Welcome to Pokefalls. Lazuli is a harmonious Region of people and new species of pokemon. However, not all is well in the paradise. The Gleefuls started Team Blue Legacy to try and turn the place into the next reverse falls. Will you stand and fight them, or just carve your own journey? Enjoy your stay in Lazuli.
But Remember, not all is what it seems. Those who are good can be evil, and those evil can be good, remember at the end of the day: Trust No one. We are a nonlinear site which scales levels depending on where you are in your journey.
Post by Quentin Kruegar on Feb 20, 2019 23:05:34 GMT
The berth surrounding my body crushing every bit of bone The salt, it seeps in through the pores of my open skin
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Training Siegfried (Growlithe) and Roland (Archen) #00bbdd - speech color
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Quentin stumbled slightly on the sand, his arms out to balance himself slightly as he slid down the hill. Azure eyes peered around carefully, warily, and he grimaced, hugging himself as he looked uncertainly about the sandy training ground. He had overhead it was a common spot for trainers to get some training in without having to worry about battling others or wild pokemon. He wasn't certain if that was any better or worse, but he couldn't say he was in the mood for dealing with others. It was a bad day, he felt... jumpy... high-strung. The buzz of nervous electricity that prickled beneath his skin made him wary, and the last thing he needed was another unpleasant forced interaction, or to have any nasty surprises like a wild pokemon leaping out at him.
It wasn't that Quentin didn't want to be a trainer or didn't know what that entailed. He wanted... no, he needed to be one. But he just... he just couldn't. He bit his lip. He just couldn't manage it sometimes. And he felt desperate, and angry with himself. It was so stupid, and he knew it should have been easy. Even little kids went out and became trainers, so what goddamn excuse did he have? None, Arceus forsake him, not one. Yet he thought of having to put his pokemon through battles, he thought of the violence of a pokemon fight, and he started shaking. Started rubbing at his arms. Started remembering.
Siegfried bounded over the hill belatedly after Quentin, with Roland trekking behind him, the archen dragging his tail through the sand as he stalked forward with his head held low. Siegfried peered around, seeming to struggle a moment to find Quentin before bounding over to the boy with a happy faint bark, and sighing quietly, the boy bent down, stroking at the puppy's thick pale fur and then offering a tired smile to the raptor. "Hey you two..." He murmured softly. Glancing across the pale sands for a couple minutes, he seemed to debate something, and then gave in, gesturing loosely at the clear area laid out before the group. "Well... here, I thought it would... be, ahh, nice for us all to come out and get some training. I guess since it's out first time.. if you guys just want to spar or practice on your own...?" He hesitated, uncertain if they could clearly understand him.
Roland seemed to respond first, a soft hiss drawing his gaze to the avian as the bird seemed to assent. Siegfried seemed to be taking longer, but as the archen darted forward to pluck at her fluffy tail and then dart away into the sands, the growlithe seemed to catch on, and the two began a mock battle, batting harmlessly or with pulled blows at each other as they practiced dodging and striking, Siegfried seeming to push the offensive and be fast to strike but clumsy to dodge while Roland let himself get pushed back but seemed to take advantage of every slip and opportunity, fluttering and side-stepping elegantly and darting in for quick blows. Quentin paged through his pokedex, trying to study the moves his team had and watched them quietly, trying to mentally take notes as he held back a tired yawn. They seemed pretty good at battling already, Siegfried was enthusiastic and Roland had good instincts... if he knew how to help command them they could probably manage most of it themselves maybe... but he supposed he would have to be involved in a real battle to find that out.
Post by Quentin Kruegar on Mar 1, 2019 18:25:23 GMT
I wait on you inside the bottom of the deep blue sea I wait on you inside the bottom of the deep blue
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Training Martin (Fletchling) and Roland (Archen) Martin and Azreal should be swapped for Raphael and Gabriel in Party #00bbdd - speech color
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Martin chirped and fluttered about Quentin to land on his shoulders with a snatch of song spilling from her beak. Smiling gently, the boy gently rubbed at her head as she thrummed under him, glancing out across the sand dunes with a worried furrow in his brows. He knew he should try to challenge the Dusk City gym soon, needed to really. He'd already spent far too long poking about uncertainly, but despite it all, he wasn't sure he was ready. He had a full team and then some, but they were all a hodgepodge of random strengths and types thrown at him, and while he couldn't just let them go, he didn't know how well balanced his team was at all, or how he could even handle a more coordinated battle like a gym while they were all at completely varying strengths. He needed to work with some of them a lot, if he wanted them to be able to hold their ground against others, and without challenging he didn't have the slightest idea of what to expect, how to know if he was ready... He should be right? He had a full team, and some of them were quite strong. He should be fine...
But the butterflies in his stomach still told Quentin that perhaps this whole idea wasn't going to go as well as he could hope. What happens if he lost the gym? Should he just keep trying, or did he try to beg for some sort of job wherever he could find someone hiring? And how did he even begin to go about training? The cheer of the winter season had given him a far bigger starting boon then he could have wished for, a giddy and gay breeder humming carols under her breath sharing some of her latest hatching with him, claiming she had far too many and wanted them simply to find good homes, but even now that he had more then enough pokemon, he still had no idea how to best go about training or trying to prepare them for the journey ahead.
And all the good christmas spirit was slowly wearing off as the cold days continued on and left the holidays of the new year behind. He still had festivity goods, but that didn't translate well to usable material goods, which was... sadly... what he needed. Quentin had to... needed to... try the gym. But to do that, he needed a stronger team.
At the moment, his best, and really only, idea of how to effectively accomplish that was here. Staring out blankly across the sands for a moment, it took Martin's worried chirp to take Quentin back to the present moment as Roland hissed in agitation. Siegfried as nosing under his wings again as Jacques watched from his other shoulder, the eevee perched there indifferently. "H-hey Siegfried, leave him be" Quentin scolded uncertainly, and with a disappointed whine the growlithe moved away. Sighing, the boy slowly moved to sit, settling himself down in the sand with a frown. "A-alright... I guess today we need to work on you two... Martin and Roland" Clarifying even as he gestured to them to make sure no one got confused, Quentin singled out the two flying types, both blinking at him.
Roland grumbled, the archen perhaps realizing that the boy was pointing them out because they were the weakest on his team right now, but obediently the archen trekked out a bit. After a moment and a couple light chirps, her head cocking both ways, Martin finally flitted off of Quentin's shoulders and followed, settling on the sand a couple steps away. For a couple moments it was an awkward thing of both making loose lazy feints at each other, then, frowning in concentration, Quentin propped his arms on his legs and suggested a goal. "H-hey... how about you both play a game of uhm, tag? Obviously... you can't just f-fly away Martin but... I don't know..." It was Roland's turn to cock his head at the boy, and for a moment he seemed to scrutinize Quentin. And then, the archen darted out to peck lightly at the fletchling without warning, and with a chirp of surprise from the smaller bird, the game was on, one having the advantage of swift flight and a small form while Roland proved to be surprisingly agile and fast.
