Setting
A large city founded in the Collenham Mountains by Trainers who established that Pokemon do exist in small areas on Terra. The city now serves as a base for transportation between Ruula and Terra.
The city has mostly stone pathways and bridges, being situated around a giant lake, and the roads circle it entirely, providing several good views. Around the city, one can find a Public Market, several small business, and several manors and farms, all aimed at retaining the older feel.
There is no Pokemon Center however, and the traditional Poke Mart is also absent, however, both services that would be provided can be found at alternative places in the city. The Proving Hall provides the biggest tourist draws these days however.
The city has mostly stone pathways and bridges, being situated around a giant lake, and the roads circle it entirely, providing several good views. Around the city, one can find a Public Market, several small business, and several manors and farms, all aimed at retaining the older feel.
There is no Pokemon Center however, and the traditional Poke Mart is also absent, however, both services that would be provided can be found at alternative places in the city. The Proving Hall provides the biggest tourist draws these days however.
Ridgecrest City
A large city that has fallen into ruins with the shadow of Draco's Legion ruling the area with an iron fist. To prevent an invasion, the portal to Ruula has been destroyed...leaving the defenders with no escape.
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Ridgecrest City is a part of 
Collenham Mountains.
6 Places in Ridgecrest City:
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Bic(Charmeleon) [247]
Ozzy Hendrix [207] Bad Blood
Grace Williams [192]
Verse and the Sand Five [180] Sandslash Verse, and his four Sandshrew buddies.
Adam Delacroix [114] Edgy white middle class teenager with a gun
Cu Mara [110] Hound of the sea
Luna Whistle [73] A Lapras
Blake Darkner [64] Criminal Mastermind
Jennifer Harsdorff [60] A young woman who loves adventure, parties, and making friends. While she's no stranger to combat, she prefers to wage war through her trusted Pokemon partners.
Legion of Shadows [48] The Chosen of the Lord of Shadow. The unyielding edge of the darkness.
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"Guess my momma would be proud." Jessica remarked in a modest tone. In all honesty, she'd rather be making her father proud. However, she had to do with what she had she supposed. Though, what Titania said /did/ give her the idea to start her own ranch. She could run a restaurant! Or... at least start a milk bar that would fund a restaurant in the future. She would have a hard enough time getting a bar up and running. "That's actually a good idea though—I was just thinkin' of a lil' corner store, y'know? A restaurant is a good /long/ term goal, though." she said with approval in her tone.
"Yeah. Sounds like something to do when you're too old to go crawling in the grass for Pokemon, anyway. It's always been a young person's game out in the field," Titania reflected. "I have no idea how Pryce does it. The guy needs a cane, he uses ice-types and he's still hanging with the hotshots. It's incredible."
Just then, the microwave went off. "Ooh, the potatoes are done. No gravy, so we'll just melt a pat of butter in there. This bacon is delicious, too. Mmm~" she mumbled, helping herself to a slice.
Just then, the microwave went off. "Ooh, the potatoes are done. No gravy, so we'll just melt a pat of butter in there. This bacon is delicious, too. Mmm~" she mumbled, helping herself to a slice.
Jessica Stark quirked her head in Titania's general direction, raising a brow briefly and gesturing to a pan of light brown liquid. "How's sausage gravy sound?~" she asked. Oh, right. Biscuits and gravy. The biscuits themselves were ready. In fact, everything was coming together! It seemed they were about done!
Iris flew in, a male passenger holding onto her waist as her salamence soared through the air. A smaller girl was held in one arm. She headed directly to the building designated for teleportation between Ruula and Ridgecrest, knowing full well that time was of the essence. She was gone as fast as she came.
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Unlike most people, Sergeant Northwood wasn't afraid of falling from a great height.
Falling from a great height was harmless. In fact, it could be damn fun. Some people did it voluntarily, went up in planes and jumped down. No, falling from a great height was fine. It was hitting the ground at high speeds that he wasn't a fan of. That was definitely something more to be avoided. It tended to unavoidably come coupled with spreading yourself over a wide area and then a long, quite possibly never-ending period of being dead.
And so, as he whistled through the air parallel with the broken up wreckage of his ship that had finally given up the ghost and cracked open like an egg just after breaking through the atmosphere, Captain Northwood stared at the gaping rend in his parachute, slashed by a stray panel of metal from the aforementioned ship, and couldn't help but feel a bit hard done by. Maybe it was the Glorious Hand's way of saying
The Aschen lifted his hand to the communicator in his helmet.
He paused for a few precious seconds.
Captain Northwood hit the streets of Ridgecrest City with a wet thud, spraying an unfortunate civilian with a coating of red. He bounced once, comically, as the pathetic remains of his parachute drifted to land on the bystander's head, just to make things worse. The shell of the Glorious Hand began to thunder into the street, and chaos spread outwards like wildfire in a grimly similar manner to the way Captain Northwood's internal organs had spread over the concrete.
Falling from a great height was harmless. In fact, it could be damn fun. Some people did it voluntarily, went up in planes and jumped down. No, falling from a great height was fine. It was hitting the ground at high speeds that he wasn't a fan of. That was definitely something more to be avoided. It tended to unavoidably come coupled with spreading yourself over a wide area and then a long, quite possibly never-ending period of being dead.
And so, as he whistled through the air parallel with the broken up wreckage of his ship that had finally given up the ghost and cracked open like an egg just after breaking through the atmosphere, Captain Northwood stared at the gaping rend in his parachute, slashed by a stray panel of metal from the aforementioned ship, and couldn't help but feel a bit hard done by. Maybe it was the Glorious Hand's way of saying
, but the Captain couldn't help but feel it wasn't really his fault in the grand scheme of things. Certainly he didn't deserve to be stabbed in the back by the ship he'd flown for the better part of a dozen years. Almost literally, at that. The shard of metal had only missed him by a few inches.you got me into this mess, you're going down with me
The Aschen lifted his hand to the communicator in his helmet.
Anyone out there still alive, this is Captain Northwood of the Glorious Hand. In approximately thirty seconds I am going to be a red stain on Terra's surface, and there's just one thing I need to do before then.
He paused for a few precious seconds.
The ground was rushing ever-closer now. He could make out people in the city below, staring and pointing up at the ship that was about to be scattering over the streets. Some were running for cover, and others were moving to try and save people too stupid to.Somebody find my wife after this. Find her and tell her... tell her...
Tell her that she's a bitch, and I hope she's happy with that slimeball of a gardener she's been fucking behind my back while I've been in the military.
Captain Northwood hit the streets of Ridgecrest City with a wet thud, spraying an unfortunate civilian with a coating of red. He bounced once, comically, as the pathetic remains of his parachute drifted to land on the bystander's head, just to make things worse. The shell of the Glorious Hand began to thunder into the street, and chaos spread outwards like wildfire in a grimly similar manner to the way Captain Northwood's internal organs had spread over the concrete.
Ridgecrest City. It was the great portal between worlds that allowed tourists to travel to and from Ruula, bringing with them pokemon and stories of adventure. And it also meant there were countless citizens. They hadn't yet reached the city or the portal yet, but already there were probably more people than Bic had ever met before, at least in one place. For what it was worth, no one paid them any mind so long as they were with a trainer, except for the occasional odd looks from pokemon, but they weren't aimed at the trio of Verse, Bic and Grace. No they were aimed at the forth member of the crew, the Ralts that hovered, ever silent even for a pokemon, just over Grace's shoulder. Verse lingered back a little from Grace, just to check to see how Bic was feeling about the population of people.
"Hey," he said casually, "S'whole new world on the otherside of that big glowy thing up the back of the city."
"Hey," he said casually, "S'whole new world on the otherside of that big glowy thing up the back of the city."
It was nearly overwhelming, his eyes never resting on more than one thing for more than a moment. Humans built amazing things, but their stink... The scent of humans pervades everything as they walked through what to Bic is like a sea of humans. A literal sea of humanity. Every jostle set him on edge, when they moved too close to him he would growl threateningly smoke ushering through bared fangs, his body language clear that he was not to be bothered, he was starting to wonder if this was such a great idea, but he shook that off, trusting Verse if nothing else. His anxiety made his tail flame flare with heat making it seem ten to fifteen degrees warmer than it was.
He looked sideways at Verse, nodding at his words before rumbling out, "What's the plan?"
He looked sideways at Verse, nodding at his words before rumbling out, "What's the plan?"
It was hard not to be straight with Bic, but he could at least try to pose it optimally. "Okay, the plan is... We go into the city with Grace. Being a human, she'll get us through that portal to a place called Terra where there are lots of space ships, then we can get offa that planet and go see the galaxy." So in short, 'keep your head down and out of trouble'. He hoped Bic got the message. Grace continued to lead them deeper into the city and there was simply less and less space for people, or Pokemon. But at least the portal was getting closer. "We jus' won't get a chance t'go runnin' off straight away. Might have to stay a day."
"Terra..." He rolled the word around in his head, grunting at Verse after a moment. He could already see them getting a ship pretty easily. It wouldn't be the first time, hopefully this one would fare better than the last two transports they'd... acquired. "I guess I'll be able to live with that." He says finally, looking over at Verse's human for a moment shrugging.
Verse noticed Bic looking at Grace and let out a small, "She's great, ain't she?" without thinking. A moment later he shrugged and scratched at his nose. "I mean, humans are kinda great. They're so useless. They can't dig, breath fire, fly or nuthin'. But they build these big buildings and all this stuff. It's jus' funny, y'know?" There was a line at the portal which they joined, but fortunately things were moving quickly.
"Best human I've ever met." He admits in response to Verse's words, though that wasn't a hard competition to win. He did his best to be congenial to her, and to Verse about her. He thought for a second, glancing around at all the wonders that the humans had made, before nodding. "When you're that weak, you've gotta get other skills I guess." He had no delusions that he could ever build something like this, shrugging he turns to eye the group of humans standing front to back wondering what this was about, but not voicing his question.
They soon neared the portal and Verse shuffled his feet a little. "So goin' through the portal might feel a bit funny, especially in the head, but jus' keep movin' and we'll get somewhere safe 'n quiet," he promised. Grace handed over some paper work and gestured to the pokemon with her, then she had the go ahead. "C'mon Verse!" she urged, mostly because she didn't know Bic's name and didn't even seem aware that the Ralts hovered over her shoulder. Then threw the portal she went.
"To the next adventure, huh?" Verse said with a shrug and a grin. Then he waddled through the big glowing portal.
"To the next adventure, huh?" Verse said with a shrug and a grin. Then he waddled through the big glowing portal.
"Onward and upward." He agreed, watching as his friend and his friends master disappeared into the light, he stepped up to it. Remembering Verse's words, he steps forward without hesitation. The world turning insufferably bright, nausea overtaking him he takes another step and is on the other side. Grunting, his head in one clawed hand he mutters,
"I think I would have preferred a boat."
"I think I would have preferred a boat."
The other side wasn't much better with people moving all over the place. Grace had already moved away from the portal to talk to someone. "Adam? Oh my god what happened?" she said as she moved over to a battered and bruised teen who had his arm in a cast.. Verse let out a low, unimpressed, "Tch." He dropped down to all fours and hopped on over, expecting Bic to follow.
"I fell down the stairs," Adam answered casually with a smirk, "I see you're getting worse. Youve now got three monsters that won't stay in their balls." The teenagers hugged and started walking from the exit.
"That's Adam," Verse explained, "Grace's cousin. Gets into all kindsa trouble. We'll probably be staying at his place tonight, then we'll go get a ship outta here in the morning."
Out in the streets there were a lot less people, and fortunately it was a short walk to the apartment Adam lived in.
"I fell down the stairs," Adam answered casually with a smirk, "I see you're getting worse. Youve now got three monsters that won't stay in their balls." The teenagers hugged and started walking from the exit.
"That's Adam," Verse explained, "Grace's cousin. Gets into all kindsa trouble. We'll probably be staying at his place tonight, then we'll go get a ship outta here in the morning."
Out in the streets there were a lot less people, and fortunately it was a short walk to the apartment Adam lived in.
Bic ignored what the humans were talking about, turning his attention instead to the new sites and sounds. Amazed at how different yet similar simply passing through a light had made everything. Idly following behind Verse he finally acknowledges the new humans presence as they began walking away from the light. Bic wasn't sure what a cousin was. He figured it probably had to do with how the two were related. He could smell that much. In their blood, and the base of their scent it was similar but not the same. he wasn't sure if it was good for Verse to mention all the trouble Adam got into in the same breath he says they'd be staying with him was, but he still wasn't sure on all the surface world behavior. Trouble in the catacombs he grew up in tended towards death.
"A ship sounds good. Your human - Grace," he amended for Verse sake. "coming with us?" He didn't think that was a great idea either, but it was Verse's choice he supposed. He lopes forwards a bit as he falls slightly behind, growling at Adam just for good measure as he draws near, and staying near Verse.
"A ship sounds good. Your human - Grace," he amended for Verse sake. "coming with us?" He didn't think that was a great idea either, but it was Verse's choice he supposed. He lopes forwards a bit as he falls slightly behind, growling at Adam just for good measure as he draws near, and staying near Verse.
Verse laughed at the suggestion of Grace coming, then shook his head. "Naw, let's face it. One crash landing and any human would splatter all over the ground. They just ain't tough enough."
Grace's voice carried as she told Adam that Bic wasn't hers, and the teen joked that maybe he was wild, along with a sharp-eyed glance back at the Charmeleon. "What about your Ralts?" the teen continued. Grace just talked about how she found it in the wild and didn't mention anything else, but the Ralts seemed to have Verse attention too as it effortlessly floated through the air.
"Yanno somethin' Bic? I want to know who Grace kept." He nodded for the balls at her waist, three. "Ones me. Ones that Ralts. What's the third?" Then his voice took on an amused tone. "I dare you to take it from her belt."
Grace's voice carried as she told Adam that Bic wasn't hers, and the teen joked that maybe he was wild, along with a sharp-eyed glance back at the Charmeleon. "What about your Ralts?" the teen continued. Grace just talked about how she found it in the wild and didn't mention anything else, but the Ralts seemed to have Verse attention too as it effortlessly floated through the air.
"Yanno somethin' Bic? I want to know who Grace kept." He nodded for the balls at her waist, three. "Ones me. Ones that Ralts. What's the third?" Then his voice took on an amused tone. "I dare you to take it from her belt."
Bic growls in agreement. That's pretty much what he had thought too, but didn't want to voice it, she'd not have survived the boat, or the plane. Bic caught on that the humans were talking about him after a moment as the male - Adam looked at him sharply, raising the charmeleon's hackles, he bares his teeth at the human in question before turning his ears back to Verse.
Not one to let his good sense override his pride Bic snorts in amusement before replying. "I'll take that bet," loping forward he sidles up next to grace, making like he is just being overly protective of his friend-mons trainer he puts himself next to her pokeballs that are just below his head in height, leaning down he takes the pokeball in question swiftly into his teeth and goes to fling it back towards Verse.
Not one to let his good sense override his pride Bic snorts in amusement before replying. "I'll take that bet," loping forward he sidles up next to grace, making like he is just being overly protective of his friend-mons trainer he puts himself next to her pokeballs that are just below his head in height, leaning down he takes the pokeball in question swiftly into his teeth and goes to fling it back towards Verse.
Verse raised his claws to catch the pokeball, but something a little unexpected happened. For a start, the Ralts had spun on the spot and psychic energies snatched the ball from the air, launching it straight back to Grace, who at the same time had turned. The torque of her body sent a closed fist swinging around right for Bic's snout with an almost angry look on her face.
Adam, who hadn't noticed yet, continued walking.
Adam, who hadn't noticed yet, continued walking.
Humans are not fast. Not by pokemon standards at least. This was but one of the many inane thoughts that passed through Bic's mind as he registered the swift(for a human) movement of Verse's trainer. His mind narrowing into the deadly focus it always did when a threat was registered where he was not expecting it, everything and everyone around him becoming categorized in two simple categories.
Threat/Not a threat.
He hadn't been expecting the fist, but that didn't change the fact stated above humans are inherently slower than pokemon. As it moved towards his snout, it was like time slowed to a crawl for bic, and he turned away from the punch. Easily dodging the young girls swing, his tail whipping out and completely sweeping her off her feet, nearly slamming her to the ground with the force, luckily for her it hadn't passed into his head to use the iron variant of that attack.
As she hits the ground Bic drops into a low stance that Verse should be all too familiar with one that alll but always heralded violence on Bic's part, feet set, tail whipping behind him raising the temperature to unbearable levels, eyes wild and feral, and his inhuman roar promising blood shed sending ash, and cinders across her prone form, he readies himself to pounce on the one who had attacked him.
Threat/Not a threat.
He hadn't been expecting the fist, but that didn't change the fact stated above humans are inherently slower than pokemon. As it moved towards his snout, it was like time slowed to a crawl for bic, and he turned away from the punch. Easily dodging the young girls swing, his tail whipping out and completely sweeping her off her feet, nearly slamming her to the ground with the force, luckily for her it hadn't passed into his head to use the iron variant of that attack.
As she hits the ground Bic drops into a low stance that Verse should be all too familiar with one that alll but always heralded violence on Bic's part, feet set, tail whipping behind him raising the temperature to unbearable levels, eyes wild and feral, and his inhuman roar promising blood shed sending ash, and cinders across her prone form, he readies himself to pounce on the one who had attacked him.
A blue barrier formed in the air as the Ralts came to hover over the body of Grace. Adam had since turned around, drawing his gun at the sound of a roar, but it was in his bad hand and he couldn't see what had attacked. Well, he assumed it wasn't Bic. Verse on the other hand saw the whole thing and rushed forward, reaching with claws to wrap around Bic's arms and pull him back. "Hey! Cool it!" he snapped, but he could kind of understand where he was coming from. Verse probably wouldn't like to be punched either. So he settled for a middle ground of just trying to calm him down.
Bic was in a haze of rage. As was common for his species. Rage came as natural to them as breathing, and they learned early on how to let it build, and even quicker than that - how to reign it in. He allows himself to be pulled away by Verse. Barely acknowledging his words as he breaths, letting the rage breath out of him with every smokey exhalation, he glances at Verse slightly apologetically.
"Didn't expect her to swing on me," he says by way of apology, not very good at them in general. He stand akwardly, people all around looking in their direction. Those that had seen what happened eyed him with fear, and apprehension, those that hadn't look on in confusion or question those around them of what is going on. Rolling his shoulders and waiting to see if any one would do something, or how Verse's trainer would react he waits, muttering to Verse.
"Next time, you get the ball."
"Didn't expect her to swing on me," he says by way of apology, not very good at them in general. He stand akwardly, people all around looking in their direction. Those that had seen what happened eyed him with fear, and apprehension, those that hadn't look on in confusion or question those around them of what is going on. Rolling his shoulders and waiting to see if any one would do something, or how Verse's trainer would react he waits, muttering to Verse.
"Next time, you get the ball."
"I'm thinkin' I don't want it," he answered, letting go of Bic. He stared for a moment from the Charmeleon to Grace then back. "She's never hit nobody before over anything."
"That's a pretty well trained pokemon," Adam smirked, holstering his gun. Damn that boy liked to smirk.
Grace scrambled to check the pokeball on her belt, then climbed back up to her feet, dusting off her overalls.
"He attacked me," she answered, but there was a little bit of guilt in her tone.
Adam shrugged. "Yeah, and look at you. No bites, no burns. You should probably find out who owns him soon."
Grace looked back over her shoulder at Bic and narrowed her eyes. "First thing tomorrow," she said as the Ralts returned to hover at her side.
"That's a pretty well trained pokemon," Adam smirked, holstering his gun. Damn that boy liked to smirk.
Grace scrambled to check the pokeball on her belt, then climbed back up to her feet, dusting off her overalls.
"He attacked me," she answered, but there was a little bit of guilt in her tone.
Adam shrugged. "Yeah, and look at you. No bites, no burns. You should probably find out who owns him soon."
Grace looked back over her shoulder at Bic and narrowed her eyes. "First thing tomorrow," she said as the Ralts returned to hover at her side.
He grinned at the world in general, showing off his teeth to the two humans nearest him. Nothing kept him down for long. "Humans," He states with distaste as they continue walking, blowing a little more smoke than was strictly necessary around himself. "Think they own the world." He was mostly irritated that the girl seemed to think he should have let her hit him, and not responded.
"Like a good little slave." He growls out darkly, his eyes narrowing as he remembers just why he hated humans in the first place.
"Like a good little slave." He growls out darkly, his eyes narrowing as he remembers just why he hated humans in the first place.
Adam's apartment fortunately wasn't much further away and he seemed fine with having Bic there, even if Grace was put off. The apartment was small with only two bedrooms and neither of them particularly big and a joint kitchen and lounge that lead right up to the entrance. Adam joked that Bic might burn the place down because the floors and kitchen were wood, but he didn't seem to worry really. As the sun started to set Verse started to come around. What happened earlier just didn't sit right with him and he wanted to talk to Bic about it.
Loping into the apartment Bic snorts at the male humans comment, thinking privately that this place going up in flames was a very real possibility if they tried anything. Grabbing a throw rug from its place on the floor in his mouth, Bic claims a corner of the room away from the humans as his own, blowing ash and smoke into it to alleviate the strong stink of human. He falls into an easy sleep, not waking again until the sun begins to set and he hears the clicking of long claws on wood floor.
"Verse-" Is his stilted greeting as he sits up from his rest, already aware despite having been resting moments before.
"Verse-" Is his stilted greeting as he sits up from his rest, already aware despite having been resting moments before.