Manes

Or you could help out a dying raccoon. We can start the first Wild Pokémon-only Gym Challenge!

Well, you've nearly killed a tiny Zigzagoon. I hope you're proud of yourself.

Nowhere to be found were the keywords. The smoke had concealed her, which was a great boon for the Zigzagoon's planning. Now, if only she had thought of it while she was still unharmed. She attempted to move her hind legs to begin to counterattack once more. They could not move. In her hubris, she realized something important. Dark Rage was an illegal move. Did she mean Dragon Rage...? It didn't matter. Whatever the consequence, she was about to die. Before the smoke thinned away, she looked at her forepaw. Which one had the tag...? Ah... the right one. The fur had hidden this tag well. Six LED lights, all of different colors, could be seen. If only she could chew it out and toss it away---no one could know her real identity. No one. ...they would learn either way. She found herself too weak to remove it. The dust settled. Telmaris was lying on the ground, eyes dull. "Hope you're proud of yourself..."

"...grr... you're dodging responsibility now?!" Her hairs stood on end further. "If you won't end it, I will!" She growled---Growl, as it may, the kind that numbs defenses. "Cerberus Deino, the stakes are life or death!" She tackled with all her might. Meanwhile, Mr. Pokémon was at a loss, and did what he could: "N-now, now, you don't have to fight with so much vitriol!"

Telmaris finally turned to the fledgling trainer being carried around by a Garchomp. "Hey, you. Cheater. That Garchomp's not even yours, is it? I can smell someone else raised it. Why are you even on this journey if you won't even trust the furred ones around you to become strong enough?" She was riled up. Each and every chunk of pointed hair was standing, poised to strike at any minute (were it only true that the hairs could actually detach as though they're solid needles). She knew what it is she spoke of. "That Garchomp respects someone other than you, someone a lot more tempered by experience. Can't humans get it through their thick skull? Pokémon aren't the only creatures that grow stronger as they gain experience. By this logic, they aren't even the only ones capable of supernatural phenomenon." The Zigzagoon spat on the floor. "Wretched weakling. Pthoo." She walked up to the Garchomp. "Back me up here, Garchomp. You agree with me here, right?"

"...heeeey. That's cheating," Telmaris said as she witnessed the Garchomp that just carried a fledgling trainer.

Zigzagoon---who had already identified her nickname to be "Telmaris"---sniffed around. As far as she was concerned, she was just a few experiences short of being able to use odor-sleuthing to strike at a ghost. Still----she could sense something through it. It wasn't human. Telmaris kept chewing away anyway. "Eh, too hungry to figure out what's on the lookout. Probably a Sentret or something. It is a sentry, after all..." So hungry was Telmaris that she didn't notice she had already eaten through her sandwich. "Oh. Well... uh... hate to ask, but can you spare another one? By the way, I didn't catch your name." A man stepped out of his house. "Oh my! That's quite the gathering." Mr. Pokémon had noticed the group gather in front of his house. "Did Professor Elm send both of you? I didn't realize he took such an interest in my discovery! I'll wait to see if anyone else gathers, then let everyone in!" "...well then."

Yeah, I retconned the post to reflect that little fact. I see I'm not the only one who fucks around with gender naming conventions. o_O

"Eh, shenanigans happened. Let's just say I wasn't born in Hoenn." She looked at the sandwhich. "Hell yes. I'm starving." "You know. I've seen a lot of you go here----far more than usual. I'm left to wonder how a man living in a re-purposed lab was able to supply all of you with starters. I know how it works---either a trainer is given one, or another trainer helps the trainer-to-be capture a Pokémon to use. The former usually happens more than the latter, right?" She happily munched on the sandwich. "Yeah, you have NO idea how much I have been wanting real food, and for how long."

The raccoon turned around to find a boy with glasses. "Oh, okay. Now I'm getting noticed. What was I---a flippin' Shuppet? God." She approached the bespectacled boy, being the one person who had noticed a Pokémon who is both out of place and had a different coloration. "Okay. I would go in---but what would I say? 'Hi, I'm Telmaris Zigzagoon and I have no idea why I'm here telling you this.' That will not let me have a life as a traveler. And I'm hardly inclined to train when I'm reduced to foraging whenever I'm hungry." Her nose twitched in disgust. "Have you ever tried picking food from trash cans? Eeeehyeah..." Telmaris had realized that she was ranting to a random stranger now. Like a certain someone... "Point is, let me pose as a Pokémon of yours for a bit."

Whoever is standing at Mr. Pokémon's house, though I wanted to specifically approach Odin. Anyone who's in front will work fine, though.

I've been prompting it in my posts. No response yet. :/ Also: ...is his character narcoleptic? xD

Does this apply to me too? I just want to skip ahead to the "interaction" aspect of a roleplay. Otherwise, what's the point of a writing activity that favors interactivity? :/

A bit of a longshot since I didn't really read everyone's post, but... maybe he means the 6-Pokémon limit? Then again, I have a Pokémon limit of... 1.

"...muh what? Oh. It's... morning already, and the Murkrows were apparently taken care of already." Forward and forward and ever forward. The road to the Trainers who had already taken off seemed to go on forever. She couldn't even Odor-Sleuth right. Was this really the path they were taking? No---there were no other openings as far as she was concerned. "Heeeeey! Wait for me!" The Pokémon finally came across a house----and, right in front of it, a girl and her Teddiursa. The Zigzagoon noted that she had long, golden hair... much like a certain someone she knows. "Hey. I'm not sure HOW I went unnoticed. I mean, I'm an amber-colored Zigzagoon that speaks human. And I'm fairly sure the fur color constitutes me being called a 'shiny'. How does THAT go unnoticed in a city for as long as it did? Anyway... can I pose as a Pokémon of yours for a bit?" The raccoon expected a response. ((OOC: I'd rather have this an interactive story than just fiction-writing, you see.))

"Nice." The amber Zigzagoon now stood before the group. "I'm sleepy, though... wanna team up with?"

Yeah. It seems very symbolic (Homestuck being an allegory to the Big Bang, ecology, et. al.), but when dealing with roleplaying, it can get... incomfortable. That, and you have the possible problem of uneven amounts of players. I have a session of my own which ignores this requirement. The last thing I want this RP session to become is an exercise in someone else's theorycrafting. I should probably come up with a nicer way to say that, but...

"Oh vey. What's going on over there?" The Zigzagoon turned her gaze upon the route she heard screams from. ---- Earlier that day... "Oh my god, I think I'd rather die than eat this rancid slop!" The raccoon was struggling to keep herself from retching on the sidewalk---though the smell of her vomit would likely add a delicate bouquet of stomach acid to the already flagrant scent of turned-over trash bin. It rightfully smelled of rotten fruit, too. "I really need a Trainer... I can just outright tell them if I get tired of the same rations. Hell, I can make my own damn decisions. What are they gonna do---put me in a Poké Ball I can already open from inside with no effort?" She was pleasantly surprised that nobody with a Pokédex had noticed the amber-colored, talking Zigzagoon. She knew that her coloration was rare, and her ability to speak rarer still. "I could just act cute, go to a shelter and get adopted by a nice guy... then I'd run away. And I'd be a horrible person for it. No. I can't stay in one town. I need a Trainer." Her musings were soon interrupted by some screams. ---- "WATCH OUTTTT!!! MURKROWWW ON THE LOOOOOSEEEE" a girl screamed at the top of her lungs. "...Oh. Okay. I can take one on, no problem. Grk... I feel kinda sick..." She rushed towards Route 29, intending to attempt to take on the Murkrow with her own four feet. "Okay, you. You are going to calm your chesticles down, or I give you a massage of Tackle!" She waited for the crow to stop rampaging. She owed... wait, which gender is this Murkrow?... that much.

Might I have Telmaris be DW? She's, quote-unquote, a "really unusual immigrant".

Um, I dunno... That seems to me like a nasty roadblock. I'd be fine if we threw out the 1:1 ratio out the window. Hell, make it mostly males for all I care. Just... I don't feel comfortable with an equal gender ratio. Am I weird for asking this?

UTC -04:00 here.

It depends on who gets to her first. She's going to play a game~. Also: It was stated in-character that she headed off to Cherrygrove, so she can be found there as of the latest RP post.

Free Zigzagoon to a good home! :3

It was far from a normal day in the wilds too. Wild Pokémon were very much like humans----they gossip amongst their cliques, talking of things seen unusually. "Hey, have you heard? A certain Sentret got caught!" "Wait----that was my friend's mate's friend! I feel sorry for her." "Yeah... I bet Sentret will run away the first chance it gets. She loves that guy dearly---even if she's not the alpha." "I bet!" Such conversations would happen when they weren't struggling to survive---or when they weren't mock-fighting amongst themselves. It stands to reason, then, that the influx of younger humans did not go unnoticed. And neither did the new arrivals to the wild. ("Hey, what's that? Is... is that a Murkrow?") The wild Pokémon of Route 29 were wary of these changes---and rightfully so. Growing stronger is not a concern when one's life is threatened every day by starvation. Any new arrivals means more competition for food. Sometimes, though... you get some really unusual immigrants. This is the story of an amber Zigzagoon who spoke like a human. "Yawn... nothing new under the sun", the raccoon muttered. "Well... cept for the Murkrow. And Pansage. Seriously, what's with that? They're not part of the normal habitat. Did stuff get shuffled around while I wasn't looking?" The hungry Zigzagoon stumbled around, looking for food. "Yeah, I could go for steak... or berries... really, ANYTHING. I miss barley tea..." She started paying attention to the goings-on of the woods, listening in to conversations when she was sure no one was leering at her. (Sometimes, that Leer would be literal. Sometimes, it would be the kind that inexplicably lowered her defense.) After some deliberation, she came to a conclusion. "I'm a damn raccoon. Forget living in the wild---I can just go to a human town. Probably gonna get noticed by a human and get caught, but whatever. That'd be an improvement." The Zigzagoon set her eyes upon a human town. She knew the name: Cherrygrove. Telmaris (Zigzagoon ♀) - Lv. 8 Nature: Adamant Moveset: Tackle Growl Tail Whip