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| Psyduck Ranger | Jul 3 2007, 04:09 PM Post #1 |
Celebi's Guardian
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Hopefully a good roleplay game will give this forum a boost, and what better theme than what we're all about? I'll give a scenario. The modern day pokémon world, 2007. many intergalatic villains (I don't mean SPD style (although they can be) but just evil invading aliens) have decided now is the time to come to Earth, either to invade, or for whatever their aim. But something greater than them all is approaching... To combat them, some people are finding morphers by various means, such as being given them by a mentor of sorts, finding them out of pure luck, or even building them themsleves if they're smart. And so the battle between good and evil has begun... Note that this is AU to ALL of the fics - since the fics are supposed to all be in the same universe... Everyone can have a maximum of three Rangers, and they can either be a small team themselves, or work independantally of each other. You can even try and have your Rangers form team with other people's Rangers if you want, but good luck to you if you try. You can have as many temporary enemies as you like, but only one recurring one. The only way to increase either of these numbers is to kill off the character, or, in the case of the Rangers you could have them give up their powers instead, if you'd rather keep them alive. You can also play around with pokémon and non-ranger humans as much as you like. Evil Rangers count towards your Ranger count, but do not count as your recurring villain. For anyone who wants to use foot soldiers, there are only two varieties in this world, as follows: Name: Lunad(s) Appearance: Basically, a stereotypical werewolf, ie, a largely human like shape, with long, shaggy, matted fur, brown in colour, with a long face and huge fangs, as well as long hands and feet, with claws on the end. Other: They can stand on two or four limbs. Generally they move on four because it's quicker, but fight on two because they're stronger. Generally fight with claws and fangs, but can be equipped with weapons. Enjoy the taste of blood. Name: Hitmo(s) Appearance: Thin, but powerful arms ending in boxing gloves. Three, even more powerful legs. A relatively small torso, topped with a wide head, topped with a horn. For anyone who hasn't worked that out, that's a combination of Hitmonchan, Hitmonlee, and Hitmontop. Ok, think that's about it, so begin roleplaying! I'll start my own next time I post. Just put any character profile at the beginning of a post in which they're introduced. Include any info you think s neccessary. Oh, and state where in the pokémon world you are...even if you move around, just say every time...or you can be stationary, in one city or something... |
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| Sentrovasi | Jul 3 2007, 04:42 PM Post #2 |
White Night
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Name: Elric Syn Age: 21 Gender: Male Physical Appearance: Dark, shoulder-length hair which he ties in a ponytail behind him: his eyes are dark, and his features are haunting: piercing. He wears a long and tattered black jacket, but his dark shirt and jeans are normally immaculate. Personality: Confident, and very much a loner. Trusts no one but himself, and can be rude or arrogant at times. For the most part, he keeps to himself. He doesn't believe that violence is ever an answer, but is more than willing to test that hypothesis if he has to. Bio: A man without a past, he had been living in abandoned buildings for a large part of his life, working odd jobs to sustain himself and maintain his wardrobe. The black jacket is the one thing that hasn't change for close to nine years: he doesn't remember why, but he knows that it's a mark of his independence: an independence he doesn't want to lose. Knowing only to trust himself, he treats other rangers and aliens as one and the same. Power: Black Sneasel Ranger |
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| Yankee Blaze | Jul 3 2007, 04:57 PM Post #3 |
Rayquaza's Warrior
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Name:Hikaru Katsurugi Age: 20 Description: Blue hair down to her shoulders with red eyes that look like rubies. Wears a pink dress sometimes, but often wears a pink shirt with white pants. Carries a flute that she plays to relax herself. Personality: She has the personality a mother would have. Bio: She is known for her musical skills at band camp. She worked at a carnival before she became a Poke Ranger. Power: Pink Chansey Ranger |
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| Psyduck Ranger | Jul 4 2007, 10:16 AM Post #4 |
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Celebi's Guardian
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I guess I'll add mine then... Name: Alfred “Alfie” Garrett Age: 17 Physical Appearance: Wears a black leather jacket over a red vest, a pair of blue denim jeans, white trainers, and a red belt with a triangular buckle. Optionally wears a pair of black sunglasses. His hair is blonde and short, and his eyes are brown. Even still, he has a face only a mother could love – but it would have to be someone else’s… Personality: Despite the “bad boy” image he presents with his choice of clothing, he’s really rather nice, but very shy, and uses his clothes as a barrier to conceal the real Alfie. Not very self-confident, but he’ll always put himself in the firing line to save someone else. A loyal, and valuable friend. Bio: At first he rejected his Ranger powers, but after his mother was killed he chose to take them up. Blames himself for his mother’s death. Travels the world searching for evil to fight off, but is originally from Cinnabar Island Pokémon (You guys forgot this?): Cacnea, Slowbro, Magby, Electabuzz Power: Red Pyro Ranger (Magmortar). His suit has the triforce symbol upside-down, with the whole in the middle being silver, and the outer triangles, of course, gold. The central triangle also bears the fire type symbol. The visor on his helmet is a triangle, overlapping his lower “mouth visor”, which had it not been overlapped, would also have been a triangle. His gloves and boots are white. And I might as well get the show on the road... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Alfie was stood on the front of a ship moving ever closer to Fortune (Six) Island. He sighed as it came ever closer, deep in thought about the day he bcame a Poké Ranger... Flashback A lonely young teenager , probably only about 13 or so, was walking along the beach one day, with nothing better to do. It was raining, but there wasn't a cloud in the sky. Anyone watching the island from afar would think they were having beautiful, sunny weather. Out of the blue, it appeared before him, and spoke to him. "Alfred Garrett! Dark times are coming to this world! I must ask you to become my Red Pyro Poké Ranger!" it told him, keeping it short & sweet. Alfie simply stared at the great bird before him. Luckily he had his sunglasses on or he'd have been blinded by the intense light it emitted. "What!? No! You want me to put my own life on the line to help others! Sorry - but I - I'm not brave enough to do that!" he cried. "But you must! You do not understand! An evil the likes of which this planet has-" the bird began to tell him, but Alfie didn't listen to another word, and he ran off home. He arrived just in time to watch a huge hideous creature, similar but different to an Electivire throw his parents out of the window, before smashing through the wall. Alfie simply stood and watched in shock horror as his father pleaded with the beast to spare his mother, and take him (his father) instead. The thing ignored him, swatting him to one side. Alfie watched as his mother was tortured before being brutally slaughtered. After watching this, Alfie gained his courage. He knew what to do. He ran back to the beach to find the bird, but it was gone. However, in the sand lay a red belt, with an odd, triangular buckle. He picked it up, and put it on, and felt himself instantly endowed with all the knowledge he needed to use it. He ran back to his home, but the beast was gone. He found his father crying over his mother's body, and sirens wailing, drawing closer and closer, but it was far too late. End Flashback. Alfi stroked the belt, still wrapped ound his waist. It had worn a little with age, but still worked just as wel as ever. He looked back to the island as the ship pulled into the dock, and saw billowing smoke, rising and rising... |
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| Sentrovasi | Jul 4 2007, 12:50 PM Post #5 |
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White Night
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He made a face as he swallowed the vile-tasting alcohol. The drink was quite possibly the worst he'd ever tried, but at least it got his mind off the roiling, twisting sensation in his stomach. His tattered coat flapped in the whipping winds which whirled about him. There was no reason for him to be abovedeck, but the fact that if he had to throw up, it would be better not to make a mess of his... sleeping quarters. Not that he really cared. It was just as well this was a large passenger ship: he could blend in with any of the other passengers before a single crewmember could get a good look at him. It was an art he had perfected as a matter of course in the desperate fight for the bread and butter. It was struggle , or get the hell out of the queue, mister. He hadn't missed a beat. Had survived pretty well on the few odd jobs he did, the occasional theft or burglary, and the one murder. It was necessary, of course. All part of the Great Human Race. A race he planned to survive, if anything. He looked about himself, tossing his head back as he downed the bottle before flinging it into the ocean. He grimaced as the drink seemed to burn its way down his gullet. Cursing, he closed his eyes as the seasickness overcame him again. With a sigh, he strode towards the steps that would lead belowdecks. He had made Slateport his home for years, at first living in the dark alleys and warehouses where the sun never touched. For the most part, he had lived well: after a while he was able to afford lodgings. But he never grew too comfortable: a wanderer of his type never did. And so it came to him as no surprise when he had to leave, one day. The Jennies had caught up to him surprisingly quickly. He wouldn't have expected them at his door for at least another year, but there they were. It was a good time of the year for harmless thievery and substantial burglaries. Monster attacks had recently been confirmed by the government to exist, and everyone was feeling the paranoia. There were Jennies, for Arceus' sake. There were hardly more than one in a particular city: that was how safe the Pokémon region purported to be. But now everything was uncertain. The attacks had been relatively small, but their widespread range were on a scale unprecedented. The Lunads and Hitmos, as they had been christened by Pokémon researchers (the only kinds they had) had managed to destroy houses and cause substantial panic among the peace-loving citizens of the region. A good time of the year, then. But they had caught up with him, nonetheless: it was fortunate that he had gotten wind of them and escaped the net they had begun to draw around him with the help of a little cargo room at the back of a large steamer. He cursed again as he made his way down the stairs, looking out a porthole window as he watched for signs of land. It was the coat, he knew. The damned jacket he always wore. Sometimes he wondered why he even wore the thing. But it was his, and that was enough for him. It was the single article of clothing he wouldn't change. Not that he had much choice in the variety of his wardrobe, anyway. He ran a hand through his dark, shoulder-length hair as he fumbled with the handle which led into the cargo-hold: it was crusted with sea salt. He had a few sets of clothing left. He'd take a set, head for the public showers and get himself cleaned up. Land was barely half an hour away: he'd heard the announcement just fifteen minutes ago. He finally pulled the door open, grunting. And then he stopped. He looked down the barrel of a .45 revolver all of one second before he slammed the door shut and began to run. A single shot: he heard the wood of the door splinter even over the pounding of the blood in his ears as he rushed up the steps. His head swum with the giddying combination of seasickness, alcohol and fear. He was sure she hadn't meant to shoot: not in cold blood. He was sure that it'd been a reflex action when he'd slammed the door in her face. But why had the safety been off, then? The question begged answering, but there was no time to do it: she'd caught up to him after all; caught up to him after he was sure he'd avoided them. Was it the burglary, then? Or had they managed to realize he'd killed the other? He cursed as he heard her - their he realized with a sudden thrill - footsteps pounding up the staircase. He was abovedecks with nowhere to run. He realized now why he'd seen no other passengers abovedecks until this moment. With a weary laugh, he kept moving, stopping only when he'd reached the edge of the ship. He turned to see the Jennies advancing upon him. With a grim smile, he waved goodbye. And then flipped himself over the edge. A loud splash punctuated the moment, and then he had escaped. |
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| Psyduck Ranger | Jul 4 2007, 03:44 PM Post #6 |
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Celebi's Guardian
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(You know it might have been a good idea to put his name in there at some point...even if you have stated it further up the page, it just...eh...I dunno... Plus you haven't actually stated whereabouts he is - where he's been, yes, but not where he is - at least put the sea route) Name: Elizabeth “Lizzie” Williamson Age: 19 Physical Appearance: Identical in every aspect to the FR/LG Lass, except for her funny blue belt with triangular buckle… However, most people don't see this belt, because she keeps it hidden under her shirt. Personality: On the surface she appears to simply be a cute, ditzy bimbo, but this is just an act so people don’t see the real her – but her act isn’t because she’s shy or lacking self-confidence, but because she can’t let anyone find out how she truly is – and evil mastermind, out for who knows what goal. Bio: She has a mysterious, unexplained past that for some reason has turned her to the side of darkness… She’s currently based on Fortune (Six) Island, her home. Pokémon: Slowpoke, Psyduck, Wynaut, and Magikarp. Power: Blue Hydro Ranger (Slowking (or as she prefers to call it, Slowqueen). Her suit is basically a blue version of Alfie’s, with a water type symbol on her chest, and a white skirt. --------------------------------------------------------------------- As he watched the smoke become blacker and blacker, the ship's captain made an announcement on the PA system, which Alfie listened to intently. "This is your captain speaking. Due to some - technical difficulties, passengers are advised to remain on board the ship until further notice. Thank you." But by the end of the statement, Alfie had already called out his Slowbro from her Poké Ball, and leapt off the side of the boat. Despite growing up on an island, Alfie had never been a strong swimmer, so he always had Slowbro help him out whenever he entered any - aquatic situations. They swam to the shore. "Thank you, Slowbro. Return," he said simply. He then turned to the island, and ran towards the smoke. Several streets away, he found a girl whose clothing and hairstyle told Alfie that she was yet another person following the "Lass" trend. However, she was the first person he'd seen outside. She was staring at the smoke. "What happened?" he asked her. She turned to face him, with a scared and confused look on her face. "I'm not sure. But there's fire! We don't have our own fire brigade here, we have to wait for them to come from Quest Island! And I think Grandma and my Wynaut are trapped at my house!" she cried. Alfie looked back at thesmoke. He could now see wisps of flames, even over the tall buildings that stood between him and the burning street. "I'll get them," Alfie told her, and he ran off towards the fire. The girl snickered viciously as she watched him race off. She'd seen his belt - just the same as her own, she thought, lifting up her top ever so slightly, so she could see her blue belt. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ As he ran, Alfie pushed down on his belt buckle, which lit up red. He gave out a call: "Sacred Fire!" he lit up in a burst of pure red flames, which, when they quickly burned themselves out, revealed Alfie to be morphed as the - "Red Pyro Ranger!" He soon found his way into the street, and found the epicentre of the flames - in fact is was a detached house, the only one actually on fire. He smashed through a window, and searched the house. Fortunately his suit protected him from the flames. He found nobody on te groun floor, so he tried to go upstairs, but they collaped when he placed his foot on one. He stepped backwards, and took a running leap at the landing, and managed to grab hold of said landing. He kicked a door down, and found a lone Wynaut sat crying in a corner. He picked it up, and tried to calm it, before running to check the rest of the house, protecting the Wynaut in his arms. He couldn't find the girls Grandma, so he did the only thing he could, and jumped through a window. He landed on his feet, but even still that would normally have hurt at least a bit. Fortunately his suit cushioned the blow. "Ok, now to find your trainer..." he told the small pokémon, as he walked from the side of the house to the street. Out on the street, he saw someone who earned a gasp from him. Apart from the fact she was blue, she wore a skirt, she had the water type symbol on her chest, and she was a she, she looked exactly like him. He knew there were other Rangers out there, he'd even met one or two, but he didn't know there were more like him. The two Rangers simply stared down the street at each other in silence for a moment, until approaching, but distant sirens snapped them back to reality. |
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| Yankee Blaze | Jul 4 2007, 03:50 PM Post #7 |
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Rayquaza's Warrior
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She was always there, at the carnival with her flute music. She began to play a song of a beautiful tune. She kept her hair in a tight bun playing the tune when suddenly a huge thunderstorm appeared. Thunder began to sound with a flash of lightning. She then heard this announcement: "Due to weather conditions, the carnival is now closed. Please head for the nearest exit. Thank you." "Well that ends my playing," she said to herself. She walked toward the exit to the carnival where she was waiting for two friends, and she was soaked tremendously. |
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| Sentrovasi | Jul 5 2007, 04:25 PM Post #8 |
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White Night
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He awoke to the sound of waves lapping against the shore. He opened his eyes and then brought a hand up to his eyes, blinking as he slowly grew accustomed to the bright sunlight about him. His head throbbed painfully. "Are you awake?" The question was unexpected, but he felt no surprise; no shock. He opened his mouth to say yes, but he hadn't gotten his mouth around the world before the voice spoke again. "You're lying." The voice seemed exuberant; she - it was definitely female - seemed to be taunting him. "What's your name?" He murmured a few choice words under his breath as he struggled to sit up. "You're lying about that too." Her voice held no asperity, but a teasing tone which held some veiled delight. With an effort, he sat up, ready to chastise the girl. His jacket flapped heavily about him, seawater splattering on the sand about him as it dripped off his clothing. A beach. Featureless and unremarkable. A few trees scattered about its edge, away from the shore, and then what seemed to be a whole forest in the distance. But no girl. He rose to his feet, stumbling for a moment as his giddiness overcame him. Looking about himself, he could find no trace of anyone having been about him at all. The dry sand held no prints but his own, and it wide expanse held few obstacles to hide a person from him. Shaking his head, he cursed again. It was the damned shock, he reminded himself: everything had happened too quickly for even him to get a hold of. Dazed, he looked about himself, wondering where the hell he was. Despite his wanderings, he knew at once this was a part of Hoenn he hadn't visited before. If it even was Hoenn. "You'll need my help, you know." He whirled about, the unexpected return of the voice prompting the instinctive reaction. He was sure he heard a girlish giggle as he looked about himself, with nary a soul in sight. He shivered for a moment as a sudden chill passed over his body, but it was the sea breeze over his wet clothes: no more. "At this moment, I think it'd be better if you were to help me." He made no response, keeping his face impassive as he began to walk. "Where are you going?" the voice called. She seemed to be as close to him as ever, if he couldn't see her. He kept on walking, determined to get away from the voice; somehow. "You don't know, do you?" she concluded. There was a slight pause, and for a moment he thought he'd escaped the strange voice, when she spoke again. "So... you don't agree with me, then, Freischütz?" He made no attempt at a reply, then suddenly lashed out about himself with a roundhouse kick. There was silence for a moment, then a surprised laugh. He grimaced as he realized what she voiced a moment later. "I'm not invisible, if that's what you're thinking." He stopped moving. It seemed pointless. He had crossed half the distance between the beach and the forest. He looked behind himself to see what he'd known he'd see. A single set of tracks leading up to where he stood: his own. Whatever the hell she was, human wasn't one of them. "You think that, don't you?" He started for a moment, a moment when the clarity of the waves breaking against the shore seemed to be the only thing on his mind: a moment of utter silence punctuated by nothing but more silence. "I told you. You aren't awake." She spoke smugly; it seemed almost like a challenge for him to reply. He knew better than to even attempt a response. "What the hell is this, then?" he half-shouted, knowing that anyone in the vicinity would have thought him crazy. As it was, the voice's amused humming was driving him half mad already. "Let's treat this as a dream, then. I'll be your guide, if you'll help me with a small matter." He cursed again. He was without any of his belongings, lost with no idea where he was, and tormented by a disembodied voice. "Fine. But first, tell me one thing: where in Arceus' name am I?" The voice laughed again. The laugh was one of mirth; but it had an odd, detached quality to it. "You mean you haven't figured it out yet?" A bright mote flickered into being in front of him: he started. It was nothing one moment, there the next. "Follow the light, mein Freischütz, and you'll find all the answers you desire... for now." Reluctantly, he nodded. To find himself being led in circles was an uncomfortable experience, especially for him. Looking about himself for a moment, he swore another oath. I'm not for her to command, no matter what she might think. Once I've got the answers I need, I'm leaving this damned place. He looked behind him for a moment: the Jennies were gone, at least. This enigma was the one thing left riddled in his mind. And then... "You'll leave, right?" The voice interrupted abruptly, startling him into reality as he noticed that the mote which even now moved lazily forward was already a distance ahead. He ran forward to catch up with it, entering the cool shade of the forest as he did. But the shadows which fell on his back did little to reassure him of anything he said. He couldn't trust anyone but himself, but in this dream that wasn't a dream... Who was he, really? |
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| Psyduck Ranger | Jul 9 2007, 11:39 AM Post #9 |
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Celebi's Guardian
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Alfie gaped over at the Blue Ranger, and te Wynaut escaped from hs hands, running away to hide. "Your suit - it's the same as mine!" he gasped. The Blue Ranger didn't respond. "Hydrill!" she called, tapping her belt buckle. A drill shaped like the Shellder on a Slowbro's tail, but with an opening at the top. Her hand fitted inside its mouth, which presumably had some kind of handle. She aimed it at the burning building and douse the flames with a Water Gun. She turned back to face Alfie. "When did you - how did you -your powers - I mean - this is incredible!" he cried joyfully. But the Blue Range sighed in exasperation. "You are such an idiot," she moaned. Alfie was rather taken aback. "I beg your pardon!?" Suddenly, she leapt at him, sashing him down with her weapon, and he fel back. "Wait, why are you attacking me!? We're both Rangers here!" he yelled angrily, as she stood back. "That's not the point, Red. I fight for the side of darkness. I started that fire just to draw you out. And it worked," she told him as he stood up. "What!? But - I don't understand..." he said quietly. "Maybe my Water Gun will make things clearer!" she cried, blasting hard at him, knocking hm back down. He quickly stood back up again once the water subsided. "I don't understand, but that doesn't mean I'm gonna stand back and let you destroy me! Pyrocket!" Alfie cried, pushing his belt buckle. A rocket Launcher shaped like a Magmortar's arm appeared, mounted on his shoulder. "Flare Blitz!" he yelled, firing great cannon balls of flames from his rocket with such force he was forced back by them. "Withdraw!" she called. Her weapon grew until itwas large enough to cover her entire body, protecting her from Alfie's attack. It shrunk back own, and vanished. "Now let me show you some real power! Spirit of Slowbro!" she called. A translucent blue glow formed around her body, in the shape of a large Slowbro. She had the dopey looking face, the fierce tail, and everything, though she was still very clearly the Blue Ranger underneath. "What is that!?" Alfie cried as she transformed, and she fell out laughing. "How long have you had your powers, like two days? You clearly don't know much about your powers if you haven't discovered the Spirit Caller! Now, face my Zen Headbutt!" she hissed, leaping at Alfie head first, and she knocked him flying into the house, collapsing a wall. At that point the sirens became far louder, and the Blu Ranger realised they were merely a couple of streets away. "Well I've got to split before the authorities catch up with me. I suggest you d the same. Later Red," she laughed, as the glow fell. The Wynaut ran up to her, and leapt into her arms, and she ran away. Alfe broke free of the debri, and decided to follow her advice, hiding in a nearby alley way. 'Who on Earth was that? What's going on? How come she has the same powers as me? How can she be an evil Ranger!? I need some answers...and t looks like she's the only one who can give me them," Alfie sighed. He demorphed, and walked off. |
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| Yankee Blaze | Jul 9 2007, 02:56 PM Post #10 |
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Rayquaza's Warrior
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Name: Shingo Takasugi Description: Heavily build, brown hair black eyes Ranger: Green Torterra Ranger Attire: Wears a green shirt with black jeans Personality: Sensitive, but strong at heart. The car finally came. She turned to notice a man with brown hair and black eyes wave to her. "Hikaru!" he yelled. "Shingo, I'm coming!" she yelled. She began to pick up her flute and her carnival music when suddenly an earthquake began to occur in Johto. "What was that?" asked Hikaru, scared to death. "I don't know," said Shingo, "Come on, we better go." Shingo unlocked the doors as Hikaru got in. He pressed the gas pedal and they started heading up toward Olivine City, little did they know that they would be getting into a sticky situation... |
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| Psyduck Ranger | Mar 9 2008, 09:45 PM Post #11 |
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Celebi's Guardian
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(Hmm...kinda died like 9 months ago, but I'm bringing it back with a vengeance! Even if I should be doing the next LA chapter... Speaking of LA, looking over my posts, it has occured to me that my Rangers' weapons are annoyingly similar to those of Selena and Mike. Completely coincidental, I assure you, down to me forgetting what I'd created, but still very annoying...) --------------------------------------------------------------------- Alfie was walking aimlessly around Six Island, looking for some clue as to how he could find the Blue Ranger. He knew she could help him unravel the secrets surrounding his morpher, and all the recent events in the world. The fire brigade had made it, but were completely nonplussed as to how the fire had been put out. Nobody had been looking out their windows, too busy fearing for their lives, and Alfie certainly wasn't going to offer his information; it wouldn't look good, a traveller who'd just arrived in town knowing more about a fire better than any of the locals, even if he had arrived after it had started. Eventually, after several hours, he gave up, and decided to go with hi original plan, and investigate Fortune Island's various areas of interest, starting with Ruin Valley & Dotted Hole. "Hey there, stranger," a familiar voice said suddenly, and loudly, making Alfie jump. He turned around to find himself facing the Lass from before, holding the Wynaut in her arms, "I got my Wynaut back. "Wynaut!" the small blue pokémon said happily, saluting him. "So what happened to you? Oh yeah, I heard there were Poké Rangers, is that true?" "Uh...um...yeah, there were Rangers. Actually, it was the Red Ranger who saved your Wynaut, he got me out of there too. Then a Blue Ranger showed up, put out the fire, but attacked the Red Ranger! Said she was evil! So, you know...I legged it..." Alfie muttered. "Well fair enough, any sane person would do the same in that situation! So you're a wanderer - a trainer, perhaps?" she asked, with rising interest. "Uh...well, I have a few pokémon, but I don't take on any official competitions or anything. I'm just searching...for answers," he told her. "Ooh, a man of mystery, I like," the girl said, and she gave a light laugh. Alfie scratched his neck, and tried to hide his blush by putting on his sunglasses. "Um...actually, I could use a guide who knows the local area... i'm going to check out dotted Hole, so, if you want, you could...you know...come with me..." he muttered, scratching his nose. "Sure, sounds like fun," she said, beginning to walk ahead. He hurried to catch up. "I'm Lizzie, by the way." "Oh, uh, Alfie," he said, caught unawares again. --------------------------------------------------------------------- The duo were soon wandering rather aimlessly through the valley, until they were, soon enough, hopelessly lost. "I thought you said you knew the area?" Alfie asked. "No. You said that, based on the fact I live on the island," she reminded him. She stopped, turned to face him, and then looked side to side, before back at Alfie. "We're lost, aren't we?" And slowly, they began laughing. "Play time's over, kiddies. I've been looking for you for a long time, and now I get two for the price of one," a new voice said. They both scanned for it in the surrounding area. It wasn't exactly hard to spot - standing a mere ten feet away, out in the open. Alfie nearly fainted at the sight of it. It was an Electivire head, though with torso and head seperated, and no tail. The same creature Alfie first saw four years ago. Murdering his mother. |
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