We're a battle calculator free pokemon mystery dungeon roleplay that doesn't pester you to keep track of hunger, power points, or paths in a dungeon as we are focused on the roleplay more so than the mechanics. Characters can be anything from a representative of their country to a lowly outlaw that's just trying to get by. We have our own lore and an entire section called "The Encyclopedia" dedicated to explaining the world around our characters that'll be updated more and more as time goes on!
There's a lot of roles to fill in around here so make a character, sit down, and join us as the future of the pokemon world unfolds!
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NEWS
// extra, extra, read all about it!APPLEPINE FOREST is available to roleplay in with a limited time event surrounding it. Have a look and see if you're eligible to get some rewards if you help a few pokemon out!
UPDATE
// just a message from the adminsJuly // An activity check has been posted up! Be sure to check it out so we can properly archive the inactive characters! Don't forget to keep an eye out though, there might be an advert contest coming soon!
Unnr sniffled indignantly. Sometimes, he was so disgusted with himself. He wished he didn't feel so lonely all the time. Shut up, Un. Shut up.
He had wanted to ask someone for help for his first dungeon. He really did! But he hadn't wanted to bother anyone, and he was so new at this exploring business he would have been a burden. How could he possibly make friends if he didn't make a good impression? How could he show that other Pokemon could depend on him in a team if he could not even depend on himself?
Stupid Unnr. Stupid, stupid. Unnr coughed up mucus that had caught in his throat, his eyes were still irrigating the grass and it was pathetic. But because his sight was blurred by his tears, Unnr did not see the Pokemon gliding toward him curiously. He only heard the flap of wings, and boy, he really wasn't in the mood.
Flying pokemon weren't his type. Flap, flap, fly away dumb bird. So not his type.
The Cubone swept his arm’s fur over his eyes and squinted at the bird. He menacingly snarled, go away! Ugh, they were so arrogant, come down to people’s height. Why should folks have to crane their necks to look up to these Pokemon, preening their oh-so-fluffy feathers. Their boisterous beaks so high-pitched like squeals of the dying. Oh, did he look like a pity party? Had he even invited anyone? He thought it was especially rude to be interrupted in this private moment of weakness. He felt ashamed but moreso wronged by this silly, stupid bird. Let me show you who’s really pathetic.
Taillow Level 15
“Go away!”
So the bird glided down onto a tree branch, yards away, its silhouette swallowed in the shadows casted by the long rolling hills. The Taillow stayed silent momentarily and then squawked shrilly.
“You’re kidding me,” Unnr muttered. He readjusted his bone skull helmet and rose from the grass, puffed his chest out, and inhaled. “Go away!”
“That does it. Come down here and fight me like a real Pokemon,” Unnr demanded. “Yeah, you heard me. Like a real Pokemon! I challenge you to battle! Or are you scared? Scared Taillow and wannabe Swallow, may as well call you Scaredlow! Yeah, that’s right. I just did that, watcha going to do about it? Squawk, squawk, I’m Scaredlow. I’m too afraid of this mighty master Cubone of such admirable strength and impressive stature.”
Through the air, wings slid, jet black feathers enveloped in the night. The two feet grass trembled with the wind, and the Taillow’s shadow darted through the plains. Unnr huddled with the sudden burst of cold and stilled within the blades of grass. He planted his feet in the soil of the Explorer’s Respite dungeon. He never left everything he had ever known for the peace; he was here in the pursuit of power. Sure, it was pretty hard now, but if he proved himself and earned glory, other Pokemon would flock to his brawn and brains! He’d be a legend! People would tell stories about him, just like they once did his father. So prepare for battle, let’s make this bird skedaddle.
Pokemon were going to chant his name. Unnr, Unnr! Unnr the Great? Nope, cliche. Unnr the Furious? Nah, couldn’t match his calm and cool person. Unnr the Undying? Oooh! He liked the way that one rolled off the tongue. On the brink of despair when all seemed lost, that’s when he would appear, and people would be able to count the many cracks in his battle skull helmet and know the number of spines he had broken. The Cubone of Courage, the Champion of Conviction, the Charming Chosen One. Unnr the Undying! The lasting legacy, wait wait, slow down.
He listened and felt and focused, but the Cubone could not sense the flap of wings. The grass hunkered down before the whistling wind, and Unnr shuffled uncomfortably, slowly backing up.
“Quick Attack!”
Unnr’s snout snapped back, the resounding crack of his head against the skull helmet, him lucky enough to not bite off his tongue. Unnr stumbled back onto his feet, but he felt the poken blades plain grass stick to his sides.
“You! Avian scum! Come down here!”
“Wow, you’re really so stupid.” The Taillow swept over and across, perching one-leggedly on a tree branch.
Unnr’s jaw dropped; affronted, he felt his fur bristle. With his sharpest nail, he raised a singe finger, shaking. “What did you say? What did you just call me?”
“Oh my. How silly of me.” The Taillow tucked his chin in and covered his growing grin with a wing. “‘Stupid’ means having or showing a great lack of intelligence or common sense. Synonyms? Dense, dull-witted, obtuse, foolish. I had felt sorry for you-- crying in a corner all by yourself-- but now I see. You’re innately annoying.”
Unnr growled menacingly and lunged forward. With all the body mass possible in a one footer Cubone, he threw himself at the tree and recoiled back against the blow. Damn, bark was hard.
“See, stupid.” Having departed before the tree could shake, the Taillow comfortably flew up ahead. “You’re going to break your helmet like that, bashing your head so senselessly.”
“Shut up.”
“A masochist, I see. Is such an experience thrilling for you? Destroying your body with bashing, torturing your mind with tears? And perhaps, most intriguing of all. Have you no fond sentiment for the skull you wear?”
Unnr fumed silently. He wanted to club this bird to the ground and beat its brain against beach sand. “None of your business. Especially if you’re not going to fight me.”
“Why would I? You’re annoying, but certainly not worth the effort. It’s night time, are we so boorish and brutish to disrupt the serenity of sleep?”
“...”
“Silent treatment, I see.”
“You talk too much.”
“You cry too much.”
The Cubone turned, his nostrils flaring beneath the skull he wore. Unnr shuffled his feet toward no place in particular, just anyway but here. Yet the familiar flapping rhythm followed him. He convinced himself that the bird would give up. He wasn't worth the time anyway. If he just ignored the bird, it'd find better things to do. Like sleep. Actually, Unnr had wanted to sleep, and but noooo, he had to express himself and his dumb emotions. Stupid Unnr, stupid.
