paradise • a pokémon adventure
cbox

welcome


Established in July 2014, Paradise is a pokémon role-play community that’s all about getting back to the basics. With a simplified training system, we focus more on writing than grinding for levels. Join us today and begin your adventure in the Eden region!

information


Getting Started Setting Information Trainer Classes Game Mechanics Field Guide Eden League Rules & FAQ

updates


June 23 – Howdy, folks! Just wanted to pop in here and let everyone know that we will have a super fun IC event coming up in July. :D If anyone remembers the Summer Sun Celebration from last year, we'll be doing that again — only with some incentive in the form of rewards~!

shortcuts


Training Log Wild Encounters Breeding Records Adoption Center Face Claims Player Directory Open Threads

  Reply   New Topic   New Poll   

 (!) Bone Dry
Hiro Kahale
 Posted: 5/15/17, 03:42 pm
Quote
Waffle
5 posts
Nightshade
    
    


Hiro stretched widely, shrugging his decrepit backpack further up his shoulders as he came to a very definitive conclusion: Tumbleweed Gulch was the most boring town he’d ever been to. And this was coming from a guy whose own home town housed less than the maximum capacity of a contest hall (slight exaggeration perhaps, but it made a point). At least there were trees and oceans and beaches at home; here there was only sand. Everywhere you looked, there was more sand.

Except for over there, he noted, his eye catching a glimmer of blue. That’s a creek. He didn’t want to call it a river. It wasn’t a river. It was some water in a line.

The wind was stifling, the breeze was stale, and the shade was broiling. There was a choking sort of dryness in the desert that made one want to spend the rest of one’s days under an icy shower. He could taste dirt in his mouth, and he wasn’t sure why. On top of that, he was sweating through his last shirt – he was soaked to the skin, and he doubted this place had ever seen a drop of water in all its years on earth. He did decide then that he did not like the desert.

He sighed at the Petilil sweeping the ground next to him. Every so often, she spat out a mouthful of sand and made a disgusted face, as though horrified with where life had taken her. A year ago she’d been sunning herself on a beach in her native Alola. Where the heck had she gone wrong?

“Oh, perk up,” Hiro told her, crouching down on one knee. He swung the bag off of his shoulder and rummaged around for a plastic Tupperware, pried off the lid, and offered the pink and orange Poke puffs to the grumpy little dancer. “I’ll trade you one for a smile,” he cajoled her, letting the sweet and tangy smells of strawberry and mandarin embrace her. He’d never been above bribery; it was the only way/his mum had gotten him to do his homework.

Random Event

PM   
^
Random Event
 Posted: 5/16/17, 10:07 am
Quote
Staff
690 posts
Administrator
    
    


a wild mareep appeared!





bronze tier
male
static

tackle thunder wave cotton guard thunder shock confuse ray

PM   Email
^
Wild Pokémon
 Posted: 5/16/17, 11:51 am
Quote
NPC
3115 posts
NPC
    
    


As light on his little hooves as he could be, he trotted casually along the thin stream of water that runs down the creek. Every few feet he'd hop into the shallow bits, causing a splash that lightly coated his legs and underbelly. Even the slightest mist of water felt refreshing in this heat. Keeping the underside of his body nice and cool helped balance against the heat trapped inside his thick wool. After another prance along the rocks, he came to a stop and scanned his perimeter before lowering his head and began to sip the water.

He knew his flock hated it when he wandered off, but he was thirsty! He just wanted to cool off and get a good drink of water before turning back around, no harm done. His eyes came to rest ahead of him down the creek, where he noticed some motion. He lifted his head, and ignored the drips of water running down his chin and into the wool on his chest. His ears perked up.

Surely that was not a trainer, was it? Why on earth would a trainer be out in this sun and heat? He studied this person for a moment before glancing back the way he came. He couldn't see his flock from here, he had wandered far enough down the creek that they were still safely tucked behind the hills of sand.

Mareep had a decision to make. Does he try to quietly slip away and hurry back to his flock? If he is spotted though, he might put the rest of his flock in danger. He could try to defend himself or attempt to scare the trainer away, but if he wasn't strong enough, he risked injury or even worse: knock out.

With a snort and a kick, he leaped forward towards the trainer, bellowing forth the meanest-sounding bleat he could muster. His hooves splashed through the water as he charged forward, and reared up on his back legs. He kicked at the air, before landing back down and bucking his head. That ought to do it! Get out of here!

Hiro Kahale (Tag Aria Wolfe for replies ^.^)
PM   Email
^
Hiro Kahale
 Posted: 5/18/17, 12:50 pm
Quote
Waffle
5 posts
Nightshade
    
    


Buttercup eyed him suspiciously, then took a pink puff and started munching. She refrained from acting upon her end of the bargain. He’d get a smile when she damn well pleased. That would be approximately ten, maybe fifteen seconds from now, when all she had left were crumbs. Then she’d give him his stupid smile. And then he’d give her another puff, because she was adorable and he was easily manipulated with cuteness.

Her leaves perked up at the soft sound of hooves on hard, packed dirt. She turned her head one way and then the other, confused – she didn’t see anything, but she could swear there was a sound. It was clopping – now it was splashing.

Hiro’s brow furrowed. “What?” he asked her, following her eyes with his own. “What are you looking at?” There was nothing there; just sand and dirt for as far out as he could see. If you turned back. He looked back over his shoulder at the empty village. Everyone indoors on this particularly oppressive morning; there was nothing there.

All at once, the leaves on Buttercup’s head flashed froze solid, standing straight and tall as swords thrust into the ground – and there was a snort and a clopping and skittering of stones and dirt. Hiro whirled around as Buttercup glared at the newcomer, her crown of leaves vibrating in warning like a snake’s rattle. A little Pokemon, all wool in this ridiculous desert, was rearing like a warhorse, his small hooves cutting the sky knives. It did not look happy to see them.

Hiro leapt to his feet without thinking and in one sweeping motion pulled out a marked Pokeball and pushed its button. A burst of light moulded itself a Sandile with big black eyes.

“Steady up, Goggles,” Hiro told the squirmy Pokemon, checking his pockets for empty Pokeballs. He knew he had at least one. Instead of pulling it out, he opened up his Tupperware of goodies. “Are we gonna battle or do you want to do this nicely? Because it is way too hot for this nonsense,” he muttered, tossing an orange puff in the sand a few feet from the Mareep. “See? Yummy. Goggles, stay,” Hiro said sternly as the Sandile licked his lips.

Aria Wolfe (sorry this took so long -dead-)

PM   
^
Wild Pokémon
 Posted: 5/18/17, 03:04 pm
Quote
NPC
3115 posts
NPC
    
    


He snorted, and studied the tiny little grass bulb of a pokémon as it caught sight of him. The trainer was not far behind, and within a few seconds both of them were on their guard.

This is going to be easy, he thought to himself, puffing his chest out in confidence. That little sprout of a pokémon would be easy to conquer. Sure, grass-type didn't particularly have a weakness to electricity, but he had size on his side and his static ability, which meant if that little shrub laid a petal on him she'd be paralyzed on contact. He dug his hooves deep into the rocks, ready to burst forth and-

He halted. The trainer had pulled out a pokéball and in an instant, summoned a different pokémon to the scene. He hadn't taken into consideration that the trainer had other pokémon on him. He made a mental note to keep that in mind next time before he studied the new arrival. This pokémon was double the size of the Petilil, in both height and weight. If he wasn't mistaken, this reptile was ground type, which meant everything that Mareep had planned for this fight would no longer be an option...

Mareep stood in shock for a moment, frantically trying to put together a Plan B. Note to self, always have a Plan B! He stood his ground and snorted again, he couldn't let the trainer see him falter. He could attempt to fight, but the only non-electric moves he knew were his tackle and confuse-ray, which would only work together if he got very, very lucky. He could run, and risk leading not only the trainer but his many pokémon to his flock. He would risk his friends and family being caught or defeated, so this was clearly not the answer. He needed to decide quickly, because any moment now the trainer would surely give his pokémon an order and Mareep did not want to find out which moves that Sandile had.

His thoughts were interrupted as the trainer tossed something his way. His eyes followed what looked like a soft ball of orange as it landed in the sand a few steps ahead of him. He glared at the trainer, then back to the puff ball in the sand, and back again. Was that a peace offering of sorts? What was this trainer up to? He decided to investigate and took two steps forward, then lowered his head to give the item a sniff. A spicy but lightly sweet scent filled his nostrils, and his stomach began to growl. He and his flock had barely come across anything to eat in this desert, let alone treats like these! He could barely resist the urge to gulp it down the second he smelled it.

He resisted, for just a moment, and narrowed his eyes at the trainer again. As if the spicy treat aroma had some sort of influence on his vision, the trainer didn't seem so threatening after all. He looked like he and his pokémon were just trying to make it through the desert, and maybe Mareep had jumped the gun a little bit when he got defensive...

Mareep couldn't help it, his stomach was growling something fierce now. He took a nibble of the treat and chewed on it, feeling the sweet sensation of melting sugar and spices on his tongue. Ugh, goodness that's good, he thought, closing his eyes for just a second and relishing the taste.

Hiro Kahale (Haha no worries!)
PM   Email
^
Hiro Kahale
 Posted: 5/21/17, 11:03 pm
Quote
Waffle
5 posts
Nightshade
    
    


(( OOC: I’m SO sorry this is short and rubbish T-T ))

As Hiro watched the Mareep, he could practically see the cogs turning in its brain, and the wheels churning as they rushed past one conclusion and on to the next. He was curious – what was the little guy gonna do? Would he take the offering? Or would he attack? Maybe he’d run. Either way, Hiro could tell one thing for certain – whatever move the Pokemon made next would not be impulsive.

Goggles, on the other hand, kept his eyes trained on the Mareep for all of five seconds. The moment he noticed Hiro wasn’t paying attention to him, he focused on the fat little orange puff at the sheep’s hooves. He wanted it so bad – he could taste the sweet cream rushing into his mouth, the crisp smell of it flooding up his throat and into his nostrils as the crisp shell cracked between his teeth. He wanted it so bad. He could have it too, if he broke formation. He wouldn’t, but he’d enjoy thinking about it. Goggles was too much of a goody-two-shoes to act out. He liked being Hiro’s most reliable Pokemon; it was a badge he wore with pride. Damn that badge. He let out a tiny whine, expressing just how unfair the world was right this second.

“Easy, Goggles,” Hiro told him in a low, drawn-out hum. He’d mistranslated the Sandile’s lust for sweets for a restless thirst for battle. Hiro wasn’t paying much attention to him at the moment, which Goggles noted with a huff. Hiro still hadn’t taken his eyes off of that ball of dripping, musky-smelling wool.

The Mareep seemed to come to a conclusion – it dipped it’s head and nibbled at the puff. Triumph burst inside of him like a poorly-timed fireworks display; he hadn’t caughtthe thing, but this was good. This was a step in the right direction.

“See? That’s not so bad,” Hiro told him, squatting down on the dirt path, making himself closer to the Mareep’s height and hopefully less intimidating. “Bet you don’t get any of those out in the desert.”

Buttercup tugged at the bottom of his shirt, ready for another one and clueless as to why she wasn’t already eating it. She knocked her head into his knee. Why wasn’t he paying attention?

To her utter dismay, Hiro brushed her behind him. He pulled out the Tupperware full of snacks, popping the lid open so the sweet smell of it could seep out and into the stagnant air. “You want another one? I’ve got strawberry. Might have one mocha left in here somewhere.” He poked around in the little box, careful not to let his guard down, keeping tabs on the Mareep out of the corner of his eye. He'd decided long ago that he'd rather not be barbecue today.

Aria Wolfe

PM   
^
Wild Pokémon
 Posted: 5/22/17, 11:24 am
Quote
NPC
3115 posts
NPC
    
    


((OOC: Oh stop it, this is just fine!! I love it! :D ))

A very faint, high-pitched sound resonated from one of the trainer's pokémon, and Mareep's eyes opened. Ugh, how did I let my guard down? he thought, realizing he'd let the tasty treat get the better of him. The fact that this trainer hadn't sent his pokémon after him while he was distracted was pure luck. He eyed them all while he continued to chew on the part of the treat in between his teeth. Maybe this trainer wasn't so threatening after all.

He finished what remained of the soft sweet goodness and re-evaluated his situation. That crocodile pokémon was still on high alert and looked ready to strike the second the order was given. The little green plant pokémon seemed to totally ignore his existence entirely. The trainer, still on his guard understandably, seemed to be offering more treats to him. He had pulled out a container and shown him its contents, which were several more puff balls of a variety of colors. Mareep lifted his head slightly, catching a whiff of the sweet and tangy mixture in the air.

He very, very apprehensively took a few steps forward. This is most definitely a trap, he thought. It was obvious with the aggressive pokémon by the trainer's side that was ready to pounce. He'd walk up to the trainer expecting handfuls of yummy goodness only to get caught off guard and attacked. I should definitely run, he told himself as his hooves felt the change in substrate underneath from wet rocks to hot sand. Why are you not running away?? an urgent voice in his head insisted, as he cautiously came to a halt just a few feet away from the trainer and his pokémon. His stomach growled again, despite how nervous he was in this exact moment. The growing ache of hunger had just about complete control over him.

He was close enough now to pick up the scent of each of his acquaintances. The little green bulb was actually kind of cute up close, begging for its trainer's attention. Mareep didn't pick up any hint of danger from its scent, only a sweet, grassy aroma. The crocodile on the other hand, was almost the opposite! A very earthy, almost muddy scent with a hint of... was that swamp water maybe? Mareep wasn't sure, he hadn't been around swamps much growing up. Now as for the trainer... underneath the strong scent of human sweat (that surprisingly really didn't smell that bad) was a hint of fragrance that he didn't recognize. In all honesty, all he could smell from the trainer was the container of sweet treats.

Mareep stood still, feeling too threatened to step any closer but wanting to show he was interested in the trainer's offer of peace. He had stopped all of his hoof stomping, his snorting, and his nostril puffing. He wanted to appear calm, hoping to give the message that he was no longer a threat to them and that if everyone played nice, he wouldn't mind checking them out for a bit.

Hiro Kahale (This is my favorite pokémon I've played so far! ^.^)
PM   Email
^
Wild Pokémon
 Posted: 6/5/17, 04:24 pm
Quote
NPC
3115 posts
NPC
    
    


The Mareep fled...

Hiro Kahale I am so sorry! I tried to wait because I LOVED this post but there are others waiting for wild pokémon threads =( I'd love to write another one with you if you want to when you get back!
PM   Email
^
1 User(s) are reading this topic (1 Guests and 0 Anonymous Users)
0 Members:

Options    Reply   New Topic   New Poll   


 


 


RPG-D  FF:Adventu PLEDGE -- a pokémon roleplay
Pokemon: Forever Forgotten Pokemon: Terrene