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Hey there! I'm Adina, and I'm a trainer from Kalos!
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Set in Unova 15 years after the events of Black2/White2, Traveling Trainers Association is a member driven Pokemon RP community. OC-only and indie-friendly, we invite everyone to join and forge the stories of their characters, their Pokemon, and the world around them.
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HEY HI HELLO I finally have internet and a computer to access <:3 ))
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@serxnexgrace (and to anyone else who it may concern) Ahaha I'm not rly back yet (Broken computer+no internet+working overtime for the past few weeks)
#ooc post#i am slightlu more alive on my rwby sideblog tbh#but uh idk when ill be back#internet is expensive <:')))))
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If Adina and Cassidy piloted a jaeger theirs would be called the Femme Fatale ))
#ooc post#little au things#i see adina being more in a position like tendo but#*waves hands* jaegers
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There’s no salvation for me now (by holding onto gravity)
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You should ride Mitsuru over to me imo
Someone please tell my cousin she’s being rude and having a fear of water is perfectly acceptable and shOULD BE RESPECTED
>:C
- Posted 2 months ago
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(The Kalos Academy School Dance is happening and we need your input! Please check out the brainstorming thread above and if you have any ideas for the event, please throw them in!
No idea is too crazy, we want to hear them all :D
Please spread this around and get involved in the conversation on the forum. The school dance is for everyone. We want it to be as fun for everyone as possible <3)
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Depth Charge Arc 2.08: The Real Plan Z
Sanguine lifted his shield once again, energy building around him as he dove for one of the illusions, blade first and carving a nice hole in the beach. When nothing came from the attack Sanguine simply roared again and attacked one more before Drake whistled, bringing the pokemon’s attention back. “SANGUINE, HEEL!” Drake snarled.
<IMBECILE.>
The voice that seemed to scrape against Drake’s consciousness caused him to pale and he started to truly realize how deeply screwed up this situation was getting. Sanguine stilled, but the malice from the pokemon meant that Drake’s control over him was fading by inches.
“You better let me know when the fuck we get to Plan Z,” Drake hissed. “Because so far it looks like Plans C through Y just bit the dust.”
“It is pretty much impossible to miss your cue,” Benji said quietly. “If it was Plan Z…you think Gladius and Titania would be sitting here doing nothing?”
The two Ralts evolutions silently stood in front of Benji, eyes glancing at Senan with a mixture of fear and pity.
Drake cast a glance to the other two ‘mons and swallowed. “I… Yeah, okay. True enough.”
He brought his hand out and gestured toward Sanguine. The ghost pokemon floated back toward his trainer, stopping feet away from him and lifting his shield. The eye slid around to glare at Drake and he swallowed dryly. If this went on for any longer….
“Please be okay,” Drake whispered under his breath as he looked to Sabine. “For Arceus’s sake…”
“Medusa!” Noël called out, feeling the wind on his nape before his Flygon rushed past, twisting him on her back. The two rocketed the last tens of feet to Sabine and the Banette, Noël sliding off and putting an elbow under his niece’s arm to prop her up.
“Sabine listen to me,” he said seriously, still clutching the metal ring in his hand. On the ring was a flat rectangular case attached to the side, similar looking to his Power Strap but a more compact and far more recent version. His fingers fumbled with a number pad lock fused around the clasp. “This is extremely important. We can save Senan and us all. I need to ask your permission to–”
“Get off me!” Sabine screeched, “This is your fault. Senan destroyed the MasterBall.” The shock of the statement caused a sudden limpness in her uncle, giving her a window to slide out of his grip, her eyes darting around at the countless forms of Senan flickering around the beach. One of them had to be the real one. One of them… THAT ONE.
Sabine jumped and hugged her arms around one of the flickering Kirlias, feeling the physical form of Senan and tumbling to the ground with him, halting his strobing effect.
<L͡et g̛o òf̀ mé,̨ ͢tra͘ito͡r. ͠I'm̵ be͟tter̶ off̨ ͘w̛i͡th̷oút ͏y͘o̡u. Ẃith̨o̕ut a̷nyone. I'l͠l ͝deşt̢rơy ͠thi͡s̕ ̀whole̷ ̷ǵòd҉damn p͢lan̛et͞ i͏f̨ I ̸h́a͝ve͏ to.>
Sabine gritted her teeth and stifled a groan at the painful words jabbing into her mind. “No, please, you can’t live like this. I can help. If I knew what had happened, I would have gone straight back, I swear! They.. They told me you were dead.”
Senan paused and stared at her. <Tḩey̶?>
With a small hiss the lock fell off the metal ring, Noël finally punching in the correct code and slid to his knees beside Sabine, throwing one side of her shawl up around her shoulder, grasping her upper arm and locking the ring into place around it. Sabine felt cold metal on her arm and turned to look at her uncle with wide eyes and furrowed brows before staring at the contraption around her arm. It looked just like…
<ŅO҉!>
The small rectangular plate on the metal arm brace flipped open and Senan pushed Sabine off him, collecting and throwing a psychic blast of energy at the metal ring around her arm. Her arm was pulled taut in his direction, as if there were some gravitational pull between the Kirlia and the device. The darkened void inside it swallowed up the energy before slowly dragging Senan inside with it.
Sabine grabbed her arm with the other, trying to pull herself back from the toughest tug-o-war imaginable. It was no use. After a moment, her Kirlia was sucked inside the contraption. The plate clasped shut with a small hiss, a small LED light under it glowing red and Sabine fell to the ground in a heap as the tension was suddenly released.
Silence fell onto the beach.
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Depth Charge Arc 2.06: Escalation
This was fast becoming worse than his last vacation.
Benji wobbled to his feet as Gladius and Titania stood between him and the chaos in front of him, wincing as the Dragon Pulse ripped through the sand and the Pokemon’s thoughts were broadcast for everyone to hear. This was quickly devolving into the fuckiest clusterfuck he had ever been a part of and evidently no one was stepping forward to take control of the situation.
All that nonsense about dying on the trip had been a joke and one he intended to keep as such.
“Plan B,” Benji mumbled to himself, shaking his head as the Liepard squared off with the Aegislash. “So much for de-escalation…”
Benji’s fingers fumbled with the three remaining Pokeballs on his hips, pushing himself to his feet as he fought to keep his vision from swimming. He took a step forward in the dunes, snatches of Zulie and Senan’s conversation rising over the crashing waves as he shuffled forward.
“Hey…” Benji croaked, swallowing heavily as he tried to make his voice heard. “Hey…could you…could you...could you all just…shut up for ten bloody seconds?! My head is fucking killing me!”
Benji winced at the volume of his own voice, shaking his head wearily as he ripped open his buttoned up shirt, revealing a glowing multicolored stone set in an intricate looking belt hanging off his hips.
“I understand that you,” Benji jabbed a finger at Senan. “Have an issue with Sabine…I mean shit, who hasn’t gotten a little miffed at her for one thing…or another. Last thing that pissed me off was the fact that she apparently went storming into a godforsaken Poacher base on the off chance her Pokemon were being held there…crazy…I know…”
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Overture 02: Pokelogue
<Are you worried?>
<You should know better than to ask me that.>
Astrid snorted, rolling her eyes as she settled down next to Luka. The two were silent for a moment, enjoying the warm summer breeze.
<What do you think–about Corona?> Astrid asked, looking to Luka.
Breaking her meditative stance, Luka sighed and rubbed a paw against her head. <Hard to say,> She started after a moment of thought. <Only time will tell if she ever comes around.> Luka sighed again, shifting into a more relaxed position. <But I’m not concerned about her.>
<You’re right, I should have known better.> Astrid commented. <You’re worried about Adina.>
Luka gave a slight nod to her head, watching the horizon. <Corona does have issues– make no mistake. But she’s not the problem here…> Luka trailed off, unsure how to say what was on her mind.
<Adina is.> Astrid finished for her, and wrinkled her nose.
The two pokemon fell into silence, not sure how to proceed from there.
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Overture 01: What Was Missing
Adina couldn’t figure Corona out.
Corona sat across the room from her, picking through the small toys laid out before her with little interest. She was like a closed book with a blank cover; Adina had no clue what made Corona tick despite her efforts over the weeks. What was she missing?
Adina sat on the floor, the room silent except for the occasional jingling of the bells inside of the toys and watched the small Swablu make her way around the room.
Was Corona scared? Angry? Adina pressed her fingers into her head, softly sighing. There was nothing but radio silence from Corona; she couldn’t even tell how she felt. Had her captivity traumatized her that much to where she emotionally closed herself off?
Shifting, Adina laid down on her stomach and rested her head on her folded arms, still watching.
“What are you thinking?” Adina asked, but she didn’t expect an answer.
Corona didn’t look up when Adina spoke, preferring to pick up a toy in her beak and toss it in the air. With a ring, the toy landed in front of Adina. With an amused huff, Adina picked up the toy and shook it in hope it would entice Corona.
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Sunflowers Ellis Co. by Texas Eagle
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Depth Charge 2:04: When You Collab With Friends
The thunderous sound of the detonation ripped like a torpedo through the water and hit the submerged side of the island, sand trembling beneath their feet. The explosion forced water against the insides of the Dark Barrier before destroying it completely. Water burst upwards like a geyser at least forty meters in the air and thankfully out of reach of Zulie and Prince.
Noël dropped his flask, “That’s… not possible,” he gawked softly and in completely disbelief, “There’s no way a psychic could–”
Famous fucking last words, Benji thought through a sudden thrum of energy that rushed past him like a tidal wave.
“Did it occur to no one that Fairies chew through Dark typed things like Heatmor through Durant?!” Benji shouted, gritting his teeth as the raw power thrumming off Senan resonated deep inside his mind.
The sight of the explosion had Drake reacting instinctively, shielding his face even though nothing reached them, though… He was pretty certain the dark barrier wasn’t supposed to do that.
Benji’s words were confirmation, and Drake snarled as he started to pull off pokeballs from his belt, weaving three of them through his fingers. “So much for all of this going smoothly,” Drake hissed under his breath.
Noël stumbled back before grasping Sabine’s shoulder, turning her to face him, “The experiments you were researching on that hard-drive, it was all psychic, right? They were trying to stifle his Fairy powers to boost his Psychic capabilities??”
Sabine was gently shaken under his grip, eyes wide like a deer in headlights as she looked at her uncle, barely recognising him, “Y-Yeah..” she said blankly, “That’s what it said… ‘Metagross Anabolism’”
“Get ready, Sabine, get your MasterBall ready,” Noël reminded her urgently, taking her hand and putting it over her own pocket of her shawl where the Ball had been placed.
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Overture 02: Pokelogue
<Are you worried?>
<You should know better than to ask me that.>
Astrid snorted, rolling her eyes as she settled down next to Luka. The two were silent for a moment, enjoying the warm summer breeze.
<What do you think--about Corona?> Astrid asked, looking to Luka.
Breaking her meditative stance, Luka sighed and rubbed a paw against her head. <Hard to say,> She started after a moment of thought. <Only time will tell if she ever comes around.> Luka sighed again, shifting into a more relaxed position. <But I’m not concerned about her.>
<You’re right, I should have known better.> Astrid commented. <You’re worried about Adina.>
Luka gave a slight nod to her head, watching the horizon. <Corona does have issues-- make no mistake. But she’s not the problem here…> Luka trailed off, unsure how to say what was on her mind.
<Adina is.> Astrid finished for her, and wrinkled her nose.
The two pokemon fell into silence, not sure how to proceed from there.
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