Color

Tyrantrum Aurorus The badassery is realin sixth gen Tyrantrum you shall be mine

As the twinkling sprinkles of stars glittered across the boundless sky, the three travelers slept soundlessly. While the trainer slept with her arms splayed out across the grass, her bare feet barely tickled by the individual blades of grass, her hair nothing more than an ebony halo around her head, and her dress now splayed messily across her body. Usually, Color would invest in a blanket, and probably throw on her pajamas in the messy fashion, but with running endlessly for several hours and catching her first Pokemon, her body just gave out completely. While Color slept silently, and Grass Mini snoring loudly against her hair, Fang remained awake and alert, curled up tightly on the his trainer's chest. Even though he was caught fair and square, his pride was still wounded. His authority was crushed beneath her boot, and was never going to gained back. The grass monkey slanted his eyes, running his unusually long tongue along his equally unusually sharp teeth. If only he had something to fight in order to blow off steam, a Pokemon, human, anything! Suddenly, a faint sound of flapping wings caught Fang's attention. His large, oval-shaped ears twitched twice, unsure of the source. However, the symphony of feathers pushing together in one perfect unison. Fang hopped up this time, growling in his throat to alert his trainer. Sadly, she grumbled in her sleep, turning over and allowing Grass Mini to slide off of her head and end up on the ground with a loud thump. Fang shook his head, chattering softly along the lines off "My trainer is an idiot". Yet, as soon Fang shook his head a silhouette burst through the cage of bushes, with the sound of heavy footsteps. The monkey cartwheeled out of the way, watching the figure trip over his trainer and stand only a few inches from his trainer's sleeping face. The Turtwig that rolled off of Color's head slowly woke up with a start, blinking his eyes a couple of times to clear his blurry vision. "Twig, Twig, Turrrrr." Grass Mini yawned loudly, steadying his yellow irises towards the figure and immediately hopped on four legs and glared at the intruder. "TWIG!" he shouted in his trainer's ear, finally waking her up with a slow start. Color yawned softly, blinking her eyes behind her long bangs. When her own blurry vision cleared she looked up, a person, a male that looked around her age glanced nervously down at her. His breath ragged from running and foolishly tripping over her, made her nose wrinkle in slight disgust as she glared up at him. "Sup?" he greeted hurriedly, not making a single attempt to get off of her. "Fang, get this nerd off of me. Vine Whip." Fang smirked, happy to comply as the thick vines pierced through the monkey's wrists and wrapped tightly the trainer's wrists. With a single tug he was violently pulled back and tightly held down. Fang looked down at the trainer, revealing his sharp front teeth. His snarl erupted from his chest, making the trainer's eyes widen in surprise and slight fear. Color merely laughed, waving her hand away. "Enough Fang, stop scaring him, he ain't gonna do anything now." Color drawled, taking her bare foot and pressing it down on the intruder's chest. Grass Mini approached the trainer cautiously, looking him up and down to make sure he wasn't armed. The Pokemon quickly eyed the Poke Balls and tapped Color on her ankle. "Twig!" "Hm?" Color eyed the Poke Balls carefully, before glancing back at the trainer, her lips tied into a small frown. "Ohh, I see your a trainer as well. Tsk." the performer clicked her tongue, pressing her hands on her hips. "Haven't you learn to watch where you are going?" Color questioned, digging the ball of her foot into his chest to emphasize her point. "B-But the Murkrow?" "Murkrow?" "SAGE!!!" Fang screeched loudly, turning his head to stare beyond the trees to spot a hint of a black wing. That turned into two wings, then four, and a complete flock suddenly exploded from the brushes of trees. "OH SHI-" Color couldn't even finish her sentence as Grass Mini pushed his head against her leg. The performer released her foot from the trainer, scooped up Fang who released the trainer's wrists, and tugged on her boots without even tying the strings. She threw the Poke Balls and Dex in the sack, threw it over her shoulder, tossed Grass Mini on her head, and Fang on her shoulder and turned towards the dirt road. She looked over her shoulder, watching as the guy sprung up from the ground, fearfully staring at the group of Murkrow that was rocketing towards them. "Unless you want to be pecked to death, GET MOVING" she order roughly, running behind him and pushing him forward. He quickly got the message, taking off towards the dirt road as well, while Color followed behind with Fang screeching angrily in her arms and Grass Mini covering his eyes from the fearful sight. "WATCH OUTTTT!!! MURKROWWW ON THE LOOOOOSEEEE" Color screamed at the top of her lungs.

Okay ^ ^ If anyone is still looking for battles I'm here~

Alright uhhhh since didn't know about the timer thing do you just want me to edit my freakishly long post? XD Oh and I promise to all my posts won't be that long xP

What first started out as a full force sprint towards Route 29 ended up as a montage of gasping for air, and collapsing on the ground, in one big mess. Color and Grass Mini fell onto the grass, gasping for precious oxygen. After what seemed to be several minutes of exaggerated hyperventilating, Color pushed herself onto her knees and looked around the open area. A wide smile crawled across her wild features. "This is a PERFECT place to show me your stuff little dude!" Color exclaimed as she quickly rummaged through her brown sack to pull out the Turtwig's Poke Ball and the PokeDex she always kept by her side. With nimble fingers she typed on a few keys and slid her finger across the screen once. She held out her arm and pointed the small circular camera on the top of the complex device, making it beep several times before registering Turtwig's data. The robotic male voice chimed. Color tilted her head to the side, glancing over at the grass type that had taken the liberty to start headbutting a tree. "Huh, I guess he does have twin leaves on the top of his head..." Color mused thoughtfully before looking back down at the screen. Even though the performer has traveled between regions and encountered a variety of Pokemon during her travels, she was still always fascinated by the information that the PokeDex provided for her. The schooling and education that she lacked, she quickly gained through studying Pokemon and their natural behaviors, which made everything all the more interesting for the acrobatic. "Continue, PokeDex." she uttered sharply, a quick bing followed suit of the command. Color simply nodded her head, making a small note in the back of her mind to stroke the grass type's shell before going to bed. Another soft bing followed suit, indicating its continuation of the explanation. "Thank you PokeDex, you may shut down now." The screen went black, leaving the trainer to click her PokeDex shut. She sighed, running her fingers through her messy shoulder-length hair. No doubt, Color's elder sibling wanted her Pokemon to be battle read just like her. With adept moves like that, Grass Mini might progress more quickly than any regular ol' trainer's Pokemon. However, she has yet to see her partner in battle.... "Twig!" "SAGE!!!" Color's eyes hurried over to Grass Mini. Instead of the twin leaf headbutting the trees to improve his endurance, he was being threatened by a monkey-like Pokemon with a medium sized bush on its head, wicked fangs, slick tan and green fur covering the rest of his small stature and loud screech to boot. However, Grass Mini was no backing down either, responding with a low growl and slanted yellow eyelids at he pawed at the grass. Color rose to her knees, click the red button her Pokedex and aiming it towards the grass monkey. "PokeDex scan!" Color shouted, which was quickly responded with the same bell-ringing sound. "Kind huh. Not this one it seems." Color muttered to herself, snapping her PokeDex shut and dropping it in the sea of grass next to her legs. "Must've been chilin' in the tree and Grass Mini was just an unlucky sonofagun." Color cupped her hands over her mouth. "GRASS MINI!" her shrill voice projected clearly across the meadow, the wind roaring in the Pokemon's face as he picked up on his trainer's voice. He jumped once, only a few centimeters off the ground, and fell into his battle stance, indicating he heard her call and ready to follow her lead. "GRASS MINI! Use Body Slam on that tree and knock that little bugger out of there. Make it a fair fight!" The grass monkey howled in irritation, his hands beginning to glow white and sharpen to point at the edges, which Color could only guess as the move Scratch. However, Grass Mini quickly ran directly into the tree once more, ramming his whole entire figure against the thick truck against the tree, making it tremble at the raw power. The monkey teetered, screaming as it lost its footing, but suddenly two thick vines burst from it's wrists and entangled themselves around the Turtwig. Pansage fell, but quickly recovered from the brutal landing with its vines still wrapped around Grass Mini. The twin leaf struggled, bucking and kicking his back legs to free himself, but to no avail. Color stood up now, adrenaline rushing through her system as a cocky smirk etched within her features. "Grass Mini don't take that from the squirt, go ahead and give em a Seed Bomb!" the Turtwig tilted his head over his shoulder towards the snarling Pansage and simply glared at it. His mouth glittered green for a few moments before he spat out a row of shivering seed, which suddenly exploded in the monkey's face. It flew back into the tree, the vines that was wrapped tightly around Grass Mini's body quickly receding back to the owner and into its wrists. The monkey chattered softly, almost groaning at the impact of the tree, but Color wouldn't buy it. "Grass Mini, let's finish this! Full-Force Tackle, DESTROY!!" the trainer roared, balling her fists into tight balls. Her breath ragged almost as if she was the one fighting the Pansage. Grass Mini took off from its position, hopping up off the ground, tilting its head towards the monkey's abdominal area and making complete contact. Smoke rose from the collision, an ear-splitting screech rung in the air as Color could feel all the breath being ripped out of the Pokemon's lungs. The trainer quickly took off in the Pokemon's direction, taking a single Poke Ball and her PokeDex with her, leaving the rest of her things behind. Grass Mini hopped back and tilted his head to the sunset-lit sky. "TWWIGGGGG!" he roared in victory, making Color smile in gratitude. She walked up next to her Pokemon, watching as the grass monkey's unconscious body slide down the trunk of the tree and into the grass in a broken heap. Te performer tossed the empty Poke Ball at the Pansage, watching as its body became consumed in a stream of red light. The red and white capsule shook three times in succession before standing still, indicating the victorious capture. Grass Mini scooped the ball up in his large jaw and handed it to his trainer. The girl took out her PokeDex once more, aiming the camera at the Poke Ball, allowing it to process the data. Color clicked her tongue in content, staring at the ball-shape capsule with pride. "You are someone that battles to the absolute brink. A lot of trainers do not like mercilessness in their Pokemon, but you....Yea, I'm gonna have fun training you." Color mumbled, a sly grin following suit while a happy Turtwig nuzzled her leg. Color reached down for her partner, taking one of his front legs and easily tossing him on her head in one fluid motion. She walked back towards her things, sitting down and kicking off her thick black boots in the process. She settled down, spreading her legs, and pull up her dress ever so slightly to make room between her legs. She click the middle button of the Poke Ball and watched as a bipedal monkey materialized in a stream of white light. The last bits of energy sparked away from the injure grass type, allowing the performer to get a good look at the Pansage. "Here." Color responded, sliding her hand in her sack once more and pulling out a single, round and juicy Oran Berry. "I was saving it for my pal here, but since you are on the team now you can have it instead, since you took more damage." Pansage did not respond, wordlessly taking the fruit from the trainer and sinking his two front oddly sharp teeth into the skin of the berry. He chewed cautiously, shooting a glare at Color every once in awhile before looking back down at the fruit in his hands. When it was all gone he dragged his long tongue across his paws, licking every last bit of the blue juice that spilled on his fur. Finally, he sat down, crossed his legs and just glared at Color, giving her a not so pleasant welcome. "Look, I know you lost, but hey we all lose. I do all the time to my older brother. The point is your are going to have to get over this. You are strong, and intelligent no doubt, but you have no focus. You focus on your instincts instead of channeling your raw energy into your opponent." "Pan!" the monkey grunted, lashing his tail back and forth, uncomfortable to admit its unbridled rage when battling. Color pushed a couple of wild strands back behind her ear, circling her arms around the monkey to show him actual comfort. "Come with me. I'll promise to help pull the cover away and show you the raw passion of battling." the trainer stuck out her pinkey finger, making the monkey look at her in slight confusion. However, after a few moments he silently wrapping his vine-like tail around her finger, grasping it tightly almost saying "You better stick to your word." Color nodded, making a small noise of approval before falling back into the sea of grass, watching the last splashes of orange and yellow disappear behind the trees, and leaving nothing but quiet hues of blue and violet in its place. "...Let's stay here. I'm sure the trainers are probably all asleep by now, and we're at the edge of the meadow. No one would find us here Fang...." Pansage's ears twitched slightly at the nickname, settling back down in a relaxed state, showing his approval of the name. From this day forth he shall now be known as Fang. However, Color mentioning trainers not coming around these parts, she knew in the pit of her stomach that she was somehow very wrong about that. Caught: Pansage aka Fang (M) Level: 10 Ability: Overgrow Nature: Serious Moveset: - Scratch - Vine Whip -Lick - Leer

Hurrdurrp well I'm gonna go capture my Poke and try to receive some character reactions. Wish meh luck!

Ehhhh...wut? I think we are just RPing as trainers, you know the typical trainers going around catching Pokemon and trying to complete the Johto league.

Which probably explains why I am better off working with third person. I can describe things really well, and explain feelings, emotions, thoughts in that format but I cannot do that with first person for the life of me. For some reason it just does not click ._.

Patience is key young grasshoppa... But no seriously, it takes a lot of patience to sit down and write a full flesh post like a lot of people did in the RP. I had to rewrite mine at least twice. Btw, how can you guys write in first-person? I think it's sooooo friggin hard to do that. x_x

Does anyone else notice that alot of shiny pokemon's recolors contain either green or yellow as a common color e_e And not even a cute green and yellow, like an icky green D:

"Crest, c'mere boy!~"a high pitched squeal filled the air as a fiery ball of fur landed into her arms. The flaming collar around the ferret-like creature's neck quickly died down back into his body. His head popped up, and his slightly slanted brown eyes stared up at his trainer. "Qui-LAVA" he shouted powerfully, making the nineteen-year old performer chuckle in amusement. "My beautiful, Quilava how excited you are to see the professor again after eight years. I wonder how he is going to react, knowing that you escaped his lab so long ago, and somehow ended up in my arms." the ebony-haired acrobatic thoughtfully mused, making her flaming pet spit out a short stream of flames. "You are right Crest." she agreed, holding the Quilava by his blue back as she walked through glass-covered doors. "Professor! Professor it's me! Color!" she shouted loudly, stepping into the building, automatically welcomed by the rhythmic whirr of various machines and computers that seemed to calculate data all on their own. "Well is that Color I hear?" a joy-filled voice rang in the air as the brown-haired, wire-glasses, and slightly timid man stepped from behind his desk. He fingered the nose of his glasses, pushing them back upon his nose, before gracing the performer with bright smile. "Color! My darling, what has bring you to Johto?" Elm questioned, grabbing a stack of papers that was quickly tipping over besides his mountainous stacks of books. "Don't tell me Maxmillion is here for another "vacation." You know that boy has done enough here already." Color shook her head in response, her long and messy bangs falling over her eyes. "No, not this time Elm, Maximillion is tending to his wife at the moment. You know the honey moon stage?" "Ah, yes yes. He is a grown man, and successful nontheless, so of course I should not have doubt that the boy would eventually have earned himself a lovely wife by his side." Elm continued on, setting the papers off to the side of the desk and brushing his hair back. "So, what has brought you to my lab?" Color shifted her weight to her left book, sighing a bit as she hoisted Crest against her shoulder for support. "Well Professor, this may sound incredibly odd to you, but..." the ebony-haired performer hesitated for a moment, looking over at Crest before glancing back at the professor's patient expression. "I want to go on a journey in Johto." Elm's face quickly shifted, his lips stitched together in a tight angle, the indentations of his forehead becoming more prominent. "Color, you know I can't do that.." Elm began, crossing his arms over his chest. "You already started your journey in Kanto and completed it up to the Elite Four. Why would I give you starter, when you have several Pokemon already in your care?" Crest quickly tilted his head towards Elm, pressing his paws against his trainer's chest. "Quil" he barked, quickly gaining the man's attention. "Wait a minute isn't that...?" "Yes!" Color responded in excitement, allowing Crest to hop out of her arms and onto the tiled floor. "This is the Cyndaquil that escaped your laboratory eight years ago, the same time me and Maximillion happened to go on vacation here, in Johto! We found him in Azalae Town, soaking up the rays." her cheeks became red as she continued. "We didn't want him to leave him all along so I took Crest back with me to Kanto and he became my starter instead." "Lava!" the collar around the Crest's neck began to glow hot with red embers, sizzling with astounding heat but not erupting in flames like a typical collar would. The small silver locket on the end of it clinked softly against the metal of the collar, revealing a picture of ten-year old Color and a much younger Cyndaquil with a disgruntled expression on his face. He looked up at the Elm with a determined expression, as he walked over to the Professor and sat directly at his feet. "I know I shouldn't have taken Crest without permission, and it was wrong of me to do so, therefore..." Color slowly stepped forward, wrapping her fingers around the small Pokeball. She pressed the button in the middle once, the black "C" etched directly into the case. She unclipped the ball off of her belt and held her hand out to Elm. "I want you to keep Crest with you at the lab, while I go on my official registered journey of Johto. I am trading him for a new starter until I come back to claim him after the Elite Four has been beaten." Color stated firmly, determination burning behind her curtain of hair. The professor sighed, looking down at the obedient Quilava, obviously well-trained and agreeing with his trainer's decision without a second thought. He glanced back at the Poke Ball and back to Color, obviously hesitant about the girl's words. "..Alright. Your Quilava shall stay with me until you come back from your journEY!" Elm was immediately enveloped into a bear hug. the young performer squealing with glee as she looked up at the Poke expert. "Thanks Professor, trust me, you won't regret this decision at all! And don't worry about Crest! He's is suppperr doopper well-trained and wants to help you out with the other starters here, so they'll be ready for their trainers too!" Color exclaimed, skipping past the towering machinery and distracted assistants to reach the back of the lab where all the starters were kept. The Professor shook his head, looking down at Crest in question. The Volcano Pokemon merely nodded his head, striding over to the long desk and leaving Elm to merely chuckle softly to himself. "I guess it will be nice to have a Pokemon that will keep all these younglings in shape. Things can get pretty intense around here without trainer picking up their partners" Elm explained as he walked over to the sizeable desk, pressing a button along the side of the slick, silver walls. The desk hissed in response, the wooden cover opening up to reveal miniature pods holding Poke Balls inside. "After careful research, and receiving reports from the other professors, of the recently newly discovered regions I have received a much larger selection of Pokemon to choose from." Elm adjusted his glasses once more, swaying his arms over the individual pods. "Each pod is colored by its type, therefore red is fire, blue is water, and green is grass." Color nodded slowly, glancing beyond the mini glass domes. "You may choose anyone you like. Be mindful though, each one has a very unique personality, so you, especially as an experienced trainer must adapt to their needs." Crest hopped upon the table, slowly walking by each and every pod with a careful eye. Color swallowed nervously, tying her fingers together. "Gosh, there is just so many, I do not know which one to pick-" "Quil" Crest's bark suddenly directed Color's eyes to a single pod decorated in extravagant leafy pattern. The Quilava pressed his paw against the glass, looking directly at his trainer. "Crest...? You want me to have a grass type? Really?" Crest nodded slowly, wrapping his long body around pod and placing one paw over the other. Color shyly clicked over to where Crest sat, standing directly in front of the pod. She took inhaled deeply, shakily pressing the large red button below the bottom of the pod. The glass casing glittered for a few moments before disappearing altogether, leaving nothing but the Poke Ball in its place. It shook slowly, the bottom of the holding pod glowing a dull green as the ball began to shake faster. Suddenly an explosion of blue and white light fluttered before Color's, Crest's and Elm's vision, blinding them for a few moments. A figure began to form, taking on a quadrupedal creature with a shell-like backing and twin-leaves teetering off the top of its head. The top portion of its jaw ended off to a sharp point, while the bottom supported the rest of its surprisingly large head. The light-engulfed Pokemon shook its head a couple of times before tilting its head up, slamming down its front legs, and releasing a small, but proud-filled cry. "TURTWIGGGGG!" Crest responded with a powerful howl, making Color tilt her head when the light finally washed off of the grass type's body. Elm smiled proudly, placing his hands behind his back as he walked behind Turtwig. "This is just like from home when..." "When your several of your brothers started on their journey and you were too young to go with them, so to make you feel better your Papa bought you a stuffed Turtwig promising that you will get this starter as soon as reached of age." Elm continued for the girl. "But I ran into Crest instead and ran off to Kanto to finish my journey after the vacation with Maximillion. Professor...you didn't have to.." Color whispered trying to hold back her tears, while the Turtwig stomped its foot and sniffed the ground curiously. "It was a personal request from Caesar and Maximillion, Caesar even stopped over here and bred his two Torterra and ordered that I specifically give this to you." Elm informed, smiling quite coyly to himself as he said this. "But Crest.." "Did you forget? Crest has an unusually acute sense of smell when he was a Cyndaquil and it seemed to carry on quite nicely through his evolution. Recognizing your sibling's scent is almost natural to him. You should be thanking him." Color immediately scooped up the Quilava in her arms and have him a big kiss directly on his underbelly. The Volcano pokemon blush slightly, scrambling out of his trainer's arms and releasing a small stream of smoke from his nostrils in embarrassment. Color laughed, pushing a strand of hair out of her face. "Thanks pal!" The performer directed her attention back at the moving Turtwig, watching it sniff and huff in annoyance at the lack of action that was going on. Color chuckled, placing her hands on her hips. "Turtwig!" Color called out sharply, gaining the Tiny Leaf pokemon's attention. His eyes slanted slightly in annoyance. "Tur!" the Pokemon called sharply, rerouting his attention to the trainer and pawing violently at the ground. Color clicked her tongue, realizing the Pokemon's battle-ready personality. "Easy there tiger, I'm here as your new trainer." "Twig?" Turtwig plopped its bottom down on the floor, its eyes glistening with wonder at the sound of the word "trainer". "Yeaaa, that's right. You like battling right? You're tired of not being able to reach your full potential by yourself right?" the Turtwig nodded his head hard, making Color giggle in amusement. "Well, then Grass Mini, you are officially mine. Let's swipe the floor with all of these noobs and show them who's the real top dog around here!" Color pumped her fist in the air, making Grass Mini rise on his hind legs and point his jaw up to the sky. "TURTWIG TUR!" he shouted loudly, making Crest smirk at the baby Pokemon at his admiration. It seems he wasn't the only one that was immediately attracted to Color's fighting spirit. Color smirked as well, stuffing Turtwig's Poke Ball in her sack and clicking away at her PokeDex as a pleasant beeping to indicate that Turtwig's data has been recorded. "Thanks Elm, I'm off! Crest, wait for me okay bud! Take care of the other Pokemon here kay?" Color shouted as she whistled to Grass Mini, the Turtwig dashing out the doors, after his newly gained trainer. Grass Mini aka Turtwig (M) Level: 10 Nature: Brave Moveset: - Body Slam - Seed Bomb - Withdraw - Tackle

I'll just my thing up like this, if that's okay with you. Just a habit ^^; Btw, is this like HGSS Johto where you can have pokemon up to 4th gen here? Name: Color Starter: Turtwig aka Grass Mini (if allowed) or Crest aka Cyndaquil

Eastern time in the USA orr UTC-5 according to the map XD (if I'm reading it right)

This is my Pokemon Character for now: -Name; Anabelle P. Renegald aka Color the Evolutionary Jester, or Jester for short -Appearance/Characteristics; Yea, she's stuck as my avi picture, but I'll draw official art for her soon. Hot-headed, Impulsive, Loud, Passionate, and of course Flirty -Birthday; August 15 1993 (Her age changes very slightly depending on the RP) -Things to Know; Climbing trees, acrobatics, or just keeping active is her favorite passtime. She has seven older brothers, which forces her to struggle for her parent's attention.

Cyndaquil. Because y'know he's my boy and all, since everyone like to choose totodile in second gen XD Sad I couldn't name him FireFlameSpitta XD

why in the world would there be that kinda stuff on a Pokemon website?

Max Speed and max attack on the thing, and something is gonna get DESTROOOYEDD~

I would be glad to patrol over the forums, and of course there has to be a set of rules that everyone should follow. The basics, y'know. I really merely suggested it because I see a lot of people like to write and it wouldn't be right to clutter up all the other spaces right?