Ongoing Games (In-Character)Play-by-post games are going on in this forum as we speak (well, read). All threads on this board are actual games, so please, only post on a thread if you are a player of that game.
OOC and Pad for die rolling and chatting, respectively. Though I suppose you could chat in the OOC and roll die in the Pad if you wanted?
It's a gorgeous day outside in Wuhtu. The sun is shining, Spearows are chirping, and a nice cool breeze runs through your hair. And yet you're all going to be cooped up inside, in various degrees of nervousness and excitement.
The city of Xylo is bustling, as always. Hordes of people walk to and fro, each convinced they are the single busiest person and everyone else is in their way.
Inside one particularly innocuous building lies an even more innocuous room. The walls and ceiling are all pearly white with no discerning features. On opposite ends of the room, two beige doors provide the only relief from constant white. Hanging from the ceiling is a single fluorescent light bulb that occasionally flickers. Within the room, there are four chairs, side-by-side, facing a large desk with another empty chair behind it.
Each of you has just recently arrived at Ostra HQ, per some vague orders. You were told to wait until this exact moment and come to this particular room. That is all you were told.
The light bulb flickers.
You'll arrive in the order you post in, so please do incorporate the presence of anyone who's already there in your arrival.
Burler walks into the room, exactly on time. He was used to the punctuality. He sits down, Lumin resting on his head as per normal. He fiddles with two lighters in his pocket, before drawing one. Experimentally, he flicks the starter and a small flame spouts. He stares for a moment before cutting off the fuel to little flame. Cute. Lumin simply chirps once.
Bartleby hasn’t been back in his hometown in a little while, and it was quite the thing to ignore all the sights, sounds, and fun it had to offer in favor of being punctual. He has, however, managed it. The man steps into the room, wincing briefly at the sheer bareness of it before he drags a seat out for himself and drops into it.
“So,” He offers amiably, “Looks like it’s not just me. I wonder how big this job is.”
It wasn't good to be back in Xylo. Sure, it was a big city, but there was always the possibility someone might recognise him. They might realise he wasn't a real trainer - they might try to take Buddy again - try to take his family.
I won't let that happen.
Jack's heart was drumming as he slunk through the backstreets. Even scarier though, was the prospect of staying away.
They found me so easily. Then that message -'be here, it will be to your advantage' or summink like that. On the phone, in a diner, then again, pinned to my bag while I slept.
Still, could be good. Team Ostra! They've got money, influence. No-one would muck around with a Team Ostra member. Pulling tricks on the Rangers, instead of running and hiding from them, beating up toffee nosed brats with their pompous League licences.
And brothers. Yeah, when you're in a gang like that, you're brothers, so long as you keep up your side of things. Ostra will look after their own'.
Jack's heart thuds harder when he arrives at the building.
Is that it?
Jack makes his way in, then hears the sound of mens' voices. Turning the corner, the boy sees three grown, all quite a bit taller than him.
Posh looking too
'Err...I got yer message'. Jack shuffles his feet.
'Did yer want to see me?' he tries to sound tough, and look fierce, but his body language is all wrong - shoulders hunched, head down.
Jack's hand drifts towards Buddy's scuffed Pokeball rolling it around nervously.
Burler nods slighlty, so as to not disturb the Larvesta on his head. Yes. Burler doesn't react to the third man entering but does to the fourth, who was obviously a completely new to Ostra. Burler stands up and walks over to the shorter boy, and gingerly plucked a single hair from his head. In one deft motion he pulls out the lighter, ignites it and catches the strand of hair on fire. He watched the smoldering hair for a moment before saying Good. You burn well.
Lumin chirps twice and Burler promptly returns to his seat.
"... And that would be our fourth. Boy, we're here waiting the same as you. Odds are, if this goes like previous jobs, we're soon going to meet one of the higher ups who will bind us together as a task force for a mission."
I am no expert in explosives. I simply enjoy the beauty of flame. This is Lumin. The Larvesta chirps, wiggling in welcome. Burler shakes the man's hand firmly, but not overtly overpowering. Me and my pokemon make art with conflagration. Ostra sees the beauty of our work, while the League reprimanded us for them.
Lumin squeaks, the tips of her feelers spouting little flames, only to be placated by Burler's touch. Lumin is my muse. Settle. You make a fine hat. A murmured chirp comes from her, but she doesn't sound convinced.
Jack flinches as the man pluck his hair and burns it. His fingers find the catch for Buddy's ball, and the crimson light takes the shape of a male Nidoran. Jack scowls at the guy with the weird Pokemon on his head, and takes a seat.
Looks like a joker's hat, sitting there. Freaky mon, never seen it before, which means it's likely rare. Which means it's likely trouble. Who does he think he is?
Jack nods at Caspar, and takes a the seat Bartleby kicks over.
'Thanks... I'm Jack - just Jack'.
'Heheh. Yeah, he's right, it is a nice hat'.
Keep quiet - don't say too much.
'So...am I in then? In Ostra?'
Jack left hand delves into his jacket's inside pocket, nervously gripping the handle of his knife, and his right clutches at the everstone in his jean's pocket.
No need for formalities. At least, not with us. We are your equals. Please, relax. The big wigs like to scare the newbies, and your just feeding fuel to fire being so fidgety. And I've been on a handful. I'm hardly more exprienced than you are.
Lumin crawls down Burler's head into his lap, where he starts petting her softly. She is a Larvesta. They are rare pokemon. My grandfather found her as an egg in some ruin and brought it home for me when I was very little. He brings his left hand to right above his heart, and a smile spreads across his face. She hatched shortly after he got home, and gave me our first work of art. She has been with me ever since.
Larvesta eventually evolve into a pokemon called Volcarona. It is told that in times of crisis, when volcanic ash blots out the sun, Volcarona can fly into the sky and shine bright, as a replacement to the sun. Isn't that right Lumin? A single chirp of acknowledgement, wiggling with Burler's fingers.
“Sure, kid." Bartleby replies, clasping Jacks hand for a second before leaning back in his chair. It’s better than ‘boy’, at least. “Let’s say I know what I’m doing and leave it at that.” He flashes a jagged smile before his attention turns elsewhere.
The story about Burler’s pokemon held his attention for a few moments, Bartleby’s shoulders rolling backward after it’s done. “It looks well taken care of, but-Well. I’ve seen some really rare Pokemon.” A hint of haughtiness does manage to slip into his tone.
Bartleby's too smooth smile and round about way of speaking rub Jack up the wrong way.
Don't think much of him. Smooth geezer. Caspar seems OK. Laid down the law - know where you stand with a guy like that. As for that Burler guy - bit weird - maybe he's a bit carried away with the power of his Pokemon.
Jack thinks back to some times in the wilderness - holding up travellers - glorying in the power even the threat of poison had, miles from a town or center.
So maybe we're not so different.
'So she's a fire type? I only say because she looks like a bit like bug type...'
Burler stops him before he releases the other bug. NO that is quite alright. Not sure how two bug types interact and in this enclosed space, I'd rather things not get ugly. Here. Lumin, you'll have to go away for now girl. Burler returns the larva.