Jory

I absolutely cannot stand the existence of Genesect. Its design and moveset are totally contrived and Game Freak just HAD to go ahead and make it more OP by giving it Extremespeed. The thing has been a plague on the OU tier ever since its release and there is a special place in hell for anyone who abuses this thing.

Roland nodded at Megaira, pulling out what bones he could as he continued stripping flesh and meat from the buck. The ranger laid the bones off to the side, creating a small pile for the Necromancer to take when he was done. He had also taken a small tarpaulin out of his traveling bag and laid it out in between the two deer as a place for the meat that was to be dried to be laid so it would not get dirty on the ground. When Alleria began praying over the animals, Roland stopped and stepped respectfully back. He was not much for religion, but he could respect the faith of others. As Rhea began to cook the stew, Roland's mouth began to water. It had been a long day on the move and all he had had to eat was a biscuit that he had picked up from a bakery in the capital. "If this is how we will be eating every night of this journey, then I am glad Rhea is coming with us," he said with a chuckle.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Well enough about that has the ranger not made it back yet of not perhaps you would like me to go look for him. After all i am quite sure all of us are hungry and it would be a bad thing for one of us to be out there alone with bandits running around after all." He said with a casual smile on his face. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Roland grunted loudly as he entered the campfire clearing, dragging the two rather large bucks behind him. He turned over his shoulder to see who else had made it back. It seemed he was last. "There will be no need to come looking for me, I can assure you of that. Although from the racket you two were causing-" he said, looking from Crag to Nash and then to the others, "I would assume you ran into some trouble as well." Roland gave another loud grunt as he pulled the deer over to the firepit and unstrapped his bow from his back, unstringing it carefully and putting it back in its wrapping. He then pulled his quiver and its strap over his head, setting the arrow holder down next to the bow. "I tried to get back here as quickly as possible after the bandits attacked me, but I did not believe it would be wise to leave our dinner for other scavengers." The ranger reached into his travel bag and pulled out a long skinning knife, then approached one of the bucks and evenly cut open its stomach, beginning to pull out the entrails of his prey. He did this casually and absentmindedly, standing up to dump the entrails at the edge of the clearing. "From the look of Nash's wound, I can only assume the two of you ran into more bandits then I did. We got lucky that they were not trained killers. I scarcely broke a sweat," he said aloud. Returning to the deer, he began gutting the other one. "Is anyone else going to help with these? We will need to dump the entrails far enough from here that wild animals are not going to sneak into our camp tonight looking for a meal."

>"I'm not a moron" >Misspells both "misinterpretation" and capitalizes "everyone" in the middle of a sentence. Also, the logical fallacy in your theory is that you may not be able to convince Suicune to purify the lake. Why would it do it just because someone told it to? If Suicune wanted the lake purified or were able to purify the water, wouldn't xe have already done so without needing to be told? After all, providing you're past the Muk PULSE in the game, there's not a whole lot actually polluting the lake anymore since the factory was destroyed.

I would hook up Mega Gardevoir to it and have it use Moonblast. The increased power borrowed from the moon would cause it to implode, thus totally throwing the Earth out of balance. Tides would be half what they are now, days would be several hours shorter, oh, and THE EARTH WOULD WOBBLE VIOLENTLY AS IT SPUN. This would cause temperatures to vary wildly from day to day everywhere on the planet. That being said, by the time it would cause any real changes to human life, we would have already been devoured by Sol becoming a red giant.

I agree with that 100%, although I'm not sure Megas are ever going to happen in Reborn. So maybe stick with the katanas for now

Hey man, those are all pretty cool. I love the Michelangelo Wartortle. But does that mean that if we ever have Mega-Evolution that Mega Blastoise will be Donatello?

To be fair, that's my first ever attempt at anything remotely resembling recoloring and I did it using Photoshop Elements 7. It's just supposed to be somewhat similar to my concept. Also imo 10/10 would catch.

Is that fireproof? HYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH!

Looking at this list, I noticed that the Zangoose recolor is listed as "Black/Blue." Just seems to me like there's a whole lot of red/orange being changed to blue and a lot of white being changed to black. My alternative, which I attempted to sprite (and gave up shortly afterward because I'm a lazy person) was to make the main body a light purple such as lilac or lavender and then make the claws bright green (think Shiny Flygon's body). The stripe and "sleeves" could then be changed to a charcoal/black and the eyes would be made the same green as the claws. EDIT: Ok so it was supposed to be more on the purple side, but it took me the better part of an hour so tough cookies for all of you.

WHAT A TWEEST except it's definitely gonna be Mael this time I'm sure

No, this is Jory. Hai Mael <3

"Hmm... Well, it would be worth having the nurses down at the Infirmary take a look at it. For all you know, it could be the result of something malignant. I'm sure it's just benign, but you should check it out regardless." Sonny smiled and ruffled Grace's hair. "And don't beat yourself up over that loss. You did a great job, but Sarcus's Pokemon are just a tiny bit more developed than yours in terms of age and evolutionary stage. I can already tell that Dratini of yours is going to be a force to be reckoned with when it fully evolves." A blank look crossed Sonny's face before he smiled again. "And if you happen to see a herd of Girafarig out here, be sure to let me know. I've been looking to add one to my team for a bit now and they tend to be rather elusive." With that, Sonny turned away and looked to where Sarcus had gone. "It seems your friend has decided to walk in the opposite direction of the school. You should go after him and fix that."

Sonny clapped loudly, stepping out of the forest and into the clearing. Tuatara and Rayleigh followed suit, both of them smiling broadly at the young trainers. Sonny grinned and shook his head, then approached Sarcus and Grace. "Hey guys, that was an awesome battle. Thanks for putting on such a good show for us!" he joked. His face then became more serious as he looked closely at Sakura. He turned to Grace and his expression became a bit more serious as he handed her another Super Potion. "Your Florges is going to need this. She's a bit too strong for just one, especially after a battle like that," he commented. He then turned to Sarcus and smiled. "Your Gallade's Night Slash is a very potent move, Sarcus. I'm impressed," Sonny added. He turned back to Grace. "So was your Florges born deaf, or did something happen that triggered it?"

I'm easily startled. Always have been.

The ranger gave Nash a sidelong glance as he said they had to move on. He nodded in agreement, acknowledging the fact that he had become somewhat sidetracked by his conversation with Megaira. Trust was important, but it could be established on the way to their destination. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- He gave a meaningful look at Roland's bow. "You seem well-equipped for the job. Consider it your first test to prove your skill. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Roland nodded solemnly as he was assigned his task. He was not particularly surprised by the assignment, especially considering the fact that he was the only one carrying a bow among his group. He pulled the wrapped bow off of his back and took it out of its protective covering, admiring once more his prized bow. It was a piece of yew that was well over five feet in length, standing nearly as tall as Roland when it was not bent. He pulled a bowstring out of the buckled pocket on his belt and began to string his bow, taking extra care to ensure that the weapon was bent properly. He tested it a few times and, satisfied with it, turned to face Alleria and Mageira. "I am going to head out to the woods to hunt. Stay on guard," he reminded the unlikely pair as he strapped his quiver onto his back and strode into the forest. The tracks were evident along the game trail. They seemed to be made by a herd of deer. At least ten, Roland thought to himself. Two bucks would feed the group for the night and allow them to dry the rest of the meat, providing more dry rations for their journey. Roland tightened his grip on his bow and broke into a light jog, his gray cloak fluttering behind him as he approached another clearing. There were twelve deer visible and four of them had the beginnings of antlers. Roland ducked low in the brush of the forest and circled around the clearing to get a better shot at the first buck. Once I hit the first one, the others will begin to run, he thought to himself. He slowly drew and arrow from his quiver and put it to the bowstring, pulling it back with his back muscles and sighting the buck. "Directly for the heart," he whispered. He let the arrow fly and quickly nocked another, sighting the second buck. The first arrow impacted the deer perpendicular to the direction it was facing, punching through the thick shoulder muscle and penetrating the heart. The buck fell with a scream, causing the rest of the deer to run into the forest. Roland fired the second arrow, catching the second buck in the back left thigh and causing it to tumble forward. He sprinted into the clearing and jumped on the second buck's back, slicing its throat with one of his throwing knives. He pulled the arrow from its thigh, wiping it on the grass and returning it to his quiver. He approached the other and softly pat its head as it lay dying on the ground, then slit its throat and removed the arrow from its chest. Roland sighed, then tied the two bucks together. It would be a long hike back to camp with them, but it was worth it to feed his group. Suddenly, Roland heard a scream of pain, followed by a rustling in the woods near him. He set the deer down and nocked another arrow, firing it toward the sound. Two men charged out of the woods, one with the arrow lodged in the shoulder plating of his leather armor. Bandits! Roland realized. He fired another arrow at the one who had already been injured, taking him in the neck. However, the other had already closed too much for Roland to take him down with an arrow. The bandit charged in with a vicious horizontal swipe of his mace and a battle cry. Roland stepped back, the large metal head of the weapon barely missing his ribcage. He stepped in and swung his longbow in a sweeping arc toward the bandit's legs. It caught one between the string and the bow itself and Roland pulled viciously, taking the attacker's foot out from under him and causing him to fall to the ground. Roland then nocked another arrow and fired it directly through the bandit's eye, puncturing his brain and killing him. He pulled the arrow out of the bandit, then searched him. Finding a few gold pieces and some dried food, he pocketed both and did the same to the other bandit. Such animals deserve no mercy, Roland thought to himself as he began dragging the deer back to camp as quickly as he could. Mageira and Alleria can likely handle themselves, but I should hurry just to make sure. ((These are members of the same bandit group Crag and Nash fought, but not the same individuals))

Roland chuckled quietly, keeping his focus on Megaira despite the temptation to look around and gauge the rest of the group's reactions to his friendly gesture. He kept his hand out, still waiting for the Necromancer to grasp it. He gestured to the knives on his hips and the wrapped longbow and quiver on his back as he spoke: "If I were truly afraid of you, my weapons would likely already be in hand. I have not survived this long because I am slow to react to danger. No, I do not fear you or your people, for just as your customs seem odd to us, ours may seem strange to you. I am not attempting to speak for the others in our presence. I believed that establishing trust between us would benefit the both of us, seeing as we will likely hold each others' lives in our respective hands." He continued to smile at her, moving his hand slightly to draw her attention to it. "And regarding your reaction to my earlier gesture, in these troubled times only a fool would not flinch at a hand being thrust at her."

That feeling when you wish Pokemon were real so that you would never have to be alone again.

Asheru is a legend. 'Nuff said.

Could I potentially retcon my character to have a longbow? Our party seems to lack any real form of ranged combatant other than mages and a longbow seems like it would be far more useful due to its higher penetrating power. I also just think it would be really cool

Roland smiled lightly as the Dok stepped forward to introduce herself to the company. However, his smile faded as she began to speak about how the Dok were hated. That is why I am here, though, he thought to himself. As he looked at Nash, Rhea, Alleria, and Crag, he realized that most everyone would probably have some sort of issue with the Dok just based on her role as a Necromancer. Why? he wondered. Why can we not put our hate and prejudices aside, even under such dire circumstances as these? He sighed lightly, the sound barely noticeable above the din of the crowded city. Still, he continued thinking, she is courageous for joining our group, especially knowing how most feel about her kind. As he looked at the group again, he pondered the fact that although they would be facing the greatest trials of their time, they could barely be convinced to trust one another. As long as she believes she is not trusted, she will not trust us, Roland realized. He suddenly stepped out of line and approached the Dok, getting a little closer than most people would consider polite. He looked her up and down, then stared directly into the pools of darkness that served as her eyes. "You think we won't trust you," he stated. Then, Roland broke into a smile and brought his hand up in front of him, offering Megaira a handshake. "We're all creatures of this world. Painted skin and a bit of magic should not be what prevents us from working together to cure it of its present illness."

DAMMIT SKULLKIN I LITERALLY KNOCKED MY CHAIR OVER AJCDOIFAJIDASJOIASJFASFGV

A pair of light green eyes glinted mirthfully in the shadow of the cloaked human's hood. Under his gray cloak he wore a brown leather tunic with two diagonal buckles across it, as well as brown leather greaves, gauntlets, and boots. The elf in their group, apparently a mage- Not an easy profession at all these days, he thought to himself- was clearly uncomfortable standing among a group of humans. Her curt manner and leery eyes had given her away the moment she'd opened her mouth. Then again, he could not really blame her. Ever since the Evolutionary War, the Elves had been reticent to interact with most humans. This particular human thought that very idea was laughable. In times like these when even the most basic Healing spell was hard to cast for want of mana, people needed to band together instead of cowering in fear of one another. Had he known there would be an elf present, he probably would have worn something less mysterious to make said elf feel more comfortable. However, he turned his attention back to the task at hand. Hopefully there would be time for the niceties of cloak selection after they had found out what was causing the mana to stop flowing. The cloaked human stepped forward and removed his hood, revealing a head of close-cropped pale blonde hair. He gave each member of the party a light smile, then addressed all of them. "I am Roland Charleson. You may all refer to me as 'Roland' if you so choose. I specialize in use of my trusty daggers-" he said as he gestured to the long blades at his sides and the throwing knives on his breast- "and my shortbow. I suppose my fighting style is most similar to the Rangers that protect our lands due to my mix of extreme close-quarters combat and ranged combat. I'm quite skilled at moving unseen and unheard, as well." Roland cleared his throat and stepped back into the group, awaiting the other introductions.

------------------------------------------------------------- Sonny Rayleigh- Sawsbuck, Male, Level 55 Tuatara- Heliolisk, Female, Level 55 ------------------------------------------------------------- Rayleigh turned his head to the side, making a quiet braying noise in order to draw Sonny's attention. The Scout turned his attention away from the injured Minccino and tilted his head. He could hear the sounds of battle in the distance, as well as a few adolescent voices. Must be a few students battling amongst themselves, Sonny thought to himself as he gave the Minccino a Sitrus berry and began to spray its wounds with a Super Potion. The tiny gray Pokemon mewed appreciatively, then scampered back into the bushes. Rayleigh poked Sonny in the side with his nose and then looked toward the sounds of the battle again. Sonny chuckled and pet the Sawsbuck on his snout, then sighed. "All right, Rayleigh, we'll go investigate it. Return." Rayleigh dissipated in a white burst of energy, returning to the pendant around Sonny's neck. Alright, time to get over there. Sonny's lower body began to glow a pale yellow. When the energy dissipated from around them, Sonny had his Heliolisk's tail and legs in addition to a black marking that covered his head and the upper half of his face. He began running toward the scene of the battle, his half-Heliolisk form giving him vastly increased speed and dexterity. Within minutes he was back to his human form and Tuatara, his Heliolisk, was standing next to him. The pair was standing in a copse of trees not far from the battle, watching the engagement with interest. These are the kids I've been running into this past semester, he realized. He decided to let them finish their battle uninterrupted and called Rayleigh out from his amulet as well so he could watch.

More like stealing hearts o bb bb