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!
"Sir, may I see that bag of yours?" Azrael slowly turned, annoyed but still putting on their biggest smile, big smiles really softened military Pokemon up, even to shady sorts in the slums, which Azrael probably looked like. But really, the one military Pokemon stationed in the slums just had to stop Azrael? This is why they sincerely believed the military was after them! But Azrael decided not to voice those certain thoughts and instead said, "Aww, come on, we both got places to be and such, so you don't havta search me!" Unfortunately the military Pokemon, a Scizor, didn't budge one bit and Azrael handed over the bag with a pout. And a illusion to hide the Mega Stone in it, but the Scizor didn't have to know about those little details! "See, it's super useless to search me, seriously, I just have a bunch of Berries and a few Wonder Orbs, I'm just going to loot a dungeon like any old Pokemon with my friends! Shame on you for making them wait!" Azrael playfully tried to tap the Scizor on his leg but the Scizor remained stone-faced, some Pokemon just were no fun, it's why Azrael was so fun, to make up for the boring Pokemon! "So I'll be seeing you later military man! Besides you should go sharpen up your pincers, they'll look great, you know!" There was no response, not even just handing over their bag and Azrael tilted their head. "Uh... can I get my bag back?" Then suddenly, with absolutely no warning, the Scizor poured out the contents of the bag. Azrael's eyes flew towards the Mega Stone, putting a weak, last minute illusion on it. Ok, so the current situation was just a tiny bit worrying, after all, if the Scizor found the Mega Stone, they would probably go to jail, and then who would take care of their shop!? However, Azrael knew one way to make someone so uncomfortable that they'll leave them alone, accuse them of having a bias towards Zorua! "Geez, what was that for!? You're really holding me up military man! I bet you're just, like, specist 'cause I'm a Zorua, you think I'm lying or something." Azrael nearly yelled all this, dramatically trying to get anyone attention. After all, another way to scare someone off was to accuse them of specism in front of other Pokemon!
Unnr the Cubone sauntered into the slums, head a little too high and back unnaturally straight as to puff out his chest. He had heard that was how Pokemon asserted dominance, how they demonstrated their confidence. He had to practice that as much as he could. And so, though he had no plans to visit the slums, he was really glad that he was going through this poor part of town. It seemed a little more homely, and he was honestly afraid of the bedazzling grandeur that Invictus's rumors usually boasted. The slums looked sad, but perhaps that was a bit more akin to his lonely, melancholic spirit-- Urk, Unnr! Get it together. Shouldn't think such thoughts-- Gotta stay focused, gotta make friends, gotta--
The clatter of glass, a ruffling of a ransacked bag. Raised voices. An affronted Zorua, a stone-walling Scizor? Looks like the Zorua was in a pinch. Get it? In a pinch. No? Okay, no. Self-importantly, Unnr came closer to the two. It looked like the Scizor was conducting military business, search protocol and the like. But surely, in an unnecessarily cruel and and mean way. He didn't really like the look of things. He shouldn't get involved right? Here Unnr was, the tiny foot-tall newbie. Merely a military recruit of the explorer division-- he shouldn't interfere with the military police division business, that spelled trouble!
But then the Zorua cried out, almost like a plea for help. Was this Scizor being specist?! How terrible was it for him to dump everything out of the Zorua's bag? Could Unnr let that stand? The Zorua seemed so desperate. He had to do something! Unnr didn't have the courage to challenge the Scizor of such higher standing in the military's more forceful division, but the least he could do is step up. He came into sight and put on an air of calm and cool confidence-- but his nostils trembled underneath his helmet and his tail betrayed him, nervously flickering-- he didn't have the guts to say anything but if the Scizor knew another Pokemon was watching, maybe that bug would be bugged enough to behave more carefully and kindly.
// TAG: azrael , jumping in-- this should be fun! :3
"Aha, see military man? You are causing a scene, as this Cubone can attest to!" Honestly, Azrael would have definitely preferred a larger Pokemon, but beggers can't be choosers. They trotted over to the Cubone, positioning themselves by its side. The Scizor was already looking a bit nervous, if push came to shove he'll probably leave, which would be very good, illusions don't last forever after all! They turned towards the Cubone, trying to look as upset as a Pokemon suffering from specism should. "You saw how he was messing with me, right? I mean, I'm just trying to get by and Bam! I'm stopped out of nowhere! My bag is thrown on the floor, it might never the same again!" Alright, Azrael knew they were laying this on really thick, but overacting was working, if the stares and murmuring of those passing by could show for.
Now they needed one last thing, some backup from this Cubone! Sure, he was obviously scared, all he needed to do was start shaking like a leaf, but he was the most likely option for an ally, he did try to stand up to the Scizor, just in a really, really quiet way. They thought for a second, the Cubone have showed up while Azrael was being treated in, what the Cubone probably thought, an unfair way, so Azrael just needed to make the Cubone angry at the Scizor. Then they'll have an angry bystander, a no doubt embarrassed and apologizing Scizor, and the Mega Stone completely safe and ready for trading! "What about you little Cubone? Should we report this military Pokemon? I have done nothing wrong yet I'm treated like this! This would be like you being bullied for that skull on your head only ten times worse! Like someone assuming all you Cubones wear that skull for morbid reasons!" That little speech done, Azrael waited for a hopefully angered response from the Cubone, nothing worked better than digging up possibly bad memories!
The Cubone almost regretted his decision. Wouldn't it be terrible for his reputation if he got dragged into this mess? Not that the Scizor had any way of knowing that he was technically a part of the military too, albeit a different division. But what type of reputation would he live with in himself if he didn't stand up for this Zorua? But if Unnr did make a move and if this Zorua reported the Scizor, surely he would be pinned down as a witness-- and then they'd trace back his name and identity to the military.
But he couldn't really desert the Zorua now, could he? They both seemed so shortchanged by the world, both so short and small a world where strength and selfishnessness seemed the way for survival. And though he felt for the Zorua's pain at discrimination--though nobody had actually bullied him for the bone skull-- he just had to close out the conflict as soon as possible before things got out of hand, before people got any more upset, before there was trouble. That way nobody would be reported, nobody in trouble, and everybody could go on their separate ways safely. The Cubone looked around the scattered contents briefly, just some orbs and berries... barely worth the fuss over, right?
"There is nothing suspicious here," the Cubone whispered, urk he hated how he sounded! I'm such a coward, Unnr you fool. You idiot. Ssay something, say something. Almost under his breath, Unnr continued. "This thoroughness-- how is this standard search protocol?" And even if his voice's volume didn't show indignation, his frown played its part and his fingers curled back into fists, not that he'd ever be willing to actually fight against a police officer. "Search all you want, but I see nothing."
Just leave and go. Just leave and go. If only he could wish the Scizor away only with willpower. Man, he was pathetic. This entire ordeal just made Unnr feel terrible and terrified.
Azrael nodded as vigorously as they could as the Cubone finally said something, very quietly, but still something! Honestly, Azrael they not expect a quiet Pokemon to be almost useless in certain situations, usually when they met quiet Pokemon it was great, they all let them talk their ears off without a word in edgewise! Still, whatever military protocol thing the Cubone mentioned actually seemed to work, for the Scizor stiffened up, then reluctantly gave back Azrael's bag. "Hmph! Thank you, maybe I won't report for your treatment of me and... uh, the obvious breach of behavior you military Pokemon shouldn't have!" Quickly waving their paw as if to dismiss the retreating Scizor, Azrael rushed to the middle of the fallen Berries, where an increasing bright shine grew as the illusion over the Mega Stone faded. Just great, who knows who saw that!? "Ugh, this is why I hate delivery, why can't all my customers just come to my beautiful shop...?!" Mumbling to themselves Azrael quickly scooped up the Mega Stone into the bag, and followed up with the rest of the bag's content, hiding the Mega Stone quite well.
After hanging the bag back around their neck, Azrael happily skipped back to the Cubone, "Thanks for helping me out against that guy! I mean, seriously, I know doing stuff like that is, like, their job, but can't they do that part of their job a little less well?" While chattering up a storm they held out a paw for a handshake. "...Oh, and by the way, what's your name? Mine's Azrael, and I'd like to know the Pokemon that might be sort of an ally here! Do you live here too, I'm just making a delivery but then I'll be right back, be looking out for me!" Azrael actually did appreciate the Cubone as an ally, you could only talk so much to complete strangers or downright enemies in the long run after all!
Thank Arceus, thank Arceus. As the Scizor retreated and turned away, Unnr heaved a sigh of relief. He slumped back and released the tension around his spine, rolling his shoulders slowly. As he let go and felt calm wash over him, he thought he saw a sparkle out from the corner of his eye. But when he turned toward the bag content spillage once more, it was just the mix of fallen berries and orbs, quickly collected by the Zorua. Poor soul, rough day. Hadn't that Scizor been so mean? But the orbs were certainly pretty, on second thought, the goods weren't half bad. Certainly not worth the dispute over, but a cool collection. Should he ever acquire the money to buy his own private living area, he would very much like to adorn his abode with a sparkling object here or there. Aesthetics to go with his clay sculptures, and eventually, his trophies-- especially after he transferred to the prestigious army division of the military. One day, one day, when he was powerful enough. And during times like these, standing up for other Pokemon-- even if they should be police stepping out of line-- would be so self-satisfying.
"Yeah, that was really not search protocol. I'm sorry he gave you such a rough time," the Cubone gave a half-hearted smile at the Zorua. But when the Zorua reached out a paw for a handshake, Unnr instantly brightened. He could make his first ally, better yet if this Zorua was a shopkeeper of sorts! He shook vigorously, perhaps a little too enthusiastically. He got his voice back and quickly changed the tempo and energy of the conversation. "Nice to meet you, Azrael. My name is Unnr! That's a lot of merchandise, friend, and you seem a little shaken. Can I help you out? Delivery, huh. I got you, I got you. I might look small, but I'm pretty strong." He even pulled off a friendly wink to the best of his abilities. "Where to?"
Well this Cubone could be useful, and be friendly, who knew? Well, Azrael did know, why else would they had thought the Cubone, no wait, Unnr, would be able to help? And offering to carry the bag, that was pretty nice, so long as he didn't try to ask too many questions or something! "Well if you gotta insist, here you go!" Handing off the bag to Unnr, Azrael immediately took a turn into one of the darker, dirtier, parts of the slums, they didn't like this part of the slums at all, it took forever to clean out their fur afterwards, but it was a great place to hand off a delivery without too many Pokemon eyes around. Azrael turned their head to see how Unnr was doing, he didn't have fur, but filth probably wasn't so fun on skin or bone. "Just in advance I'm apologizing for any filth or weird stuff you get on you, my clients love this place for some reason and you know what they say, the customer is always right! Just wash up when you get outta here."
Thankfully the usual crowd of Pokemon wasn't so thick this day and Azrael was easily able to hop around, this might actually be a quick delivery for once! "And then I'll be back in my beautiful shop..! Gosh, the absence really does make the heart grow fonder, you know what I'm saying Unnr?" Azrael asked this almost like an afterthough, but a response would definitely be appreciated, it would let the conversation keep going after all.
Unnr caught the bag and hugged it closely to his chest with the goods-- he really didn't want to screw up anything with the first Pokemon he had met in Invictus, even though these were the slums... But he struggled to keep up with the dexterous, four-pawed Zorua. Waddling on two-legs, the Cubone raced after Azrael, almost stubbing his toe as he tried to cross a corner through darker and dirtier alleyways. Oh Arceus, what was that odor! His nose wrinkled with repulsion, and the one-foot Cubone plunged forward. "Yes, really does sound like a plan," Unnr huffed. "Yup, yup, I will definitely shower!" What type of customers even were these? How could Pokemon stand to suffer these musty, miserable conditions?
Through the smelliest and sneakiest corridors, the Cubone finally heaved a sigh of relief. Back at home, the space had been so open; his village embraced by grassy hillsides with the ocean breeze swirling up from the valley. "Yeah, I know what you mean. I miss home a little now too, haha." But then he caught himself, he shouldn't be calling back there home anymore. He'd left that behind for greater things and to dwell fondly on it now was almost like asking for regret to drown him in sorrow. "But hey! Tell me more about your shop! It's really cool of you to run a business. All by yourself?"
"Yeah, I run the whole thing by myself, though my mom ran it before, and she was probably the greatest shopkeeper ever! Seriously, she was always like..." Azrael dropped their voice to a grating growl, "You pay this much, or nothing at all, got me son?" Really, Azrael wasn't sure why they were talking so much about both their shop or mom, maybe they kinda had to let some out after not talking about either for, what, two years? Plus both were awesome in several ways, might as well spread their types of awesomeness to other Pokemon's minds!
Azrael peered inside a passing little building, smiling as a older looking Mankey sat angrily in a corner, that was their customer! And he wasn't in some fight yet, well, he probably will be after he gets Azrael's delivery, but good for him for holding out until then! You never really learn how bad a fight is until you had to fight in one just for a customer. They turned back towards Unnr, "Alright, found my customer, you can give me the bag now, this will literally just take a minute!"
Unnr laughed softly. "Pfttt, you're imitation's hilarious. Your mom sounds tough but really cool." And, of course, he took note. How the Zorua remembered their mother almost fondly, calling her mom-- unlike Unnr who distanced himself from his birthgiver, calling her the more formal "mother" instead in his head. Not that he'd ever bring her up in conversation. Ah, family. Yes, a topic he never very much liked to breach.
"Oh! Here's your bag." He shifted and passed over Azrael's goods as he glanced uncomfortably at the angry Mankey sitting in a corner. Unnr had no idea what the other Pokemon's problem was, had they been really late or something? Or was the Mankey just naturally a grouch? Unnr stayed his distance but kept her ears perked in case there was trouble. He really hoped not, oh he really hoped not. But even Unnr was disappointed in himself for having to pray that so much anyway. If he was stronger, then something like this would hardly be a problem. He wouldn't have to be afraid of so much and so many other Pokemon all the time.
