the other farms on the outskirts of Crater City, the rural sprawl that spread like a ripples outwards from a stone dropped in a pond, but the placement and number convinced Paul that that was where he should go. He lowered his hand and quickly moved to the unpaved, barely-visible trail where many feet and some carts had forced a bare spot into the grass. The sun, pleased at his decision to no longer hide his handsome face from him, relaxed his blazing, glorious fury. He returned to a friendly, if still intensely burning, shine.

After following the trail, and resolutely ignoring the various small farms he passed by that did not belong to the beautiful bird-keeper, he at last found his way to the small bird ranch. And who else but the beautiful bird-keeper herself was there to greet him?

She was all he imagined and more, a wildflower grown up tall and bright in the sweet smelling, dry grasslands all around them. Her beauty was rough and unrefined, not a luscious, pampered rose but a tough, ragged flower that had earned every millimeter of petal and leaf that she sported. Her speckled skin bespoke many hours of work beneath the sun, his brother, and he could only envy the sun for getting to touch and kiss that skin so passionately. Her fairly short hair and slim waist spoke of a body that moved and bent and did not want to be kept from moving. Her brand was, as always, an ugly mark of imperfection, but Paul was learning to ignore them, since more than half the people of Crater City seemed to have them.

”Are you the lovely woman seeking someone to watch your birds this afternoon and evening? I’m Paul, and I’d like to help you.” Paul smiled as he walked over to her, trying to quell some of the excitement that rose within him.

She nodded, slightly confused but ignoring his compliment, ”Yes. My name is Moist. I’ll be back sometime tonight, probably a bit late. So... Goodbye for now.” Her attitude was as pragmatic and to-the-point as her body suggested, and Paul pressed hard to find a reason for her to stay in his presence just a little longer. His eyes lit upon a bracelet tight around her delicate wrist.

”Did you make this yourself? What beautiful, delicate work! Your hands must possess such dexterity and gentleness to create something as lovely as the hands that wrought it,” he purred as he reached out and took her hand, examining the bracelet closely before planting a kiss on her knuckles.

"Ah. Thank you... sir." She paused instead of saying his name, promptly replacing it with a dispersonal "sir". She took her hand away. It was as though someone had sent him a letter but failed to properly fill it out, leaving a large blank spot where his name ought to go. As though his name, and in turn, his very existence, had been erased. She acknowledged him but refused to say his name. Was he just a ghost? Was he a collection of disembodied voices and memories, all crammed into one nameless being?

"But my name is Paul," he insisted, a lump forming in his throat.

”I- What? Oh, right. Paul. Um... Okay, sir- I mean! Paul.” She was clearly unhappy, and she turned downcast eyes away from the needy man to pluck uncertainly at her hair which fell just below her cheeks.

Paul fretted, his face contorted into a concerned, hurt expression. He looked away from her dramatically, turning his entire head as far as it would go comfortably, and finally spoke, ”Very well. Just go. Go and remember that my name is Paul, and I will be waiting with your intact flocks at the evening’s end.”

The woman looked confused as she tried to catch Paul’s eye, but he refused to turn back towards her, so she stood awkwardly for a few moments. Unsure of what else to do, she mumbled an apology and then swayed off, a dancing wildflower scattered to the air and heading swiftly for distant lands. But she would be back. Paul believed that much.

Jun 20 2018, 03:07 AM
Paul is seeking specific Pokémon, many of which are Endangered. The list:
- Lapras
- Natu/Xatu
- Ralts/Kirlia/Gardevoir/Gallade
- Chingling/Chimecho (actually Rare, not Endangered!)

Base price:
- fair trade price of the pokeball used to catch/house the Pokémon (or an actual pokeball, whichever you prefer/he has on hand)
- 1000 tokens — More tokens will be considered, but probably not more than 1,250
-- or 750 tokens for Chimecho — More tokens will be considered, but probably not more than 1,000

In the (admittedly likely) event that Paul doesn’t have that many tokens at the time, I will either offer an IOU or you can hold onto the Pokémon until Paul has accrued that much money, and then do the trade.


Paul clutched the neat, carefully created flyer, unwilling, for the life of him, to give it up. But what purpose would a poster serve if it wasn’t even posted for the world to see? He made several copies, so it wasn’t like he was getting rid of ALL of his hard work. Even if this poster got covered up or lost to the wind or rain, he had more tucked safely away at home.

He sighed and gazed sadly at the poster again before steeling his resolve. His jaw clenched and he lifted the poster up to the advertising board on the edge of Crater City’s marketplace, finding a nice place for it just a quarter of the way from the left edge.

On the flyer, he explained his request in both text and pictures, for those who were unable to read. Detailed, lovingly-rendered drawings of the Pokémon that he was asking for accompanied their names, and ten painstakingly, perfectly drawn stacks of a hundred tokens each rested above the large number written: “1,000 tokens”. One of the Pokémon, a Chingling, with a Chimecho placed just beside it in a smaller, parenthetical box, was placed across from a slightly smaller group of tokens, labeled as “750 tokens”. A few elegant arrows pointed out which way the trade was going, to Paul’s name and an uncannily accurate self portrait, and to the word “You” and an outline of a generic head with a question mark for a face.

When the poster was safely secured with four sharp stone pebbles pressed into the holes of the board, Paul stood back to admire his handwork before quickly running off.
Jun 8 2018, 04:10 PM
Cynthia entered the training grounds with a bit of uncertainty and suspicion. Like a queen regarding a questionable new castle, she kept her posture upright and her head held high as she examined the various setups, inspecting every detail. Amnisiad sat on her shoulder and also peered down at the various objects. In her entire year as Cynthia’s companion, she had never seen such a confusing array of human devices.

It was still early in the day, but already the summer sun was starting to strike down on the plains with intensity. With the tournament coming up, it was surprisingly crowded. Hopefully some of the people would drop out as the day got into full swing and they sought shade. Cynthia finally settled on the target and dummy field. As she was tentatively poking and pulling one of the straw dummies into place,
Amnisiad chirped a curious note from her shoulder, wondering what these strange things were. They looked a little bit like creepy humans without any hands or feet or face.

”Training dummies. You hit them as hard as you can.” Cynthia explained. Amnisiad cocked her head to regard the creepy human device with a beady black eye. She understood “hit”. With a triumphant caw, or rather a chirp, she sprang off of Cynthia’s shoulder and Tackled the straw dummy in the face, smacking her wings and body into it and following it up with a vicious Peck in the middle of the “forehead”. The dummy was surprisingly hard, the straw packed together closely and forming a dense mat.

Cynthia smiled at the bird’s ferocious attack. Amnisiad always had so much spirit. Suddenly, she was approached by an enormous striped canine. She stopped and turned to look at the orange and black creature in awe and surprise. ”You must be immensely powerful. Just look at you...” she murmured.

“Ahem.” A man on the creature’s back drew attention to herself and Cynthia looked up in alarm. “You paid for a Bishop’s services, correct?” Cynthia seemed apprehensive, and she eyed him warily.

”I suppose I did...” she glanced around at her surroundings, wishing she could ask for someone else’s services, but having a feeling that if she wanted a bishop, this is the one she’d get. Resolutely Setting her mouth in a hard, thin line, she turned back to Amnisiad, who was still clinging onto the training dummy and staring incredulously at the great fire canine. ”I hope you are a professional,” she warned, despite the man’s vastly superior Pokémon, she would not tolerate any funny business and she felt it was important to let him know of that straight away.

He seemed a bit taken aback. Nobody had ever accosted him in such an accusatory manner for seemingly many years. He spoke in a regal, presumably soothin tone of voice, “I understand. I assure you that I am entirely a professional. It is my duty to provide assistance.”
Jun 6 2018, 11:17 PM
From June 16 to June 24th, I'm going to be on planes or in Italy with Flameink and his family! So I probably won't get an opportunity to post. I'll try to sneak an hour or two in here or there (I believe we're going on a few long bus rides) but no promises. And I will most likely dedicate every bit of time I get to the tournament threads, which I hopefully won't be completely inactive in/get disqualified from.

I will almost certainly take a lot of pictures with my smartphone but not with a "proper" tourist camera because I'm lazy and don't want to carry a big camera everywhere XD.
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<div class="simpappinfo">sixty-six - female - heterosexual</div>

<div class="simpappdesc">General OF Crater City</div>
A tall, thin woman, Rachel is just shy of six feet tall. Like her son, she has brilliant turquoise eyes that can appear warm and sparkling or icy and steeled. Her hair is mostly white now, though a few streaks of dirty blonde are still visible. Her face is wrinkled and her skin is pale and fragile, but she still greets people with a wide smile. She prefers to wear simple, light clothing: simple cloth shirts and skirts that typically come to her shins.
Rachel is compassionate and empathetic, but not always the brightest. When someone is upset at her, she will usually try to make it right by showering them with affection and homemade gifts. She is quite the chatterbox, and has a way of making people feel at home and at ease.
She is generous to a fault; she will give and give without thinking much of consequences. Her own needs come last, and she refuses to acknowledge when she’s dealing with hardship. She will lie to others about her own well-being in the hopes that no one will worry about her.
She frequently takes on injured or orphaned Pokémon, nursing them back to health and releasing them or finding them new homes. Though only four Pokémon are “hers” (as in she has a pokeball reserved for them and they almost always stay near her) there are many more who just drop by once every few weeks to say hello and get a bite of food to eat or a bit of TLC from Rachel.
Warning: long and still somewhat WIP<br>
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Dylan and Rachel were two of the closest people to Beta. Rachel was about 15 years old when she arrived in the dust and ash, and was welcomed by Beta. She was mature for her age, no doubt brought on by the suffering she experienced before she was rescued from the ruins of the old world. Though Rachel didn’t have the same lofty goals, she deeply admired Beta’s intensity and determination. She swore to help him in whatever way she could.
Dylan, who was 18 at the time, arrived a few days after. Beta saw, and Rachel - tagging along behind him - was there to meet him, too. Beta and Dylan became fast friends, the two similarly aged boys-on-the-cusp-of-adulthood almost like brothers.
The three of them went everywhere together and their band of immigrants, who would later become known as the Council of Generals, grew. What was first a matter of simple admiration and a desire for survival became a nigh unbreakable bond. At some point, slowly but surely, Dylan and Rachel fell in love. They tried to keep it hidden from Beta at first. By this time, he was already intensely involved in creating his own society. Despite how busy he and his council of newly pronounced Generals were, he did manage to notice that two of his oldest friends were acting differently, albeit not for several months after they had agreed to keep it a secret.
Beta was happy for his friends. He was too busy and obsessed with his work to fall in love and have a family, so their family was probably as close as he would get. After the awkward moment of Beta confronting them about their secret, followed by receiving Beta’s blessing in a rather long “short speech”, the couple finally moved in together.
A couple years later, 15 years after Beta and his friends entered Terrene, Avery was born. He was Rachel’s pride and joy, and she doted on him tirelessly...
...until that fateful day, 10 years after Avery was born. It was a normal day, except for Dylan’s Espeon, Percival, acting strange. Annoyed, Dylan eventually left him behind and headed to Beta’s house. There was no meeting scheduled that day, but he had an important favor to ask of his old friend, and he wanted to ask in private.
According to Beta, Dylan arrived in the middle of an invasion. Beta’s Pokemon were desperately fighting off several assassins and their Pokémon, but they were terribly outnumbered. Dylan heard his shouting, and rushed into the house, releasing his Lucario and Braviary. With Dylan’s powerful Pokémon, the tide was turned. In the end, however, Dylan was struck down with a well-aimed dagger thrown while his attention was on Beta. His faithful Lucario became utterly enraged, howling and morphing into Mega Lucario. Beta was forced to pull back with his team, unable to reach the Mega Lucario which threw itself at the remaining assassins and Pokémon. So blinded by rage was he that he didn’t even stop when his strength was spent and his wounds were beyond recoverable. He kept fighting until every last one of his opponents were dead, then he returned to Dylan’s body and protectively curled around it before dying himself.
After the burial, his Braviary refused to come home, resolutely hunkering down by his headstone and glaring at anyone who came near. His Espeon became a silent, hollowed-out ghost that sat in the garden or near Dylan’s pillow. Their little son, Avery, cried and slept and cried and slept. Beta tried to offer condolences, as best as he could, and told Rachel to take some time to focus on herself. She insisted she didn’t need the time, though, and she came to every meeting and started working on various projects with a furor. Underneath it all, Rachel grieved silently and fell into a terrible depression underneath the mask of cheerfully insistenting everything was fine. She stopped cooking; she wasn’t hungry. She stopped cleaning; there was no point.
To make matters worse, Avery changed. He wasn’t the sweet, caring child who loved to play with Pokémon anymore; he became sullen and rebellious. He stopped talking to her. The harder she tried to be cheerful and show him that nothing was wrong, the harder he pushed back. If only she still had Dylan... Surely a strong father figure could reach Avery?
After two years of struggle, she finally gave in and admitted to Beta that, despite her continued sunny disposition and her extreme productivity over the last two years in organizing societal necessities and groups, she needed his help. She needed him to take Avery under his wing.
She was eventually able to heal, slowly coming to her senses and rediscovering the joys in life. She would never love another man the way she loved Dylan, though.

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