Lapras Valley University (Semester 2) Starts! LSUs are welcomed!

[Dark-San]

Name: Hiroshi Nagasaki

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Physical Desc.: An averagly tanned muscular body figure. His body bears the scars from his regular beatings of his stepfather who had passed away a few years ago. He has also a funny unique foreign vocal that would probably pissed off the person speaking to him.

Personality: He blamed all of these tortures on him mom, who was powerless to do anything to stop and since then he had left home and vow never to return. Due to this vow, he had been very self-sufficient and had been seen doing part-time jobs whenever he could.

An independent and hardworking boy, he works his way to the top of high school before a company snapped him up for a scholarship. Because of his tortured past, he has a view that using pokemons to battle are cruel. Battles do not seek to bond the trainers with their pokemons but rather tortured them and push them to their limits.

Hence as a result, he despise anyone that comes from the battling degree.

Bf/Gf: Any takers?

History: Though attending the breeding course, he had some form of battling experience before. His first pokemons were a pair of Dratini twins that he once save from being captured by his neighbour who live across the street. His neighbour is infamous for mistreating pokemons. And as a result of his interferances, he got beaten up real hard.

His battling experiences that he gained are from battling serious trainers and wild pokemons. But unlike the ones who seek to win, Hiroshi is one who will throw in the towels and concede the match before his pokemons get boot.

Pokemon: Dragonairs (Tsubasa and Sora), Pikachu (Denise)

Degree: Breeding

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Chapter 1: The four years promise

“Next stop Indigo Plateau, Indigo Plateau!”

Before walking up and get seated on the shuttle bus, I took a step and turn my head to browse through my surroundings. This could well be the last time I am going to look at this surrounding for the next 4 years of my life. I am going for the scholarship on the bond signed with my last company and they send me over to the prestigious Lapras Valley University.

“Well better than nothing.”

I grinned as I boarded the shuttle bus.

“At least, that old fool is not around to bother me again.”

------------- Act 1: 2 hours and 30 minutes later -------------

The bus is still in the mist of its journey as I took a glimpse outside the window.

I see nothing but rows of coniferous trees, the flying pidgeys soaring in the skies.

I am well sited in the corner as the bus is headed to the town, which Lapras Valley University resides in.

Though a bit uncomfortable with the seat making creaking noises whenever I moved. It is a small price to bear for the journey of a lifetime to begin.

The atmosphere was getting stuffier and the next moment, I lost conscious even before I knew it.

------------- Act 2: 1 hour and 45 minutes later -------------

“Hey kid, we are at the end of our line.”

The bus conductor instantly shook me awake. I dizzily turn my head around and realized that we are in a strange town area. It is a little backwards compared to Viridian City but there are some serious construction works going on from the looks of it.

“Oji-san, where are we right now?”

“Didn’t I tell ya? We are in the last stop. There aren’t any more stops further! Where is your destination, you want me to show you the direction?”

The Oji-san looks to be concern.

“Erh… Okay then. Oji-san, any idea which direction should I head out to be on my way to Lapras Valley Uni?”

“Okay you take a left turn on the street to your right and walk some distance. Around 2 miles from that left turn, the university should be within sights.”

“Hey thanks a lot, Oji sama.”

Giving him my best gratitude before I took flight and continue on his said direction.

------------- Act 3: Around the school parameters -------------

“There itself Lapras Valley University!”

I was at least 500 meters away from the venue.

“Better hurry, I guess.”

I moved to speed up and then something caught my attention.

“No I can’t give you Denise. She is all that I got.”

That last cry seems to from the back alley.

Silently, I crept into that area and took a peak.

“Give us that Pikachu or else you know what we are capable of. We are from the Lapras Valley University. You better not fool around with us. Our classmates are now chasing after your friend and his pokemons should be with us now. Why not, you co-operate with us, heh?”

This is it, threatening others into giving their pokemons.

“This is as far as it goes.”

Without thinking much, I confronted that bunch of bullies.

“It isn’t worth stealing other people’s belongings. Besides is this how Lapras Valley University does things?”

Those gangsters took notice and slug towards my direction.

“What do you think you can do, pal?”

He aims a punch, which totally took me by surprise, and had the fist pummeling me on the tummy.

“Go Charmelon, let show off your bad- ass flamethrower!”

He releases his primary pokemon, which in turn unleashes it fury flames when I was in pain, crouching on the moist dirty ground.

“That would teach you to be some busybody.”

He turns his attention back to the girl.

“Now kid… I have no time to waste on you. I want your Pikachu now.”

Little did he realized, a rather emotional me was struggling to stand up.

“Don’t make me repeat my word. I say left her alone.”

“Why you?”

The bully took another punch aiming but a flash of light beam and disrupted his momentary actions.

“Heh, what happened?”

“Randy, look out your right arm!”

He was in a shock as the Dragonair wrap itself several times across his right arm.

“Sora, twist it.”

As I looked at Randy and his gang with an evil look as some dark aura seems to envelope me.

The Dragonair understood my command and twist Chris’ arm, breaking several of his bones in the process.

“Argh my arms!”

Yelling, he yanks out his bloodied right arm as it now wobbles despite his attempts to move his fingers.

“Well you, Charmelon go!”

The Charmelon lunges at me but soon realized that there was another Dragonair behind it.

“Tsubasa, Hyper Beam.”

Without a moment, his Charmelon was send packing into the piles of debris from a nearby construction site.

Severely injured, Randy looked upon me and murmured under his breath as he recalls his pokemon.

“You will regret messing with us, Lapras Valley University.”

“Let me tell you something, I’m from Lapras Valley University too starting today.”

Randy and his gang mates looked in shock but nonetheless, they retreated into the darkness of the alley.

Picking up the pokeball from the ground, I return it to the little girl.

“Keep it well, young lady. I’m moving off now.”

I turned and moved off a few feet from where I left the girl. There was this sudden tug onto my coat. It was that same little girl.

“Hey Oni-chan, is it possible for you to have Denise?”

I was in a state of shock. Why would a young lady be offering me her pokemon? She explains further,

“With my level of experience, the odds of these guys coming after me are still possible. I can’t protect Denise like these if this situation would to arise again. She is better off with someone who can protect her.”

Understandably, I took the pokeball from her and reminded her.

“Denise is your friend, there is nothing I can do to erase that bond between you and her. For the moment, I will take good care of her. However after four years, promise me you will get stronger and until then take her back from me.”

She looked at me as tears soon overwhelmed her.

“I will, I promise. After four years, I would take her back from you. Just take good care of her for now.”

She and Denise hugged each other for the last time before they separate their ways as I moved off with a third pokemon under my belt, a pikachu.

------------- Act 4: Outside the school -------------

“Finally the moment of my lifetime!”

I was too engrossed to notice that the students moving were laughing at my dirty coat.

“Damn I haven’t been in a battle for a long time.”

I dusted off some of the dirt that piled on me during that back alley incident.

“Lapras Valley University, here I come as I took my first step into the campus premises.”

The school bell rang, signaling the start of the university.

*Plays ‘Love’s a Riddle!’ by Kotoko as opening music theme*

~.~Lapras Valley University Starts!~.~

Five years have pass in a winking of an eye since the last RPG in Lapras Valley University happened. The surrounding area in which Lapras Valley University is located in had improved greatly in terms of accessibility and shopping and commercial districts starts popping out like no tomorrow due to the successful economic reforms.

Students other than those around the Kanto, Johto, Shihou and Houen area had heard of this prestigious tertiary institution from far and came over to study here. Hence the education competitiveness had been raised and many great education reforms occurred over this period. To earn a bachelor for training battling pokemon in the past used to be an easy feat but not anymore as the modules get more difficult. On top of that, two more additional degrees were added into the curriculum, they are the breeding courses and the pokemon contest courses.

You are an ordinary student who had been accepted into the institution and belonged to one of the three faculties. However the three faculties had always been at odds with each other and each student from each of these faculty treats the rest as rivals. A mere confrontation with a student of a different major will result in an arguments and most times, it would be settled through confrontation of pokemon battles. The best primitive method to resolve any enmity.

You have ambition to either become a top pokemon trainer, a top class breeder or the top pokemon contest entertainer. By any means, you will go through your student life there and made new friends and enemies along the way. To make your mark there, you may even battle your way to the top, against friends and enemies alike. Will you make it?

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Map of Lapras Valley University Campus

Battler's Forest: This is a large lush green forest that is only open to the students from the campus. Your very first orientation camp is held here. Only pokemons from the Kanto region can be found here. Pokemon captures are allowed in the forest but the trainers would be needed to register with the counter located at the enterance of the forest (marked with an arrow)

Battler's arena: If you are itching for a battle, you are welcome to participate in one here. Just register your battle with a professor and he will officially be the umpire and ensure that there is no foul play.

School building A to F: These are where your lectures and tutorials are going to be held in. The canteen would be at building C whereas the bookshop abd library would be allocated in building F. Pokemon Centre is located at Building A, just to note.

Dorms (Anka, Midori & Kuro): Nothing much, just note your geographical positions in the map.

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Additional rules – adapted from the original Lapras Valley University by Drusilla

1) Up to 6 Pokemon per student
2) All students are normal people. This means NO psychic powers, morphing abilities, coming back from the dead, or anything else you crazy people come up with.
3) NO FREAKIN' LADY BLASTOISE! She was OK at first, but she REALLY got on my nerves after awhile, and I'm not the only one. And no one likes her.
4) The only reason any legendaries should be in here is if we go on a "field trip" and see one. No student may have a legendary.
5) Please keep Team Rocket in limited amounts. I will be the judge of what is too much on this one...
6) If you have a problem with how one person is posting (ex- Putting Caps On Every Word Like This) please post a courteous request for them to stop.

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Additional Rules in place

1) Classes starts from 8 am in the morning and ends at 6 pm in the evenings.
2) Students are given time out on weekends but curfews starts at 10 pm onwards for weekends and 8 pm for weekdays.
3) Students are only allowed a maximum of 6 pokemons. Apologises if this was not inform earlier but it is to allow me to keep track on your pokemons. You may wish to update on your sign up later after this.
4) LSUs are welcomed but they will have post their signs up in the sign up topic instead of the main RPG topic and wait for approval before they can start posting.
5) Dorm room- sharing with a person from the opposite sex is allowed but it depends on how you RPG it to be. Each dorm room will their own toilet.

Dorm Details as followed,

Midori Dorm
~Genki Katchum~ (M)
Shadow Djinn (M)
Weasel Overlord (M)
Ultimate Charizard (M)
Crazy Elf Boy (F)
Hyperness is a Good Thing (F)
Crystal Tears (F)

Kuro Dorm
Blademaster (M)
Dark-san (M)
darktyranitar (M)
Emotional Faun Chiko-sai (F)
The_Missing_Link (F)
Classy cat 18 (F)
River (F)

Anka Dorm
Perfect Chaos (M)
Mystic_clown (M)
Prof. Jb Wolf (M)
Bulbasaur4 (M)
Roy Karrde (F)
EngiMatikul (F)

Scene 1: Everyone will start out in a compulsory freshman orientation camp. From you are welcome to make friends along the way. Relationships are always encouraged.

*This was one of the epic RPG that TPM had ever produced. Lets hope that there would be a decent response on this remake topic. The original topic is located here,

Original Lapras Valley Uni topic

Chat topic has been set up, RPGers are reminded to take a look at the RPG lounge and check out their dorm mates.

------------- Act 5: Meanwhile… -------------

“Randy, what happen? Why does your right arm wobble?”

“Guys, bring him to the nearest clinic. Do you want him to die here?”

The men hurriedly moved swiftly to escort their injured comrade to the clinic.

“What happen? And there better be a good explanation on this!”

Chris Coleman demands from his men, which was at the scene.

“Well you see, boss. We met up with a freshman and he did that to Randy. We all freaked out as it happens so fast and we fled.”

“And you left the scene without getting any pokemons? You pile of garbage?”

His men beg for his forgiveness but Chris’ mind drifted off elsewhere.

“This is too much of a co-incidence. I send out the other batch of men to go after another target and they report the same situation. This time round it was a weird looking tanned boy.

This comparing to the dwarf, who identified himself as Vincent Lancaster, saved the other kid, which I send my men out earlier to retrieve his pokemons. Looks like this year’s freshmen are not to be under- estimated.”

He was deep in thought until the PA system interrupted it.

“All freshmen are to report to the gate of Battler’s Forest by 1 pm. You are to unpack your stuffs at your relevant dorm before meeting up with your various professors.

Midori dorm, please report to Professor Simon Cowell. Kuro dorm, please report to Dr Paula. Anka dorm, please report to Associate Professor Wilson Tong.

Thank you.”

Points to note:

1) Tags Blademaster – Its your turn now ^.^

2) Yup, I introduced in a villain. Chris Coleman and his gang. Chris Coleman is a second year student who resides in Anka Dorm. Nobody knows that he is the notorious leader who steal pokemons from the weaker students. He pull strings from the shadow and it is always Randy, who is his forerunner and resides in Kuro Dorm, that runs all the dirty work.

3) Perfect Chaos and Roy Karrde's characters now shares a room. A reminder is that I have no problem on who you want your character to share the room with. If there is not any problem by default, the guys in a room and the ladies in the other.

4) Next Chapter: The Rival

[Roy Karrde]

Name: Akira Hamilton
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Physical Desc.: With shoulder length red hair, and hazel eyes she looks just like another pretty face. She has a slender yet athletic build, medium size breasts and hips, wearing a cut off denim jacket with the sleeves cut off, with it coming down to just above her waist, a red undershirt beneath it with sleeves. Wearing a denim shorts that come down half way to her knees.
Personality: She has a very eccentric, very bubbly personality, her favorite word being “Awesome!”. She is not a valley girl though, and usually does stuff her own style. She enjoys being athletic and usually practices in the halls.
Bf/Gf: None
History: Into Gymnastics at the age of four she became very skilled in the art, after moving from Hoenn, she began to work by herself and with her two Pokemon a Chikorita and a Ralts in performing their own shows for the neighborhood. Coming to the school she wants to learn how to perfect her talent for gymnastics with Pokemon Contests, hoping that she will be able to perform along side her Pokemon in Contests, a dream which she has had for a long time.
Other: Very Skilled in Gymnastics
Pokemons: Chikorita and Kirla
Degree: Contest

Akira Hamilton
~*~*~*~*~ Lost ~*~*~*~*~

I stepped off the train, breathing in the fresh air of the Indigo Plateau and stood there defiantly. It was as if it were myself versus the world, and I was taking my first steps in that battle. “And I am going to win! WIN! WIN!” I declared in jubilance racing forward into the bustling streets. “But where is the Lapras Valley University?” I asked myself, pulling the map out of my traveling suitcase.

The map itself was a jumbled mess, how was I going to figure this out? I glanced up, looking left, and then right. “This looks right.” I crumpled the map in my pocket and took off to the left, walking several blocks which seemed to look less and less like the pictures the University provided on its website. “Maybe… it’s this way!” I picked a direction and took off running, my rolling suitcase trailing behind me as I ran through alleys and backstreets.

More than a hour later I had stopped gasping for breath, sweat trickled down my brow, landing on my hand as I moved them up, running my fingers through my hair. “Where is this place…” I asked, glancing around, finally spotting some students walking through a gate entrance that was quickly being shut. “Crap that must be it.” I gasped, racing forward, my feet pounding the pavement. The gate shut with me still a good twenty feet away, but that wouldn’t stop me.

With a quick leap, I jumped to the top of some boxes that were piled up against the building opposite of the gate. Using my speed I leapt to the roof, springing off of it as if it were a trampoline and spun myself in the air, effortlessly leaping over the gate with my suitcase before landing in the grass much to the stunned students. “Is this Lapras Valley University? Did I make it?” I gasped, picking up my suitcase and straightening myself in front of the students, which looked more like adults now.

“That was…” One of them finally spoke up.

“Really Really Awesome, I know.” I grinned sheepishly, rubbing the back of my head.

“Useless… there is a student’s entrance further down the way.” One of them pointed out, and then jerked a finger at the gate. “This is a entrance just for the professors.”

I glanced at the gate, and then at the student’s entrance. “Oh Crap.” I mumbled, backing up slightly, and then made a run to the student’s entrance with my suitcase.

Finding my dorm and signing in proved a bit easier, as there were arrows and helpful students pointing out everything. Finally with wide eyed anticipation I opened the door to the room, it came with two small bedrooms connected to a larger one as well as a fully functional bathroom. “WOW! It’s like a mini house!” I gasped in shocked, running in, and tossing my suitcase onto the bed and throwing it open.

“This will be great! I even get a room mate!” I noted the extra room and grabbed a chair from the main room. First thing first I needed to do some practicing so that I could keep in shape. Using my left hand as balance I swung around into a handstand ontop of the chair, my hair hanging over my face as I stood only on my hand with my legs going straight in the air, and then into a split into the air.

A knock on the door drew my attention, from my upside down vision I noticed a boy standing infront of the doorway, bags in hand. Was he lost? “Hey.. I’m your roommate.” He walked in. The shock of those few words hit me so hard that I went tumbling off of the chair. WHAT? A BOY AS MY ROOMMATE?!

[Mystic_clown]

Name: Ienzo Lumaria
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Physical Desc.: quite small, standing at 5 foot with a lean build and a slightly pale complexion. Despite the fact he looks quite young, he has gray hair which covers his right eye. His visible eye, which is a cloudy blue in color, seems to stand out on his face. Due to his short height and young looking face, he’s often considered adorable by girls, and due to his hair and his preference to the color black, he’s considered emo by others.

As for clothing, Ienzo wear’s a lot of black. He wears a white, singlet underneath a black leather coat which is usually fully done up, black pants, boots and glove. Due to his choice of clothing, it adds to his ‘emo’ appearance.
Personality: Despite his appearance, Ienzo isn’t really emo at all. He’s a nice guy and someone you can get along with quite easily. However, he gets quite shy when around girls, especially the pretty ones. Due to his shy persona, people tend to think a bit little of him. This usually results in him being one smug little bastard when he proves he’s better than others. He likes listening to music, especially rock and can be seen attending karaoke nights.
Bf/Gf: none at the moment…poor little emo L
History: Ienzo was never much of a battler. In fact, the only reason he will battle is to try and capture a pokemon. Ienzo prefers showmanship over all else, especially with all the live shows he went to in his youth. After all, Saffron City thrives with entertainment. However, due to his lack of talent, he’s rather shy when it comes to performing himself and normally restricts himself to either lip-syncing along with rock CDs or going to karaoke nights (no one’s told him this, but he’s pretty good). When he learnt about pokemon contests, he saw this as a chance for the fame he’s always wanted. He set out collecting pokemon for his show. However, his first show was, shall we say, less then spectacular, and Ienzo’s shyness returned. He enrolled in Lapras Valley in the hopes he can improve his show and get back on the road to fame.
Other: Who’s a cute little emo?
Pokemons: Mawile (f), Lunatone (m), Solrock (f), Camerupt (m), Misdreavus (f)
Degree: Contest

Ienzo Lumaria
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Crawling in my skin,
These wounds, they will not heal!

Ienzo bobbed his head to the music from his headphones as the bus pulled up to the gates.

"Last stop, Lapras Valley University."

Ienzo climbed to his seat, collecting his duffle bag full of clothes, food and CDs (his favourite bands). He couldn't help but feel a little dwarfed by some of his future classmates. a lot of them were 6 foot, and with him being a foot shorter, well, you can understand him feeling a little small.

As he stepped off of the bus, he took a look at the univeristy before him. The place seemed huge, once again making the grey haired emo look-a-like feel small.

"Well," he shrugged, "I guess this is my home for the next four years."

He switched to another song on his I-pod and entered the grounds, bobbing his head to the music.

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"That will be $7.60 thanks."

Ienzo nodded as he handed the money and took his hot dog and soda. He walked away from the counter, taking a huge bite out of it. He bobbed his head slightly to hte music, closing his eyes.

Not a smart move.

Ienzo fell back when he bumped into something, his soda spilling everywhere. Ienzo heard a gasp and an annoyed growl.

"Watch it!"

Ienzo groaned as he climbed to his feet.

"Sorry about that..." he trialed off when he noticed the tall woman in front of him. She was about 6 foot with black hair with red streaks.

She looked at the soda stain on her shirt and snarled.

"watch where you're going next time," she said as she walked past, adding "Little emo runt."

Ienzo's eye twitched. She did NOT just call him emo.

"For your information," he said, spinning around, "I am NOT and emo!"

"Really," she said looking back, "you could have fooled me. Well, anyway, you're a runt and you're a clutz."

Ienzo's initial shyness faded to irritation.

"And YOU are a beanpole and a bitch," he snarled, "It was an accident for crying out loud and you started calling me names!"

"Yeah, and acident that ruined my shirt!"

"I said I was sorry! Geez!"

"Sorry doesn't get the stain out of my shirt!"

“All freshmen are to report to the gate of Battler’s Forest by 1 pm. You are to unpack your stuffs at your relevant dorm before meeting up with your various professors.

Midori dorm, please report to Professor Simon Cowell. Kuro dorm, please report to Dr Paula. Anka dorm, please report to Associate Professor Wilson Tong.

Thank you.”

The pair looked u at the speaker, glared at eachoither before heading their seperate way towards the gates.

Of course, Ienzo was going the wrong way.


TAG Crazy Elf Boy.

[classy_cat18]

Name: Naomi Windfall
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Physical Desc.: A slim, dark skinned individual standing at six feet, Naomi seems a little out of place. Her dark brown hair is usually in a long ponytail that goes halfway down her back and goes with her lighter brown eyes. She wears a denim jacket that covers a white sleeveless tee and blue jeans. She sometimes takes the jacket off during battle. Her jewelry consists of a black choker with a Lure Ball charm and a silver bracelet with charms that look like the eight Kanto gym badges.
Personality: Naomi has a bubbly spirit and slightly ditzy personality. However, it's hard to say whether she's really dumb or just acting that way. It's sometimes easy for her to get distracted by Pokemon related things. She is easily affected by cuteness and will melt at the sight of even an opponent's Pokemon. But during battle she can think on her feet and has a good knowledge of Pokemon. Can often be seen talking or singing to her Pokemon.
Bf/Gf: Any takers?
History: Born and raised in the Orange Islands, she wrapped herself in Pokemon skills as there was little to do at first. Naval Island was her "home base" but her parents' role as researchers had her travelling to different islands. Meeting professors from other regions gave her the opportunity to meet and catch different Pokemon. Although she hasn't competed in any league tournament, she has formed a team with good potential.
Other: Has bouts where she craves something sweet.
Pokemon: Female Roselia (Demeter), Staryu (Jewel), Male Kecleon (Bandit), Male Luxio (Static), Female Swellow (Swoop), Male Quilava (Dante)
Degree: Battling

"Thanks for the ride!" I told the bus driver as he stopped at the main gates and let me off. He gave me one last strange look before driving off.

I slowly turned and gazed at the main gates. There was a little sign that pointed the way for the students' entrance. Feeling a little awkward just standing there by myself, I let out Dante to let him have a little fresh air. "Here we are! Whatcha think?" I asked him.

My Quilava stuck his head through the the bars of the gate and dashed through. "Guess he likes it. Hey, wait for me!" I called out to him. I ran through the other entrance and began my search for him.

It didn't take me long to find Dante. He quickly found out that the dirt on the campus was great for digging through. A large hole was in the front of the building marked "Midori". I whistled for him, giggling when he popped his head out and gave me a very cute look. "Lava?" he asked.

I crouched in front of him and smiled in understanding. "Is the ground to your liking?" He nodded in earnest. I scratched behind his ears. "Don't run off like that without telling me. At least go with one of your teammates." I stood up and started to walk off, Dante eagerly trotting behind me.

“All freshmen are to report to the gate of Battler’s Forest by 1 pm. You are to unpack your stuffs at your relevant dorm before meeting up with your various professors.

Midori dorm, please report to Professor Simon Cowell. Kuro dorm, please report to Dr Paula. Anka dorm, please report to Associate Professor Wilson Tong.

Thank you.”

I pulled out my map. "Where are you, Kuro Dorm? Kuro? Oh, Kuro?" I took a left and found it. "There you are! Dante, this is where we'll be staying!"

Dante raised a paw. "Quilava!" He ran with me in the building.

The first room that I looked in seemed like a living room with smaller rooms connected to it. I peeked in one of the smaller rooms. "It's a bedroom. I get this bed!" I plopped down on the one on the left and set down my suitcase. "It's soooo comfortable! Dante, do you like this place?"

"Qui!" he said happily.

"The others will be out to see our new home soon." We both turned our heads to the doorway as we heard footsteps approach us.

[Hyperness is a Good Thing]

My sign up can be found here.

//Aislin Vadasy //

She stared a little gloomily at the large airy campus before her, looking down once in a while at the map she clenched in her hand. Cho-cho, who walked by her side, seemed rather excited, but Aislin was pretty much tired out by the long journey she had made to get all the way here. It would have been lonely too, if it wasn’t for her Pokemon. Her brothers had been too busy to accompany her, and her parents had been swamped with work lately too. Tugging at her ears gloomily, she felt them empty and sighed. In her anxiety while getting ready, she had negleted to wear ANY earrings, and as a consequence now felt naked.

Sighing, she dragged her luggage in the general direction of what the map told her was Midori Dorm. Her stomach was a little fluttery as she approached, her mind churning with a thousand worries. Having been home schooled much of her life, she didn’t really have many friends, and wasn’t sure if this great big university was a good place to meet and make them.

The dorm itself looked rather pleasant on the outside, and she felt cheered, slightly. As the numerous PAs had told her, she was to unpack and then meet up with some Professor Simon before assembling with her fellow freshman at… She referred to her map, ah yes, Battler’s Forest. As her mind wondered about whether the apostrophe should be before or after the S, she stopped walking, standing in place motionlessly.

A slight warning nudge from Cho-cho, who was used to her trainer’s oddities, warned her, and she moved out of the way just in time as a ball of energy barrelled past her, skidded to a stop at a door, and opening it with a clatter, ran in, slamming the door closed.

Shrugging, Aislin assumed that it was probably a senior or sophomore, and decided to find her room before she started daydreaming again. Passing by what looked like a comfortable lounge, and several doors, she finally found her room.

Pausing tentatively, she took a deep breath and threw it open, walking in confidently, a big smile plastered on her face to find… an empty room. Hanging her head slightly in disappointment, she plonked her bag down beside a random bed, not bothering to choose, to await the arrival of her future room mates. Cho-cho took the opportunity to make herself comfortable, leaping on the bed and messing up its neat sheets, curling into a ball to have a nice snooze.

Aislin took the opportunity to stare around the room, taking in the warm colours, the neat surroundings, and felt a sense of peace suffuse through her. Opening her luggage, she grabbed the box that contained all her favourite earrings, picking out a few to put them on. It probably wouldn't be all that bad, would it?

The door burst open with a loud bang, and Aislin instinctively jumped to her feet, staring at the newcomer. Tall, blonde, stunning good looks,bright red shirt, tight blue jeans... He looked utterly flamboyant and was prettier than any man had a right to be.

"Hello dahling!" he declared, spotting her, holding the box loosely in her hand.

She simply stared, mouth gaped open in shock. Who on earth could this be?

Tag Wurz.

[Blademaster]

1) Tags Blademaster – Its your turn now ^.^

You sly bastard, you must be a mind-reader! XD I was HOPING to see a bit of action when Randy and his buddies showed up. Thanks!


Name: Vincent "Slick Vince" Lancaster
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Physical Desc.: Vince is a dwarf, a mere meter in height and weighing only 90 pounds. He has short red hair and a goatee of the same color, piercing brown eyes hidden behind black shades, and, despite his small size, surprisingly well-developed muscles. He usually wears a long-sleeved black shirt under a brown vest, navy jeans, and white sneakers with blue tongues and soles. Holding his pants up is a black belt with six studs around it; between each pair of studs is a single Pokeball.
Personality: This spry little guy is, in one word, competitive. He's mouthy, determined, and not shy about slinging insults at those who pester him, especially on his size. As competitive as he is, though, he's a kind person at heart and won't back down from any opponent or challenge.
Bf/Gf: Open.
History: Vince grew up in New Bark Town; as a child, he was picked on frequently for his small size, not that he ever let it bother him - anyone who insulted him too much got quite a nasty surprise from the little spitfire, usually in the form of a punch in the groin and/or a stinging series of insults. At the age of ten, Vince went for his Trainer's License, receiving a Torchic from Professor Birch and going on a quest around Hoenn; within three short years, he'd earned no less than twenty Badges from all across Hoenn, Johto, and Shinno. At the age of 15, he bested the Elite Four and became a Pokemon League Champion, but he still wasn't satisfied; he continued battling Gym Leaders until he eventually was accepted into Lapras Valley University. His skills were so impressive, he was accepted into the University a year early.
Other: He hates losing only because he does so so infrequently.
Pokemon:
-Blaziken (M) "Suzaku"
-Kingdra (F) "Seiryu"
-Electivire (M) "Byakko"
-Torterra (M) "Genbu"
-Drifblim (F) "Akasha"
-Ditto (N) "Shiki"
Degree: Battling

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Vince

Vince stared up at Lapras Valley University, his wheeled suitcase towering a good half a foot over his own head.

'Meh, at least it blocks the Sun.' thought the miniature man, removing his sunglasses and looking up at the building before him, then removing a pamphlet from his vest and examining it.

'OK, so, where am I?' he thought. 'It looks like...'

He looked up at a huge white building with a green Pokeball emblem at its apex; not too far away, a series of smaller buildings surrounded the larger one on three sides.

'Looks like that's the Midori Dorm.' Vince thought, frowning. 'Figures that my dorm is the furthest one from here.'

Vince sighed and replaced his shades and the pamphlet, pulling his suitcase behind him as he toddled towards his dorm.

As he passed the Midori Dorm, two new buildings came into view - one on his right and one ahead of him, a bit to the left. The former was identical to the Midori Dorm, save for its Pokeball emblem being the standard red; the latter was just the same, but with a black Pokeball emblem.

'Home sweet home.' Vince thought, smirking slightly as he rounded a corner and headed towards the dorm.

"N-no...! Stay back!"

Vince's ears perked up at the sound of an impish male voice from not too far away.

"What the bloody Hell...?" Vince mused, spotting a narrow alley between the two nearest school buildings. Abandoning his luggage for a moment, he quietly dashed up to the corner of the nearer building and peeked into the alley.

Huddled against a dumpster was a skinny boy about Vince's age with shaggy brown hair and thin glasses. He looked up in fear at his assailants - three rough-looking teenage males clad in dark boots, pants, and vests. In short, they all were identical, except that one was a bit fat, with long blonde hair, one was taller than the others, with short black hair and a chain in his hand, and the apparent leader of the group had a black ponytail and what looked like steel spikes protruding from the shoulders of his vest, the waistline and cuffs of his pants, and a pair of black bands on his wrists.

"Stay back?" the spiked one mused. "We will, kid - just hand over your rarest Pokemon and we'll leave you alone."

"M-my Pokemon?!" the thin boy sputtered. "But, ALL of them are rare!"

The spiked man smiled coldly.

"Really?" he taunted. "How nice of you to tell us that. Then hand over all of them, and not only will we not hurt you, but our boss just might offer you a position in his organization. He's always looking for new, rare Pokemon; a guy like you might serve his needs well."

"I can't just hand over my Pokemon!" the boy said, fearful yet defiant. "They're my friends!"

The three thugs laughed at this.

"Friends?" the fat one echoed, chuckling a guttural chuckle. "That's a good one - Pokemon are just dumb animals. They have no purpose but to battle."

"And to make money!" the tall one chipped in in a voice that made it obvious he was missing a few screws. "Ain't that right, Marcus!?"

The spiked man, identified as Marcus, chuckled and nodded.

"Right you are, Freddie." he sneered, his steely eyes not living the boy before him. "Now, I'm gonna say this one more time: You can, A, hand over your Pokemon, or B, we can take them by force."

Vince frowned.

"And the answer is... C!" the dwarf barked, stepping into the alley. "You punks can leave here in a few body bags - without his Pokemon!"

The trio of thugs instantly turned towards the source of the sound.

"What?" Marcus frowned, squinting at the minute figure stepping towards him. "Hey, beat it, Junior."

"Junior?" Vince scowled. "My age is higher than your IQ, you pinheaded prick! Granted, that might still make me pretty young, though..."

"You got a real mouth on you, Shorty." Marcus growled. "Now why don't you go back to the Keebler forest before we have to get physical on you, too?"

Vince's eyebrow twitched.

"Shorty?" he echoed, the veins in his eyes bulging behind his shades. "SHORTY?!"

Without another word, Vince shouted a war cry and punched Marcus...

Right in the crotch.

Marcus' eyes bugged out.

"Oh, shit..." he gasped, his voice practically a falsetto as he fell on his back, his hands instinctively flying to his groin (for all the good it'd do him now).

"Who's short now, you scruffy bastard?! Huh?! HUH?!" Vince barked at the fallen punk. "How do YOU like being looked down on!? How does it feel t- HEY!!"

Vince yelled and kicked savagely as the fat punk grabbed him by the back of his shirt and lifted him off the ground.

"You got some nerve, you freaky little gnome!" he bellowed. "You're messing with Lapras Valley University's finest here!"

"Finest?! FINEST!?!" Vince snapped. "If YOU sorry sons of bitches are the best that this place can offer, then I'm demanding my first tuition payment back! I've seen pre-schools that turn out finer graduates than you scumbags!"

WHAM!

Vince cried out in pain as he was hurled backwards, flying through the air and slamming into the open lid of the dumpster before plummeting inside, the lid slamming over his head.

"We'll deal with you in a minute, Mr. Hero!" Freddie cackled, slamming a fist on the dumpster a few times before turning back to his 'boss.' "Hey, Marcus, are you OK?"

"Do I LOOK okay to you?!" Marcus snarled, getting up with a little help from the fat thug. He turned and faced the skinny boy from earlier.

"No more playing nice." he growled, pulling a switchblade from his pocket. "Now we get mean."

None of them noticed a flash of light from the dumpster beside them.

"N-no..." the meek boy whimpered, scuttling back a few feet. "No... somebody... help meeeee!"

All was silent for a brief moment; then...

KA-WHAM!!

The four of them instinctively covered their heads as a great impact rang out behind them; a massive slab of green metal went flying behind them, bouncing off the wall of the building and skidding to a halt several feet away.

The three thugs looked at the slab curiously; their eyes flew open.

It was a side of the dumpster...

The three thugs slowly looked up.

"Oh, shit." Marcus muttered.

Standing before the trio of thugs was a very angry Vince; beside him was a creature at least twice his height, yellow-and-black with blunt claws on his feet, black fingers, and two curving black antennae with red tips that matched his glowing eyes.

An Electivire.

"Byakko..." Vince said fiercely. "Thunderbolt."

The tigerlike beast snarled, electricity arcing between his two pairs of antennae and then firing at the three punks, electrocuting all three of them with a series of agonized screams.

Seconds later, the three punks lay twitching on the ground, smoke rising from their bodies.

The to-be victim looked down at them in shock, then at Vince.

"Th-thank you..." he said, still in utter disbelief.

"Forget it." Vince said, waving his stubby hand. "Go on, get outta here before the paralysis wears off these idiots."

The boy nodded and rushed off, stumbling out of the alley and bolting off to the right with a rushed "Thanks again!" before his footsteps faded away.

"How..." Marcus muttered through gritted teeth. "How could... we... we're Lapras Valley University's best..."

"Not anymore, hotshot." Vince sneered, recalling his Electivire and stepping on the man's crotch again as he headed back the way he'd come. "You dickheads tell this 'boss' of yours that there's a new king of the campus, and his name is Vincent Lancaster."

With that, the dwarf made his way out of the alley and reclaimed his luggage, heading back towards the Kuro Dorm.

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A short while later, Vince had arrived at the dorm and was reclining in the bed of his new room.

"Now THIS is more like it..." Vince sighed, his hands behind his head. "Resting in a nice, quiet dorm room VS. fighting a bunch of stinkin' street punks? No contest, right gang?"

All of his Pokemon voiced their agreements - his smallest was perched on the pillow of his bed, and his starter was reclining on a second bed in the room. His Electivire was fiddling with the computer, while two others were reclining on the floor, laying down or leaning against the wall, half-asleep. His last one hovered lazily in the air, a bit unhappy with the sunny weather but otherwise not complaining about much.

The seven of them were enjoying their rest, when a voice from out of nowhere interrupted them:

“All freshmen are to report to the gate of Battler’s Forest by 1 pm. You are to unpack your stuffs at your relevant dorm before meeting up with your various professors.

Midori dorm, please report to Professor Simon Cowell. Kuro dorm, please report to Dr Paula. Anka dorm, please report to Associate Professor Wilson Tong.

Thank you.”

Vince groaned and opened one eye.

"One PM, huh?" he muttered, looking at the clock on the wall.

12:15pm.

Vince yawned.

"There's no rush just yet..." he muttered.

His starter growled in protest, his voice adopting a somewhat parental tone.

Vince rolled his eyes.

"OK, OK, fine..." he grumbled, getting up. "I'm hungry, anyway..."

Vince tossed his (mostly) empty suitcase on the bed, indicating it was his, and recalled his Pokemon, then reached for the doorknob.

But to his surprise, it twisted by itself, and the door swung open; a tall figure stood before him...

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Any potential roommates or lost students, you're up.

[Dark-San]

~Hiroshi Nagasaki~

Chapter 2: The Rival

Slowly, I tugged my way to the Kuro dorm.

“Damn why must the dorm be that far out?”

Looking onto my pamphlet, compared to both Midori and Anka dorm, Kuro dorm is much further down behind block B.

“Damn doesn’t this means that when I have to go to the library, it is going to be like a ‘pain in the ass’ chore.”

I muttered under my breath and scores of onlookers stared hard at this real dirty freshman.

Sounds of laughter could be heard as I passed by those students.

“I really need to hit the showers before I head out to the Battler’s forest.”

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Upon entering the Kuro Dorm, I was greeted instantly with an unpleasant sight.

The scene is not unpleasant to other’s perspective but in my opinion, it is. There were like four to five students, freshmen and seniors alike, crowding around the hallway, exchanging battle tips.

This disgusts me much.

“Blah battlers, they know nuts about taking good care of their pokemons.”

As I spoke softly to myself, a lady from the stairway angle grinned at me.

“Hi, what’s your name?”

“Do you live here?”

“Why is your clothes that dirty?”

I scowled at her each time she asked me those questions.

“A shy- one, heh?”

She spoke as I then took notice of the breeding magazine, which she had on her hands.

Perhaps she is not one of those battlers after all.

“My name is Namie Lloyd. Nice to meet you.”

“Erm… hi.”

I greeted her for a short instance before making my way on to the second level.

It was the first time that I had spoken to a lady for around 3 years. It may have sound pathetic but ever since I broke up ties with my mom, I had never spoken to anyone of the opposite gender.

Making to my way to the outside of the room, I turn the knob and try to squeeze myself together with my luggage hindering me.

And there it was. A scene of a dwarf with his well evolved pokemons, greeting my sight.

“So you are my room mate, heh?”

Points to note:

1) Tags Blademaster – I’m your new roommate but don’t be happy yet since you know my character hates people from the battling degree.
2) Tags darktyranitar – You better make your sign-up now.
3) Tags Yi wen - You better make up your decision on whether you want to switch your dorm.
4) The room in which Blademaster and I resides in can housed up to three people. Hence the last spot would go to darktyranitar.
5) Chapter 3: Orientation Camp, here we go.

[Emotional Faun Chiko-sai]

Dark: Yes.. no... maybe... I don't know... I'm sorry >< will confirm this later if I can get up early enough in the morning... bugger timezones.

Short intropost, the style in which I'm writing this doesn't encourage length and I'm tired... *heads to bed*

Signup here

Namie Lloyd
"Currently Obeying My Parents - Namie to Ken. oo"

Two weeks ago.

Namie's uncle is come to visit. The excessively suburban nature of the unremarkable old house is lightened a little by the exotic gifts he brings: fragrant lei, berries of the strangest colours, a fertility idol in the shape of a Manaphy which he says was given to him by the natives of Fiore in return for a favour.

In her head Namie thinks of her uncle as Indiana Jones, but his name is really Souji Lloyd the Second, which doesn't roll off the tongue quite so well, and besides Rangers do not participate in archaeological digs; Rangers save Pokemon, and people. Souji Lloyd the Second brushes off the playful attacks of Ryo Lloyd the Baby of the Family and beckons to Namie, who has the dubious privilege of being his favourite niece:

"Here, Miechin, I've got something to talk to you about..."

Namie tells Ryo to go cheer Nishikaze up, a game he enjoys all the more because he never does ever manage to cheer the depressive Haunter up, and follows her uncle out into their miniscule garden. Her parents are keen gardeners, so the overall impression is that of a five-foot-square piece of jungle. Her uncle fiddles distractedly with a suspicious-looking liana.

"So I hear you're going to Lapras Valley University, Miechin?"

"Yes, term starts week after week after next, ojii-san."

"Time flies, doesn't it? The last time I was here your stupid brother Ken was the one supposed to go to uni. What is the boy doing now?"

"He's playing to sold-out concerts all over the worlds... he's coming back to Johto for a gig in Goldenrod next week, though. I'm going."

"Talking about stupid boys - you know my stupid nephew Ichi?"

"Ah, my cousin Tsurugi-sama." As far as Namie knows, Ichigo Tsurugi Lloyd is the heir of the main Lloyd house, someone to whose name should be attached the suffix -sama, and very possibly some sort of cousin of hers. She has never met him, she being from one of the less moneyed branches who claim the family Lloyd as their own. Namie's parents are the sort that skimp on daily life to scrape together enough funds to send their children to prestigious universities. They have not had much cause to come into contact with the richer Lloyds. She remembers, vaguely, a photograph of an imperious boy with fierce eyes.

"Yes, your stupid cousin Ichi - don't use Tsurugi-sama, it'll swell his already overlarge head... he's going to LVU too, and, well-" Souji regards his niece warily, as if he doesn't exactly know how to phrase what he's about to say next.

Namie politely inserts a question into the widening chasm of silence. "You want me to look out for him, on account of his being so stupid, ojii-san?"

"Yes, absolutely! Something like that, anyway... he was even more stupid before I took him in hand... though I'm not sure anymore, last time I saw him he had a stupid friend with him... Stop him from doing anything too moronic, will you? It's bad for the family, and for him, too."

"How shall I recognise my stupid cousin Ichi, then? I've not seen him before."

"Oh, he's about your age," Souji waves his hand vaguely in the air. "About this height. Carries a sword. Pokemon all following him about like some menagerie escaped from a zoo. Dresses like a ponce - aaaaaah, you'll know him when you see him, just look for the biggest idiot you've ever seen."

Namie digests all this information with unparalleled amusement. Kuriko, she has heard, is also going to Ell Vee You. Further education may be more interesting than she had thought it would be.

"Yes, ojii-san."

*

Saturday last, nine fifty-six pm, Kogane-AX, Goldenrod City.

As the lights dim the first drum beat rings out into the silent expectations of the crowd. This is only a concert for people, but attendees are encouraged to bring their Pokemon, and so there are some odder shapes among the already odd shadows cast by the hairstyles of the humans. Namie is in the front row.

Ken Lloyd speaks, beringed fingers gripping the microphone almost sensually:

"And now, for my next number - I'd like to return to the classics..."

*

And now...

Fluffy blinks up at her owner, trying her very best to look adorable. Shreds of important university documentation drift to the ground, the remainder of which is mashed round the formidable canines of the Gible. She ingratiates herself by fawning upon her owner's stylish ski boots, leaving a thin film of drool upon the soft suede uppers.

Picking her up and stroking her with a mild hint of annoyance, Namie addresses her Haunter. "Well, Nishikaze. I don't suppose it was a very good idea to let Fluffy hold my papers."

- I have a dire feeling that you are very much correct in your supposition.

"That was why I had let you hold them, instead, while I tried to make conversation with that remarkably reticent young man."

- I was not aware of your intentions. I apologize for my sudden lapse of idiocy.

"Now I'll have to look for a professor first, I wouldn't want to cause confusion and be found in the wrong dorm." She begins to walk downstairs, Fluffy curled in the crook of an arm and amazingly managing to maneuver her extremely large suitcase with the other.

- How regrettably inconvenient.

"You want to take the campus tour, don't you, Nishikaze?"

- An answer to that is not required of me.

"I understand perfectly."

- You always do. (Said rather more dourly than usual.)

They reach the bottom of the staircase. Namie puts Fluffy on top of the suitcase, and the Gible drowses contentedly as it is trawled out of the confines of Kuro Dorm.

...yes an excuse for me to be tagged by people outside my dorm. :x

[Crazy Elf Boy]

Name: Lyzolda Kuro

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Physical Desc.: Lyzolda stands about 6 feet tall with medium length jet black hair with red streaks through it. She has light coloured skin and normally wears a short black shirt with long white sleeves attached to it, Lyzolda always wears a pair of "lucky" blue jeans with a hole over the left kneecap and a long tear over the right calf from an unknown cause. She also always carries a large brown bag with her filled with useful berries

Personality: Lyzolda has a quite harsh personality, she takes great pride in her work and if any one critises anything she does or any of her methods she will almost bring them to near death. Though under this tough exterior Lyzolda is quite nice, but it takes a special person to get past this barrier.

Bf/Gf: Any takers?

History: Lyzolda grew up in the small island town of Dewford in the Hoenn region. At a very young age she started to become involved with pokemon. Getting her very first pokemon from the very same island a cute little Aron which she named Shell Ryu. This sparked her interest in pokemon and her dream to breed them. But over the years she was picked on for breeding rather then battling pokemon.
She became a fierce battler just to show them up, as time took its course Lyzolda became harder with a metaphoric shell just like her Aron. This shell prevented any emotions or feeling being expressed. She also has a knack for growing and using berries

Pokemon: Aggron (Shell Ryu). Flygon (Seraph), Whiscash (Tremor), Scout (Linoone), Torps (Garchomp), Kitsune Chan (Riolu)

Degree: Breeding

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LYZOLDA

I was finally awakened by the slight rocking of the train as it reached its final stop.

"Lapras University, last stop end of the line" crackled a voice over the loud speaker

"Oh great...finally here" I muttered

Collecting all my belongings I moved up from my resting place and moved out the sliding doors onto the hard pavement in front.
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Looking around at the grounds, my eyes are drawn to the massive buildings laying before me.

"So this is the famous Lapras University" I muttered

Taking out a small crumpled up note out of my pocket, I looks around trying to get my bearings.

"Ok..........I am in Midori dorm, now where is that"

I started to move towards the buildings looking for my dormitory.

"Ah there it is" I said with a sigh of relief.

Moving towards her dormitory and opening the door I gently placed my bag on the bed and unpacks my stuff. Carefully putting my saprolings in their pots on the window sill and around her bed. Grabing my pokeballs I started to scout out the surrounding grounds.

"Come on out for a bit Kitsune Chan" I whispered as she releases her pokemon from its ball

A white flash of light appears and when it dissiaptes a small fox looking animal appears and says with a happy grin "Riolu"

A female voice appears over the loud speaker

“All freshmen are to report to the gate of Battler’s Forest by 1 pm. You are to unpack your stuffs at your relevant dorm before meeting up with your various professors.

Midori dorm, please report to Professor Simon Cowell. Kuro dorm, please report to Dr Paula. Anka dorm, please report to Associate Professor Wilson Tong.

Thank you.”

"Simon Cowell in the Battle forest ay....better get a move on"

I started to move towards the entrance of the school when I sees another shuffle bus arrive and out pops a small black haired kid. Carelessly he walks straight into me

"Watch it!" I shouted

The small boy groaned as he climbed to his feet.

"Sorry about that..." he trialed off when he noticed

He looked up to see the big stain he had placed on my shirt

"Watch where you're going next time," I snarled at him, adding "Little emo runt."

The tiny boys eyes twtiched as though I had just hit a weak spot

"For your information," he said, spinning around, "I am NOT and emo!"

"Really," I snapped back, "you could have fooled me. Well, anyway, you're a runt and you're a clutz."

The boy's face started to turn red

"And YOU are a beanpole and a bitch," he snarled, "It was an accident for crying out loud and you started calling me names!"

"Yeah, and acident that ruined my shirt!"

"I said I was sorry! Geez!"

"Sorry doesn't get the stain out of my shirt!"

Again the same voice crackled over the speaker

“All freshmen are to report to the gate of Battler’s Forest by 1 pm. You are to unpack your stuffs at your relevant dorm before meeting up with your various professors.

Midori dorm, please report to Professor Simon Cowell. Kuro dorm, please report to Dr Paula. Anka dorm, please report to Associate Professor Wilson Tong.

Thank you.”

"All right, I am going" I whispered to my self.

I started to walk towards the Battlers' Forest only to notcie that the small "emo" kid was going the wrong way.

"Hey, ya stupid Klutz ya going the wrong way" I shouted "Batller's forest is this way" I added pointing in the right direction.

He just looked back and me and went about his business.

"Fine....if he doesn't want my help"

Tag some one

[Weasel Overlord]

Sign-up á la bandwagon

Aubrey Loosestrife
…this is a journey into sound…
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Midori Dorm, Midori Dorm, such an unoriginal, uninspired name, it almost made Aubrey despair before he’d even arrived.

The letter had come in the post a few weeks before, and of course his parents had been simply ecstatic that he’d got a place at Lapras Valley University, probably one of the most prestigious places in Shinou that deigned to do a Contest Coordination Degree.

He’d spent the night before the big day combing Briar’s luxurious mane, ready for his contest debut, and threading ribbons into Asphodel’s roses until she almost shone with pride and happiness.

When he’d clipped the last of his Pokéballs to his slender waist, Aubrey straightened, Celandine fluttering near his shoulder and Briar standing majestically at his side, his red fur gleaming in the morning sunshine. Shouldering his huge rucksack, Aubrey picked up another two suitcases, a shoulder bag and a handbag, strapped a pannier with two small baskets onto Briar’s sturdy back, and hung another small bag around Celandine’s neck with a sigh.

“And we’re ready my dahlings!” Tailed by the majestic Arcanine and the golden Altaria and laden so completely with luggage he was an amusing sight, but one to look twice at as he strode confidently to the front of the LVU bus queue, much to the angry mutterings of those who’d already been waiting for a while.

He glared haughtily at the driver who took the majority of his luggage to stow away somewhere underneath the bus. The short old man glared pointedly at Briar and Celandine, and then at Aubrey, obviously wanting him to recall his Pokémon into their proper places, but Aubrey just fixed him with a blank and imperial stare, and the driver soon backed down as he flounced onto the bus with a smile.

The journey was probably one of the most boring forty minutes he’d ever spent in one place while being jolted around at a ridiculous pace. Briar growled deep in his throat every time one of the other students tried to make conversation with Aubrey, who sat gazing out of the window, a look of intense but incredibly handsome boredom plastered on his face as he watched the rural scenery rush on past.

He absently stroked Celandine’s cloudy white wings, the golden Altaria was settled in his favourite place on Aubrey’s lap, and Briar was sat on the seat next to him, glaring haughtily around the bus and looking just bored enough to eat anyone who annoyed him.

After what seemed like an eternity, the bus pulled up through some grand gates, and Aubrey flounced back off the bus, loaded back up with all his luggage and pointed imperiously at one of the other students.

“Hey, where’s the Midori Dorm?” The nervous-looking boy shrugged and ran off without giving an answer, and Aubrey sighed theatrically before remembering that he’d been given a map along with his acceptance letter. After he fished it out of his handbag he stared at it for a few minutes and then purposefully strode off in what he hoped was the right direction.

Some signposts later, and Aubrey stalked into the Midori Dormitory, flinging open the door of the first room he came to.

There was a girl standing there, a surprised look on her face and a small box in her hands.

“Hello dahling!” He exclaimed, rushing into the room and dumping all five of his various bags and suitcases onto the floor with a heavy sigh.

“So this is our room, eh? Strange, I didn’t think I’d be sharing with a girl, but here we are, eh dahling? I had the most boring trip here and- hey, are you listening to me?” The girl had a look of dreamy vacancy on her face and her eyes were blank as if she was staring right through him.

“Hey! I was talking, you know. That’s really quite rude of you, dahling. So as I was saying…wait, what was I saying? Oh well. I’m Aubrey dahling. Aubrey Loosestrife, you may have heard of me. And this-” He looked fondly at Briar, a faint smile on his face. “-is Briar. My prize-winning Arcanine.” An angry cheep and a flutter caught his attention as Celandine settled down huffily on his shoulder. “Oh, and this is the lovely Celandine. Isn’t he just divine?!”

The girl looked somewhat shocked at the stream of talk, but she smiled anyway, putting her little box down carefully.

“I’m Aislin Vadasy. I guess we’re sharing then?” She let out a soft whistle as she took in the suitcases, as if for the first time. “Dude, you brought a hell of a lot of stuff with you…”

TAG Xhinny! Hope it’s ok that I had Aislin saying ‘dude’… I wasn’t sure if she would or not, but it seemed to fit. ^_^””

[Mystic_clown]

Ienzo Lumaria
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The small, grey-haired boy felt incredably stupid right now. He should have just listened to that girl...whatever her name was. However, after someone insults your height, intelligence and personality, you can understand not wanting to listen to them.

So anyway, now poor Ienzo was wandering lost throughout the school once again. Ienzo had really wished he'd picked up a map when he had a chance.

Curse everyone for being so tall, curse the school for being so large, and curse himself for being so damn short!

Finally giving up on finding it on his own, he turned to the nearest student he could find.

"Um, excuse me. Can you help me find the Battler's Forest?"


Sorry for the shortness. TAG to anyone willin to help my poor emo

[EngiMatikul]

>.> <.<
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Kuriko
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-On the previous day before the beginning of a school semester
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It was a quaint and quiet little place, perfect for a quaint and quiet little village. There people casually talking with not much business going on, but everyone knew that would soon change. The students will be coming in soon, once again, and once more the place will be packed with a constant need of attention by everyone, from the reckless battler who overdid it with their pokemon, to the breeder bringing in a pokemon due for pregnancy, to the contester who had an unfortunate accident. But for the time being, everything was quiet.
A small, quaint looking girl stepped in, hesitantly. She, as well as a small little green bird on her shoulder, looked around at the place. So this will be my new workplace, she thought. Soon enough, as expected, she was serviced by a familiar looking woman with red hair braided in with a pair of loops.
"Hi there, welcome to the Pokemon Center! How may I help you, are your pokemon here for a checkup?" she asked curteously.
"No...um... I'm here to apply for a job..."
"...Oh, you must be the one my cousin referred me to!"
Cousin, the girl thought idly. "Yes." she bowed slightly.
"Ok, Ms... um... Kuriko Shiamari? When do you wish to start?"
"Tomorrow."
the nurse looked up from her clipboard. "That soon?"
"Well the LVU semester starts tomorrow, so it'll start getting busy with all the new students coming in, right?"
"True..." the nurse thought for a while. "But you're a student too, aren't you? We'll be happy to have you here, but don't forget to concentrate on your studies!"
"Yes'm. Oh... umm... and one more thing..." Kuriko shuffled her feet as if she didn't want to request anything more.
"Yes?"
"Can I sleep over at the Pokemon Center for tonight?"
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-4:30 AM, the Morning of the First Day
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Kuriko silently got up from the couch she was sleeping on. She poked her pet Natu, having being comfortably asleep, to suddenly wake up, eyes as bright as the stars outside. After having her bird hop onto her shoulder and checking that she had all her baggage, she quietly left the center and headed out for her new school.
Lapras Valley University. It was the biggest school she had ever seen in her life. It was kind of scary for her; she didn't know if she'll like the place or not. She applied for a Breeding degree even though she wasn't that much interested in breeding... just treating pokemon in general. Nevertheless, she checked her map.
"Anka... hey Nitres help me find this place..." the bird looked down on the map, then scanned around the whole area. "Be sure to have a good look of the place... I'll need you to help me avoid some unwanted confrontations but I don't want to have my body merged with a tree..."
Shortly thereafter they found the dorms, empty as it will ever be, and Kuriko promptly went to her room to unpack. Checking the clock, she realized she may have come a bit early, but that was alright. Having woken up so early that morning, she still felt a bit groggy, so laid down on her new bed and steadily drifted away....
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Current time.
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"KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH HHHH!!!!"
Kuriko was abruptly awakened from a high pitched scream that seemed to originate from the next dorm over. Not the most pleasant way of getting up...
She looked around. Her roommate hasn't come yet. Sighing for no apparent reason, she changed her clothes, took out a book from one of her baggages, and walked outside. She wasn't the least bit interested in where that noise came from but she figured that all the students were almost here and orientation was about to begin.
This time the dorms were bustling with people. Immediately she began to feel a lot more uncomfortable, as she was not used to having people other than her family living with her... unsure exactly of what to do, she decided to head out the door and get some fresh air when Nitres poked her twice on the head and directed her attention towards one group of people.
She looked. There stood a remarkably strange dressed but strangely familiar man, smiling proudly and talking extravagantly to another rather muscular looking fellow. The proud fellow with white hair and a whiter suit seemed to have a egotistic aura that disgusted Kuriko; for a while she wondered what made her bird point out someone like that to her...
"Ah!" Suddenly the boy turned around and looked at her. "Excuse me, young maiden!"
The sudden attention she recieved startled her, and without thinking she immediately retreated and began walking away.
"Wait wait!!" A shout came from behind. "Don't leave! It's not as if we were here to hurt you we're dormmates after all... where are you going??"
Kuriko felt no need to respond, when suddenly she was grabbed by a brawny looking hand. "Excuse me, but wouldn't you grace us with a chat? Ichigo here isn't a great one for open-mindedness..." It was the other man. The man smiled to show his appreciation, then glanced coyly to the whitesuit man as if he were implying something. But to Kuriko, it just told her "so they are one of the same".
"Hmph! Don't listen to that man, but at least introduce yourself, my fellow student and dormmate. What is your name?"
".....Kuriko Shiamari."
"Ah! A delightful name. What major are you taking?"
".....Breeding."
"Aha!" The brawny one exclaimed. "As I told you, breeding is superior."
"Now now," the white-suited one chuckled. "That is only because she understands that -I- will be the greatest trainer in the world!"
....God these two are dumb, was the only thing Kuriko could think of.
"Ah, pardon me for not introducing. This here is my friend Rywen Oro, and I myself am Ichigo Tsurugi-- Hey! Leaving again?!?"
This time both guys attempted to catch Kuriko, but Kuriko swiftly turned around and glared at them venomously. She snapped her fingers.
"NITRES! TELEPORT!"
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A second later, she had no idea where she was but the two guys were no longer in sight. And that was all she cared about. "Ah... now then... Nitres, where have you brought me?" The bird just stared blankly at her. She sighed, took up her book, and began to wander...
"Kuriko."
A familiar voice called out to her. She looked up and saw...
"Namie!" She immediately walked towards her. "Umm... hi..."
"Hi!" Namie replied back, smiling.

For about 10 minutes Kuriko just stood there, looking at Namie's smiling face, then down on the ground, then to her bird, then back to Namie's smiling face, then looked back to check if there was anyone, then to the ground again, then back to Namie's smiling face.

"...Well," she mumbled softly, "I guess I'm happy I came to this school."
"Really? Me too!!"
"...Except for these two dumb guys I just met earlier... A really beefy looking guy and some haughty guy in a white suit with a sword..." she began mumbling slowly...
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OOC:
Screaming girl: Roy Karrde
White Suit Boy: PJBW
Brawny Kid: B4
Namie: Chiko-Sai

I apologize to anyone if I played your character incorrectly. :p

[Bulbasaur4]

Name: Rywen Oro (Heh… seem slightly familiar? WEE FOR REINCARNATE YUAR!)

Age: 19

Gender: Male

*Physical Desc.: RYWEN ORO
Rywen stands about 6'3 with a rather athletic build. He has broad shoulders that help create his "v" build, which is aided by his smaller torso. His face has an elegant look about it, having a smooth jaw line and slightly prominent cheekbones. Whisping, slightly messy auburn hair is upon his head, occasionally having a few strands covering his eyes (but like most anime characters, the wind usually keeps it from doing that... or the defied law of gravity.) He has striking emerald-green eyes with only a few small flecks of yellow within them. His skin is slightly tan from his outside dojo training. Despite his toned muscular appearance, he has a very graceful air and stance about him and his hands (to the touch and movement) are precise and delicate.

Rywen usually wears a silky collared button-up shirt of black, with the top few buttons undone casually. His undershirt is a crimson red, while the black pants he wears are slightly tight- only accenting his slim but toned build. Despite the dark clothes he wears, his cheerful personality keeps him from looking rather dark and he still seems quite bright.

Personality: Rywen’s demeanor perhaps could be described as elegantly playful. He does have a calm, intelligent demeanor when it comes to serious business and things that require focus. However, he likes to be optimistic and the holder of a gentle smile. He would be what one would call a gentleman, although his modesty wouldn’t allow him to recognize that. While he is fairly outgoing and likes to help others (especially when it comes to ‘loosening up’), he can be a little bit lacking in common sense.

Bf/Gf: He currently has none. Probably because he doesn’t pick up on things.

History: Rywen lived all of his main life on the island of Fiore. The Oro family had a long history of owning an infamous pokemon spa on the island. Visitors would bring their pokemon to the spa so that they could be pampered along with their owners. Rywen’s father was a famous pokemon contester, but decided to retire early when he fell in love with Rywen’s mother. The two then moved to the vacation island and decided to create the spa in order to not only pamper pokemon, but help them raise their abilities through various healthy treatments.
Rywen helped out his family and picked up many remedies from the trade. His widowed Aunt and Grandfather also owned a dojo not too far from the spa location. Being a slightly ambitious and rowdy boy, Rywen would often make visits to the dojo and train under his grandfather. Often Rywen would spar visitors, using his defense to exploit their offensive weaknesses. Of course he was not great to start out with, but eventually he became extremely apt at his grandfather’s art. Still, besides that passion was his passion for cooking- which he learned at the spa not only for pokemon, but for humans as well. Balancing the two seemed to be tricky, but Rywen managed it somehow. Strangely, he takes more pride in his cooking since he now doesn’t bother to show off his fighting prowess without a need.
It might be noted that during this time, Rywen was friends with Ichigo Llyod. When Ichigo arrived at the island, Rywen and him seemed to get along perfectly well. The two seemed eerily similar, especially in their honorable ways and their affinity for a lack of what most would see as ‘common’ sense. Being pretty much the only two males of their age and personality, it was easy for them to bond. Upon finding out about Ichigo’s leave for Lapras Valley High, Rywen’s parents thought it would be a good idea for Rywen to further his education as well and they sent him packing.

Other: Rywen is a good cook and is a sucker for sweets. He especially loves strawberry jam. His fighting style is a mix of the Judo discipline and the battling style of caeporia- but fiercer.

Pokemon: Fenrir (Arcanine/F), Pelkie (Piplupk/M), Zia (Espeon/F), Leif (Leafeon/F), Anubis (Lucario/M)

Degree: Breeding




* I edited his appearance to give him a drawing shot and clothes!! xD


Rywen Oro
.: Mmm… you taste sweeter than strawberries!:.


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It hadn’t seemed like a particularly long day for Rywen, but perhaps for the normal human being it should have felt a little bit long. The train ride to Lapras Valley University was unremarkably long… especially for Rywen and the distance which entailed the travel. However, the boat ride… the train ride… they all were greeted with fluffy white clouds of cotton within a beautiful blanket of the blue sky. It was enough to have Rywen thinking about nothing… a perfectly calm and blank state of mind which he often stumbled into when left alone.
When the train ride stopped, it took a while before Rywen noticed that it was time to get off the rather comfortable seats of the train.
“Need help with that son?” One of the attendees asked, looking at Rywen’s rather large bag. Rywen smiled and shook his head, his auburn hair wavering over his green eyes as he did so.
“Oh no, but thank you sir.” He replied, reaching up and grabbing the bag. If it was heavy, Rywen didn’t show it and rather walked off the train with a bounce in his step. While Rywen was muscularly toned, he wasn’t bulky by any means. If anything, his broad shoulders made his torso look small… giving him a slightly lanky look at first glance if you didn’t take the proportions into account.
With a map in hand, Rywen miraculously found his way to Lapras Valley University. He had wove through many streets and a few alleys, completely taking the wrong directions and imprecise turns… but some how, as if by natural luck, he had found it.
There were many people bustling about the grounds and Rywen took a few moments to register where he should be going and such. With a few helpful hints from the announcements, Rywen Oro soon was standing in front of the Anko Dormitory.
“Hmm… seems quite nice.” He said to himself softly, opening the door.
Soon he stumbled across his room and sat his bag upon one of the beds and began to unpack. If one were to watch, it would probably have been a remarkable sight- so many things seemed to pop out of Rywen’s bag that it was a wonder how he fit it into the bag itself.
“Ah, I see you have arrived.” A familiar voice rang into the air, and Rywen turned about to see the familiar handsome figure of Ichigo.
“Ah! Ichigo-kun!” Rywen said in a cheerful tone, clasping his hands together in excitement. “I was hoping that we would be rooming together!”
“You did not notice the things I had placed here as mine? … and please stop calling that…” Ichigo said, still standing in the doorway.
“Oh…” Rywen trailed off, glancing about the room to see that indeed, the things that were already placed in precise places were Ichigo’s. “In my excitement I must have forgotten to take notice.” A sweatdrop perhaps formed here.

Soon the two exited the room and stood in the main lobby of the dormitory. Conversation immediately took place, for the two had not seen each other in a while (if you called a week and a half by such a term). Rywen had to do extra preparations in the spa and his grandfather’s dojo before heading to the University and Ichigo had similar duties to attend to. In the end though, the two were comparing their majors. While continuing to defend his argument but being careful not to go on the offensive, Rywen noted that their majors had been rather predictable given their personalities and past.
It wasn’t long however, until the two of them took notice of a girl entering the dorm. Or rather… Ichigo noticed and Rywen noticed after Ichigo had called out to her. She seemed to ignore the two, which could have bothered Rywen… if he had not been oblivious to the fact that she had placed judgment upon them.
"Excuse me, but wouldn't you grace us with a chat? Ichigo here isn't a great one for open-mindedness..." Rywen said with a grin, looking to Ichigo. It was one of those faces that only Ichigo and those who knew Rywen could decipher. A playful smile that eluded that he was not trying to get a rise out of anyone, but was – in his own way – making a situation ‘lighter’.
She soon offered her name and major, to the delight of Rywen. Yet, she was very avoidant of the two and took off once again. This time Ichigo joined in Rywen’s attempts to have her stay (with his natural secret mission to acquire friends). Her blue eyes however caught their gazes and shot invisible daggers as she called upon her pokemon and teleported in an instant.

“Well… she seemed nice.” Rywen said with a smile, and it is notable that sarcasm was nonexistent in his observation. Ichigo absently took a hand and placed it in his pocket as he gave a shrug. A few more moments passed as Rywen organized his room afterwards, before Ichigo came to the room again.
“I do believe that the time for the orientation is approaching.”
“Oh fantastic!” Rywen exclaimed, putting away the last piece of cooking equipment he had brought on one of the shelves. “Let’s go!”

So the two of them headed out of the dorm and towards the orientation. Ichigo’s calm mannerisms being obvious as he casually walked, while Rywen mirrored his stance but seemed to be a bit more relaxed- a silly smile placed upon his face while he looked at everyone and thing like an eager tourist.


TAG anyone! xD

[Hyperness is a Good Thing]

No problem with the dialogue Wurz
*checks list of other people in the dorm* So far only Crazy Elf Boy's replied hmmm...
B4, I love your character's hair. ^^



//Aislin Vadasy //

“Dude, you brought a hell of a lot of stuff with you…” She stopped herself, unsure if he would consider it rude of her to comment so.

"Oh dahling, this isn't even half of it all," he said, sighing rather overdramatically, in her opinion. "I had such a hard time deciding what to bring -" The rest of his words were lost to her as she mulled over this new turn of events. He went on anyway, probably because he enjoyed the sound of his own voice. She wasn't sure how she felt about being roommates with a guy - maybe more as the several empty beds around her seemed to indicate - she had grown up with two older brothers anyway. But Aubrey was a far cry from her sensible, quiet and extremely protective siblings.

"You're doing it again," she heard the petulant declaration, and quickly came back to earth, blinking. Aubrey was currently glaring at her, brown eyes narrowed.

"I'm sorry," she quickly apologised rather sheepishly. "I always do that, my parents-"

His frown relaxed and he shrugged, picking up the bags he had dumped and tossing rearranging them neatly onto a nearby bed. "Don't worry about it dahling, I forgive you," waving his hand airily as she continued staring. He opened a few suitcases, seemingly looking for something.

In the meantime, Cho-cho, who had been napping, woke up, watching the newcomer with interest. She moved off the bed and stared opening at the Arcanine, who seemed to preen a little under the attention.

Remembering her original intent, Aislin returned to her box of ear rings, frowning as she tried to decide which to wear. Sitting on her bed, she sorted through them, lifting a few up at a time and untangling the rest.

"Cho, come here, help me pick something ou-" The box was plucked out of her hands rather abruptly, and Aubrey loomed over her.

"If I had your hair and your eyes, I would wear....This, this, this, oh no, that won't do, this this this and this," he said quickly, dropping a few onto her left and right hands. "No need to thank me, dahling." Putting the box down on her bed, he flounced back to his bed where he continued messing around with his luggage.

Not for the first time today, Aislin gaped. She looked down at her hands, at the box, at Cho-cho then back at him. Numbly, while trying to comprehend what on earth was going on, she wore the various studs and rings and ornaments automatically, until her hands were empty.

"I'm done now dahling, we might as well head out to this Battler's Forest those PA people were shouting about some time ago," Aubrey pronounced, standing up.

"Weren't we supposed to meet some Professor or something like that?" Aislin hazarded, not very sure herself.

"Nonsense, nonsense, we'll just go straight to the assembly place," was the reply.

With rather mixed feelings, Aislin got to her feet, only pausing to check if all her Pokeballs were in her pocket, walking out of the dorm room. Aubrey had already swept out, taking Briar and Celadine along. Cho-cho stayed behind her, seemingly amused by all that had gone on.

Aislin wasn't very sure what to think of her new roommate. As first impressions went, he seemed quite decent, if not rather narcissistic and flamboyant. Shrugging, she continued walking, pretty sure that she would have plenty of time to know more of him.

Walking out of Midori, she looked around but Aubrey had already disappeared from sight. She toyed with the idea of looking for him, but decided that it wasn't necessary, she'll see him at the orientation. Having left her map back in the dorm room, she wandered around aimlessly, trying to read and follow various signboards placed up in strategic locations.

Along the way, she noticed two guys, one, tall and burly, the other,shorter than his companion, but taller than she was, with a rather lanky build. For some reason, the latter was carrying a rather large sword, fixed to his side, and they seemed to be followed by what looked like a menagerie of Pokemon.

They saw her staring, and stopped walking. "Hello," said the bigger one, his smile widening. "I'm Rywen, he's Ichigo-kun. Looking for the orientation grounds?" he asked, ignoring the dirty look his friend had given him for the "-kun".

"Yeah," she replied, smiling in return. "I'm Aislin. What's up with that sword?" she asked, before remembering that it may be constituted as an odd, even rude question. Mentally berating herself, she started counting the number of Pokemon following them and though menagerie was a bit of an exaggeration, most normal people didn't have six pokemon following them around.

"It is a matter of honour," Ichigo stated, and noticing her gaze. "If you are wondering about the Pokemon, I have a great aversion to such barbaric objects of incarceration, and so I refuse to confine my beloved comrades in such an unseemly fashion."

"I....see..." Aislin replied rather slowly, somehow amused. She controlled her laughter though, not wanting to seem so rude. Cho-cho had no such trepidations, and was openly snickering. Nudging her friend gently, Aislin tried to maintain her composure, and with masterful effort, managed to pull herself together.


I've realised in this post my character barely finishes most of her sentences...maybe cos I'm lazy to think of how to end them =D
Tag B4 and/or Prof. Jb Wolf. Sorry if I messed up the characters, I did try to stick close to character descriptions provided ^^

[darktyranitar]

Name: Alan Bradley
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Physical Description: Alan stands at about 5’6”, with medium built, with a little clump of fat around his stomach (though not very noticeable). His dark green eyes are usually in a droop, his hair is a mass of tangle, and his beard is unshaved – showing that he didn’t care much of his appearance.
He rarely changed his t-shirt (preferring to keep it for two day or more, and he used to wear the same t-shirt for a week), and changed his jeans even more rarely. From the torn and the colour of dirt on the legs of the jeans, and the faded colour of the jeans, it can be assumed that he has been wearing the jeans for a very long time.
Personality: Alan is a man of peace (but is usually called coward), usually choosing to excuse himself should any potential trouble occur. He is quite a patient guy. He doesn’t really participate in a Pokemon battle, but might go for a round or two if you persuade him hard enough (or you taunt him hard enough).
Bf/Gf: None. Any taker?
History: Alan had lived in Fuschia city ever since the day he was born. During his 10th birthday he – like any good 10 years old would do – went for a journey. His father had made a bet that he’d quit Pokemon training in less than three month – stating that he does not has what it takes to be a trainer. He took the bet, agreeing that he’ll never go for another journey should he quit.
He quitted in a month time. He couldn’t take the pressure and the loneliness of travelling alone, far away from home. Defeated, he went back home, where he then helped his dad with Pokemon breeding.
Being close to the Safari Zone is a good thing, since there is a lot of Pokemon that he and his dad could raise up for breeding purpose. Eventually, he got himself a Rhyhorn (from the Safari Zone) and a Magnemite (one of his dad friend’s gave it to him), and they evolved a few years after that. He was quite happy that he is breeding Pokemon. Life was good at that time.
During his 18th birthday, his Tangela – the one that he got as a starter – evolved, and he was really happy about it (he found the form better than Tangela’s). A few day after that, he received a letter from the Lapras Valley University.
Other: He brought a few hentai books, and he is very secretive about it (only read it during the middle of the night).
[b]Pokemons: Pokemons: Magneton, Rhydon (F), Tangrowth (M) (will put nickname)
Cast of Gone DP!. Half of it, anyway
Degree: Breeding

Alan Bradley
Stranger in a strange land

“Hey, we’re here.” The magazine was pulled off from my face, and I blinked my eyes from the sudden exposure to the bright sunlight.

“What, we’re already here? I barely had the time to sleep…” I looked down at my watch. Wow, I’ve been asleep for 2 hours, huh? I slowly got up, noticing the crowds outside.

Well, I’m finally here. At the Lapras Valley University.

“You’re lucky that you get into a uni, ya know?” My brother, Eric said, helping me with my luggage. “Back then, I had to quit high school ‘cause dad’s business was going down…”

Yes… I always hear this same kind of story… I didn’t really paid attention to the rest of his talk; it’s probably the same ol’ story on how he wished he was in university, how I was very lucky that I was offered into the Lapras Valley University, and how he was very proud…

He probably noticed the bored look on my face. “Look, all I wanna say is, go out there and make the family proud. Don’t disappoint us.”

I let out a yawn. “Isn’t that something that should be said by dad?”

He sulked. “Can’t I be a bit proud of my own brother?” He gave a hard pat on my shoulder, almost sending me sprawling. “Take care, bro.”

“Right. Anyway, thanks for the ride.”

“Anytime.” I watched him as the car slowly moved, but just as I turned around and began to make my way to the university, he shouted, “And damn, don’t you think I’m too stupid to notice that some hentai books that are missing from my room! I’ll kill you if I find even the smallest trace of drool or blood on them!”

I looked at the crowd nearby. Uh-oh, they have heard the whole thing… I hastened my face, not wanting to watch the reaction on their face – hoping that no one in the vicinity will ever bring that subject up.

How embarrassing.

*****

“All freshmen are to report to the gate of Battler’s Forest by 1 pm. You are to unpack your stuffs at your relevant dorm before meeting up with your various professors.

Midori dorm, please report to Professor Simon Cowell. Kuro dorm, please report to Dr Paula. Anka dorm, please report to Associate Professor Wilson Tong.

Thank you.”

After a quick nap and a sign in, I was on my way into my dorm. I had earlier looked at the map that they had provided in the letter; it seems that my dorm, the Kuro dorm is the furthest compared to the other dorm. 1 PM, huh? I looked at my watch. There’s still plenty of time.

During the walk, I encountered a trio of punks (I assumed that’s what they are, based on their clothing), and they had a pissed off look on their face, and they had smoke coming out from various burnt part of their clothes – and I found this funny because it reminds me of the cartoon. One where the angry character had smoke coming out from their head.

I slowly walked pass them, head hung low – keeping a low profile. They didn’t seem to notice me, as they continued walking, muttering something between the lines of “damn junior” and “the little bastard just screwed us.” I kept going until I finally arrived at the Kuro dorm. As I walked in, I noticed a group of student crowding in a hallway, engaged in a conversation. I merely brushed past them; they didn’t seem to notice my presence.

I stood in front of my room, taking a slight breath in, and turned the door knob. I was met with two people, standing in front of the door - one looked like he was from the Asian origin, while the other was… well, a dwarf. And it was not that the Asian guy was tall; I considered myself as not a tall person, and this guy was inches below me.

“That’s the second time that door opened before I could get to it. Funny, huh?” the shorter of the duo said.

I decided not to point out about his height. Not now, anyway. “Err… hi guys. I guess we’re roommates from now on, huh?”

[Perfect Chaos]

Sign-Up

Shaan Ramuk
>>Arrival<<
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

"LVU, here I come!" I exclaimed, pumping a fist in the air as I jumped down from the train which had reached its final destination of Indigo Plateau.

I took a deep breath and the smell of fresh grass and a sense of competitiveness came over me. I was accepted into one of the more accomplished universities across the four regions. "It's goina be a fun year, huh Sceptile" I said, looking over at the tall, lizard Grass-type. "Sceptile!" he exclaimed as well, holding onto some of my bags. I hefted two bags on my shoulder and said "Alright, lets get going!"

After a fairly uneventful bus ride, I reached the front entrance of the University. "Here we are, have a good year" the bus driver said as I and a few others were getting off. "Hey, thanks a bunch" I said, saluting to him and began walking in.

As I walked in with a few other students, I heard a yell come over from one of the other entrances. I turned and looked and saw a tall, slender red-head just vaulting over one of the school walls with two bags on her, almost as if it was nothing. "Holy shit..." I said to no one in particular, my eyes widening a bit at the stunt. Damn, that must've taken alot of effort from her... I thought to myself, as I saw that the student was dumbfounded at the sight of a student gate (apparently, she vaulted over the wall near the gate for all the professors). I shrugged it off and went off to find the Pokemon Center.

After registering myself as a student, a message rang across the PA system:

“All freshmen are to report to the gate of Battler’s Forest by 1 pm. You are to unpack your stuffs at your relevant dorm before meeting up with your various professors.

Midori dorm, please report to Professor Simon Cowell. Kuro dorm, please report to Dr. Paula. Anka dorm, please report to Associate Professor Wilson Tong.

Thank you.”

One my eyebrows raised up for moment. "Is it just me or were those professors' names off of people from American Idol?" I said out loud to myself. I shrugged it off again and left the Pokemon Center, in search of my dorm.

After about 20-30 minutes...

I stumbled into the main lobby of the Anka dorm. "Damn...these...bastards... for putting...this...godforsaken...dorm...so...friggin ...far" I said huffing after lugging all my things from the Pokemon Center all the way to the dorm. I collapsed for a minute just to catch my breath up. "I wish I was a little less lazy..." I mumbled to myself into the carpet. I thought about what I just said for a moment and then waved it off, saying "Nahhh" and jumped back up and resumed walking with my things, praying there weren't a colossal amount of stairs waiting for me before reaching my dorm.

After reaching my dorm (which thankfully was on the ground floor), I opened up the door and saw a very strange sight indeed: A red-head girl doing a handstand split on one of the chairs. Uh...OK, that's not too weird I told myself, scratching my head. "Uh, hey...looks like I'm your roommate" I said a bit matter-of-factly.

Next thing I know, I felt like I was being Doubleslapped by a very pissed off Wigglytuff. "PERVERT!! NO WAY YOU CAN BE MY ROOMMATE!!" she exclaimed as she continued to slap me around like a rag doll. I fell to the ground in a complete daze after the assault ended. Great year this is going to be... I thought to myself dizzily...

[Dark-San]

Chapter 3: Orientation Camp, here we go.

“Great now, I have not one but two roommates.”

The dwarf stared at both me and the other pal from to head to toe. He shrugs for a while.

“I wonder if the campus had made any mistake in this arrangement though this room is fit for three people to stay. Either way, I have to go to get a bite. See you guys later.”

With that, the dwarf went out and closes the door behind him.

My face twitch for a while and in disgust, I swung to look at the medium built guy. His face was too in a shock of the array of various roommates he gets.

“Who are you now?”

His attention soon directed at me and he smiled.

“Afternoon mate, my name is Alan Bradley.”

“Another battler like that shorty that went off?”

As I hinted to Alan about my dislike for battlers, as my face tilt towards Vince’s bed whose battling tip magazines are all over it.

Alan hesitated for a second before replying,

“Actually I’m in breeding and wouldn’t like a battle at all.”

“Oh! What a bloody warm- welcoming introduction.”

I am finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel, another fellow student who share my thoughts.

“Cheers my friend, my name is Hiroshi Nagasaki. I’m here to study breeding too. Glad to know that there is a fellow classmate here.”

Alan was in a state of surprise and blinked his eyes several times. He could not believe his luck that he managed to meet up with another classmate.

We struck a very good conversation about the breeding tips that each of us had encountered from our experiences with pokemons as we begin packing our stuffs for the orientation camp. It was unfortunately cut short with Alan reminding me.

“Hey aren’t we supposed to assemble by 1300hrs?”

“Shimata! We should really get going, shouldn’t we?”

Grabbing my backpack and throwing it behind my shoulders, my new friend and me heads out of the Kuro dorm.

------------- Act 7: Another friend? -------------

On our way out of the dorm, we were walked past a dorm door that was not shut properly.

Andy out of curiosity pushes the door and was greeted by the sight of the most beautiful lady he had ever met.

The lady apparently was caught surprised by the sudden abrupt intrusion of Andy. Out from nowhere, my head pops out from the door and took a glimpse of the lady.

“Hey lady, I’m sorry if my friend bothers you. But isn’t the freshmen supposed to meet up outside the gate of Battler’s Forest by 1300hrs? It is already like 1245pm, 15 minutes is all we get to travel there and listen to any further instructions.”

“Oh its alright. I will catch up soon no need to worry about me at all. Thanks anyway.”

With that, I looked at Andy, who closed the door behind him, as we made our way finally out of the dorm.

“Your face looked flustered up, you sure you are okay? It seems like you skipped a heartbeat back then when looking at the lady.”

Andy was speechless for the rest of the journey as we casually strolled towards the intended direction.

*Note – The lady I am referring here to is Naomi Windfall. Sorry classycat sis if it disrupts your plan. From the looks of it, it seems like you are waiting for someone to tag you. And I just did it. ^.^

------------- Act 8: Orientation Camp begins and a little surprise-------------

The crowd of freshmen are getting rowdy as impatience seem to overwhelm them. The summer heat must be the culprit as the blazing hot sun bakes the crowd and shows no bias mercy.

“Damn, the crowd is pissing off the professors.”

“I could see from here Hiroshi but where are we suppose to go?”

“I believe it is that way.”

My fingers pointing towards a guy with an arm bandage, holding up a sign showing ‘Breeding degree’.

“Lets get over there then.”

Without further a do, I zoomed there and by accident bumped onto our short friend.

“Hey roommate, do you know where does the battler’s line up at?”

I did not answer him as I scowled, my usual bad habit of not replying to a person that I do not like to talk to.

“Erm, I believe it is over there.”

Andy noticed my change in behavior and saved me from trouble by pointing into the direction.

“Thanks for the heads- up, mates”

With that, he moves off once again.

“No need to bother about guys like him, we need to get to ours now.”

Upon reaching the destination, I was busy chatting up with Andy until the PA system sounded again.

“Freshmen, please note. You are to report to your relevant professors to take your attendance, after which you are to line up according to your degree. Battling degree will followed your camp coordinator, Lucy Oarwell. Contest degree will followed Chris Coleman and breeding, your camp coordinator is Randy Orton.”

I turned my head as I stood face to face staring at the sight of the man whose arm I had twisted earlier. Both of us dumbfounded, rooted on the spot.

Points to note:

1) Tags Blademaster
2) Tags Classycat_18 – Sees Act 7
3) Tags darktyranitar
4) Chapter 4 – Day 1 Orientation Camp

[Emotional Faun Chiko-sai]

Well. I might as well have my fun before I'm shooed off into my proper dorm... :p 80% dialoguepost!

Namie Lloyd
Made With Air

"Why, Kuriko, people will think you're afraid to let them see you speak," said Namie brightly. "I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that?"

- She did, she's just playing Little Miss Shrink with you, groused Nishikaze, hovering over his owner's head to gaze at the new arrival.

"mumblemumblemumblethere were these two very stupid men in the same dorm as memumblemumble."

"You see, Kuriko-chan, if you would speak clearly like this all the time everyone would hear you better, and they would appreciate you for what you are! And then you would be more attractive even to such dense specimens of the human race as the two very stupid men in your dorm!" A switch went click in the recesses of Namie's mind. Ah... "What kind of very stupid men are they, by the way?"

- Oh sure, just because I'm only a ghost, don't listen to me. Thank you very much. Your nonconcern is sorely ruminated over. Go away, little bird - stop staring at me. Your puerile eyeballing will not work on one such as I, who's been in the ghosting business for years...

Nitres ignored the Haunter's monologue, and went on staring. Eventually Nishikaze retreated to his former position behind Namie, sulking. Their respective owners were still talking.

"- it's not that I have a day job looking for stupid men, why would I want to meet stupid men?"

"...personal amusement."

"Right, right, ahaha - Kuriko-chan knows me too well, don't you. This time it's on official business from the Lloyds, though. Uncle Souji, you know, Indiana Jones sort of man, very famous and etcetera and of course from the main house, says he wants me to find my 'stupid cousin Ichi' and make sure he's not getting into too much trouble."

"...I'm glad neither of my parents married into the Lloyd name..."

"So as you can see, I'm rather interested in those two very stupid men you mentioned earlier. White suit and a sword, you say? Do you think that white suit looked 'ponce'-y?"

"...yes, very..."

"About this height, lots of Pokemon?" Namie indicated the exact measurement shown to her by her uncle by raising her hand four inches above her head.

"...yes, probably..."

"And he did indeed have a 'stupid friend' with him, as you mentioned."

"...incidentally his name is Ichigo Tsurugi... Lloyd, now that you've told me all this..." Kuriko's deadpan expression changed slightly, as if she didn't like the taste left in her mouth by saying stupid cousin Ichi's name out loud.

Namie clapped her hands on Kuriko's narrow shoulders, beaming. "Excellent! Just the stupid man I want! I must meet your dormmates as soon as possible!"

There was a pause as both girls eyed Namie's cumbersome luggage. Kuriko looked blankly at her cousin; Namie chuckled sheepishly, lifting up her Gible as an explanation, and returning her to a pokeball.

"Ahaha... if I could find my own dorm first, it would be good..."

*

The cool air of the Pokemon Center washed over the forms of the two girls and their Pokemon, and in Nishikaze's case went right through. Namie noticed that this Pokemon Center was better equipped than the old one back in Violet, which had a bamboo grove around it that was threatening to take over the walls. Here, everything was shiny and new. The countertops glittered. She apologised profusely to the Nurse Joy at the counter, and requested new papers, which she got, promptly.

The pink-clad nurse waved cheerily at Kuriko. "Hello, Miss Shiamari! Is she one of your friends?"

"My cousin."

"Do remember to get your work schedule here after orientation ends, I'll have it all ready for you."

"I will."

Namie smiled back sunnily at Joy, to make up for Kuriko's dull response. Heading for the sliding doors, she unfolded her housing documents. "Kuro dorm? But I was there just a moment ago..."

A rapidly accelerating blur, that had shortly before strode confidently through the very doors that Namie had been planning to exit, materialised into a tall, rapidly advancing, outstandingly groomed young man. Namie would have walked right into the general area of his abdomen, had the slick-haired personage not held out his arms in a large, form-enveloping embrace.

For a very brief, gobsmacked moment, Namie caught a goodly whiff of freesia bouquet, and then she realised the man was talking to her, one hand shaking hers and the other flicking back his considerable amount of hair, all actions performed with uttermost grace.

"Why, dahling! You've been the only person I've seen all day who is sporting the latest in spring casual wear! We have definitely, absopositively got to be friends! I am Aubrey Loosestrife, and these are my bee-you-ti-ful beloveds, Briar and Celandine." There was a bark from the Arcanine and a cheep from the Altaria as they were announced, the Altaria preening its golden form most conceitedly. "Who might you be, dahling?"

Namie mentally changed gear. It wasn't so very hard, fashion being one of her chief interests besides studying the behaviour of sentient creatures. "Namie Lloyd. And Nishikaze the Haunter. Most definitively blown to meet such a fine man as yourself, love. Oh, I must thoroughly compliment you on your choice of footwear: I've often longed to be able to pull off skintight calf boots such as yours - these Zoras really flatter the form, don't they!"

"Of course they do, I myself have an unchallenged sense of what is and what isn't, dahling. Let me guess yours - altered ski boots from Hunter and Dalrymple?"

"Simply splendid, love!"

Kuriko watched all this with eyes rather wider than usual. There were perhaps traces of the traditional blue lines about her temple.

With a sudden movement, the newly introduced Aubrey Loosestrife grabbed Namie's wrist. "Dahling, you don't mean to say - this is a guitar pick personally autographed by Ken Lloyd - you, you are his sister?!"

"Perfectly in order, love, there are papers and all that."

And I drip... I drip... I drip it onto you... GO FOR IT, WURZWORTH! *dissolves into helpless laughter*
*small side-note to Box: OMG Namie is turning into an evil version of Sayuri. :x

[Weasel Overlord]

AHAHAH!! *giggles uncontrollably* Aubrey is FUN! And already, dahling-syndrome is SPREADING! AHAHHAHHAHAH!!! *collapses*
(wow, this was shorter than I thought... o.O)

Aubrey Loosestrife
boom chicka chicka
*

”So you’re his… Ken Lloyd’s. That is, his. As in, the lead singer from FAKE?. You’re actually Ken Lloyd’s sister?! His actual sister! Ken Lloyd. Actually Ken Lloyd’s sister…” Aubrey broke off to take a moment to fan himself rapidly with one hand, all the while grasping onto Namie Lloyd’s wrist, one finger absently stroking the famed pick.

“Ken Lloyd…” He repeated softly. “Actually Ken Lloyd.”

Namie looked intensely amused at this outburst. “Are you a fan love?”

“Dahling, I simply adore FAKE?. In fact, the very depths of my adoration could never be plunged by a mere mortal. Your brother. Your brother is my idol. My sex god. The one man who has stolen my heart and my soul with a song and a smoulder. The one man whose cheekbones could rival my own. The one man who I would give myself over to within a second dahling. A second. And he is your brother. Oh lucky day that I struck up conversation with you dahling! Oh, I shall thank my stars every day from now on, that I, me, Aubrey Loosestrife, a mere contest coordinator, has managed to meet the very sister of Ken Lloyd himself.” He stopped for breath and smiled winningly.

“Ken Lloyd.” He repeated, breathily. “Ken fucking Lloyd. Oh would you just excuse my language dahling! Most inappropriate of me, I do apologise. So anyway. I, as I’ve already mentioned, am here to study contest coordination. And yourself, most beautiful Namie-sister-of-Ken?”

“I’m studying breeding love. I guess that means we’re nowhere near each other in the dorms then. Such a shame.”

“Ah but it is a shame dahling. One oozing with such style as you clearly are would be a perfect dormmate. Alas, it seems we are fated to spend our time apart, oh esteemed sister-of-Ken, Namie. But never fear dahling! For here is my mobile phone number, and we shall meet up as soon as you have free time for latte and drinks and coffee and salads! And all will be well! Except now, my dahling, I have to depart. My timetable calls me to the Battler’s Forest, which is where I presume you also have to meet the professors? Am I right dahling?”

Namie nodded and grinned as Aubrey scribbled down his phone number onto a scrap of paper and handed it to her with a flourish.

“There! And you simply must call me, dahling!” Aubrey hooked his arm into Namie’s and strode out of the Pokémon centre, Briar and Celandine following after them.

“And you must dish the gossip on your sex g-I mean- brother, dahling! Tell me everything!”

[Blademaster]

Vince

"So, you're my new roommate, heh?"

Vince blinked and looked up at the newcomer.

"I was just gonna ask you something similar, pal." he said, adjusting his shades. "But, yeah. The name's Vincent Lancaster. You can call me Vince."

He offered the newcomer his hand; the bigger teen shook it, smiling cheerfully.

"Hiroshi Nagasaki." he said with a slight bow. "It is a pleasure for meeting you."

Vince paused, a bit taken aback by his new roommate's strange accent, but he shook it off.

"Same here." he said nonchalantly. "So, what're you in for? Breeding, battling, or Contests?"

Hiroshi's expression seemed to darken a bit.

"Breeding." he replied, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Silence.

"You... aren't here to breeding Pokemons, are you?" he said in a tone that sounded more like accusing than asking.

"Nope." Vince replied, shaking his head. "I'm here for a battling degree; I'm gonna become the best battler this place has ever seen!"

Hiroshi scowled.

"Oh, you are...?" he growled.

Vince finally began to take notice of the hostile sarcasm in Hiroshi's voice, but before he could act on it, the door to his and Hiroshi's room swung open again, and another Asian teen walked in; this one was shorter and had darker skin than Hiroshi, and his clothes looked like they hadn't been washed for at least a year.

Vince gave the newcomer an amused look.

“That’s the second time that door opened before I could get to it." he said with a cynical grin. "Funny, huh?”

The newbie looked at Vince in a confused way for a moment, before finally replying:

“Err… hi guys. I guess we’re roommates from now on, huh?”

Vince shrugged.

"Seems that way to me." he said. "What's your name, new guy?"

"Um... Alan. Alan Bradley."

"Nice to meetcha." Vince said with a nod and another handshake. "I'm Vincent Lancaster; this guy is Hir-"

“Great..." Hiroshi interrupted, frowning something awful by this point. "Now I have not one, but two roommates!”

Vince frowned and rolled his eyes. Somehow, he was beginning to think Hiroshi may not be the easiest person to room with.

“Huh, maybe the campus made a mistake setting us all up in the same room..." Vince said, subtly taunting Hiroshi a little. "Then again, this room is big enough for all three of us..."

He shrugged.

"Either way, I have to go to get a bite. See you guys later.”

With that, the dwarf went out and closed the door behind him.

And then, he turned and stood with his ear pressed against the door, listening to his roommates:

“Who are you now?”

“Afternoon mate, my name is Alan Bradley.”

“Another battler like that shorty that went off?”

“...Actually I’m in breeding and wouldn’t like a battle at all.”

“Oh! What a bloody warm-welcoming introduction! Cheers my friend, my name is Hiroshi Nagasaki. I’m here to study breeding too. Glad to know that there is a fellow classmate here!”

Vince frowned and pulled away from the door.

'So THAT'S it...' he thought. 'Hiroshi has some kind of vendetta against battlers... And it seems like Alan is pretty much the same...'

Vince adjusted his shades, then turned and walked off down the hallway.

'Fine by me... Just means less competition to get in my way.'

------------------------------------------------------------------

About fifteen minutes later, Vince was wandering down the hallway of one school building, on his way to the Battler's Forest, when suddenly a short, black-clad figure darted around the corner.

"Ack!" Vince yelped, jumping back away from whoever had just almost trampled him."

"Oh, thank Groudon!" the figure replied, putting a hand on his chest. "I finally found someone..."

Vince raised an eyebrow, one hand poised to grab and toss his first Pokeball at any moment.

"Found someone?" Vince echoed suspiciously. "What are ya, lost?"

The black-clad boy scratched the back of his neck sheepishly.

"Well... yes... um... excuse me, but can you help me find the Battler's Forest?"

Vince slowly relaxed his hand.

""The Forest... That's where I'm heading." he said. "Wait, so you're just lost, is all?"

The boy finally seemed to realize Vince's noticeable size; what looked like a hint of jealousy appeared on his face for a split-second before it was replaced by an embarrassed blush.

"Erm... yeah." he responded. "Pretty much..."

Vince sighed.

"OK, follow me." he said, gesturing to a door to his left.

The black-clad youth breathed a sigh of relief.

"You have no idea how much you just helped me..." he said gratefully. "Thanks... uh... friend."

"The name's Vince Lancaster." Vince replied, opening the somewhat heavy door. "And don't mention it. It's good to see at least one person in this school can go for more than two minutes without turning into an asshole."

"Er... what?"

"Never mind. Just a few upper-crust punks and a narrow-minded roommate. By the way, I don't think I got your name."

The black-garbed boy paused.

"It's Ienzo... Ienzo Lumaria."

-------------------------------------------------

Well, it seems that one disaster has been averted. To the Battler's Forest!

(runs off in the direction Ienzo was going)

[Roy Karrde]

Akira Hamilton
~*~*~*~*~ Shock ~*~*~*~*~

Shock and a mild case of dizziness overtook me as I looked at the man that stood at my doorway. How dare he say he was going to be my room mate! Swinging around I brought myself up from the floor and ran at him full tilt, striking him across the face twice before kneeing him in the gut, dropping him to the ground. “Pervert!” I glared, noticing a piece of paper fall from his fingertips. Curious, I reached down and picked it up as the guy continued to groan. ‘Shaan Rumuk, Dorm room 1221.’ The note read. So, it wasn’t a mistake, he really was my room mate. “Oh… crap.” I muttered in shock.

Grasping Shaan’s arm, I dragged him halfway through the dorm room and lifted him onto the mattress in my room. “Everything is spinning.” He mumbled as I rushed into the kitchen grabbing a wash rag and dampening it, running it over his face.

“Sorry, Sorry.” I repeated over and over again. His eyes finally rolled back into his, I drew in a long sigh and went back to his suitcase, opening it up and unpacking his clothes, placing them in the drawers and closet. Writing a note of apology and leaving it on his chest before leaving the room.

I needed to clear my head, to try and figure out all that was happening, College seemed so crazy. Walking out of the dorm, I continued on a path past many students who seemed to just be walking around. My legs began to itch as continued on the path, reminding me that I still hadn’t finished my warm up exercises. Glancing over at a long Bike rack, a small grin formed on my lips.

Racing forward I leapt onto the top of the bike rack, the service round but usable, and not as slippery as I imagined. Springing up, I flew into the air, performing a half twist and extending my arms before bringing my feet down to make contact with the surface of the Bike ramp. Some people stopped for a moment to take notice as I swung around, performing a handstand, followed by a split while doing the handstand. Now the applause began.

Blushing ever so slightly at the attention, I swung my legs around and came about standing on the rack again. Taking in another long breath I gazed down the length of the ramp. “Okay guys, watch this, it will be awesome!” I grinned running down the length of the ramp. Near the end I jumped, twisting in the air, I brought my arms in to my chest, twisting faster into the spin as I angled my twist into a flip. Halfway through the spin I opened my arms, grapping a hold of the top of a light pole, swinging around the top of it several times before going into my flip.

I got a glance at the crowd noticing that they were pulling closer, close enough that they were where I was supposed to land. Not good, Not Good, NOT GOOD! All I could do now was finish my spin, carrying me already past some of the heads of the people in the crowd. I closed my eyes, biting my lip and braced for impact. Hitting some one straight on, sending both of us to the ground, only instead of bouncing off of him, and probably breaking several bones, I found two arms around me, holding in the impact. I glanced up, finding a auburn haired man with messy hair looking back down at me. “Sorry sorry.” I stood up immediately, offering him a hand up. His emerald green eyes looking into mine, giving me more than a jolt as he took my hand and stood. “I wasn’t expecting the audience to be so close.” I grinned, digging my toe into the ground.

He shrugged back. “Its okay, I just don’t normally make it a habit of catching girls falling from the sky.” He smiled back as the crowd began to disperse. “I’m Rywen by the way.” He offered a hand to which I quickly shook it.

“Akira.” I grinned back, hearing the intercom announcing where we were supposed to meet. “Crap I’m already late, see ya!” I waved, taking off running in the direction that I believed was where the contest trainers were supposed to meet. My mind already focusing on the upcoming adventure at my first day of school.

[Shadow Djinn]

Note to self: Remember about RPGs when you're playing Pokemon DP.

Name: Cosmo Cariso
Age: 19
Gender : Male
Physical Desc.: His main hairdo is long black hair with bangs that usually cover his eyes, forcing him to constantly brush it away. A dark blue coat is worn over a white shirt, with the coat going down to his thighs. His eyes have a lazy feel, dark black and usually portraying uninterest. Standing at 6'3, Cosmo is incredibly bony, though his legs are muscled from years of running. He wears plain black slacks that sag, somewhat covering his pair of white shoes, streaked with blue. Across his waist is a crisp, new pokeball belt, with the number of slots occupied often random. The belt itself is of black leather, and a necklace is worn on his neck, holding another pokeball decorated with a gilded C. (Therefore the maximum pokeballs on his belt is five.)
Personality: Laid back and uninterested, Cosmo is often bored with life overall. He even considers battling somewhat of a nuisance, though deep down he is a quick thinker, able to adapt to situations easily. He has several sore spots that can get him mad really quickly, (covered in history), and also dislikes being told what to do. A strong feeling of independence is inside him, and Cosmo is quick to refuse help when others offer it, no matter the situation. Possessing a great knack for subtle sarcasm, it's often hard to tell if he's telling the truth or just screwing around (whcih he likes to do a lot as well). His sleeping habits are incredibly abnormal, and it's not uncommon to see him snoozing off in class and walking around at ungodly hours.
Bf/Gf: None
History: The Cariso family was rather notorious, known throughout the world for being one of the biggest pokemon breeding/selling companies in the regions. Cosmo's father always had a knack for both breeding and business, incredibly quick in seizing business deals. Raised on a secluded mansion in the Seafoam Islands, Cosmo saw his father and mother only once or twice a year. When he was nine, he was reluctantly allowed to attend a Pokemon boarding school in Johto (near Blackthorn), where he received his first pokemon, a Growlithe. In his first few years, Cosmo worked incredibly hard in his training, until the fourth term, where during his midterm practical exam, his teacher criticized his entire personality and battling style to great intensity, comparing him to his older brother, Asyri, who had attended the same school and was the top of his class. The instructor claimed he disgraced the Cariso name, and had him removed from his class. Demoralized by this, Cosmo's grades and performance continued to drop until his father pulled him out. Enraged by his poor performance, Cosmo spent his next two years (fourteen and fifteen) at a boarding school for 'juvenille delinquets', which his father now labelled him as. After the second year, he and several of his classmates ran away from the school. Unsure of where to go after that, Cosmo wearily led them to Mt. Pyre (on accident, for reference, the school was near Lilycove), where they met an old couple after one of the escapees stole their dinner. Giving them shelter for several months, a mudslide ended up destroying their home as well as the couple, along with two of Cosmo's friends. With their numbers dwindled to three, the survivors went on seperate paths. One joined Team Magma, while the other joined Team Magma, despite Cosmo's constant protests. Over the years, he now had a team of Arcanine, Eevee, and Nidorino, and decided to travel to Rustboro to take on the first gym. However, he was tracked down by his brother, Asyri, in Slateport City, and unwilling brought back to the main headquarters of Cariso Incorporated in Celadon City. He was then lectured by his father, which eventually lead to him fleeing once more in the middle of a furious rainstorm. His father then gave up on searching for him and disowned him officially. Finding it in a newspaper in Saffron the next day, Cosmo was hardly affected, managing his way back to Hoenn and earning two badges before he grew bored of Gyms. After losing to Watson of Mauville, the old gym leader reccomended that he enroll in Lapras High. Figuring it'd be something to do, Cosmo decided to do so, purposely choosing the Battling degree to spite his dad.
Other:. I think I already mentioned his weird sleeping habits.
Pokemons: Arcanine (M, Mugen), Nidoking (M, Sanshiki), Jolteon (M, Rai), Dragonair (M, Hyourinmaru), Sneasal (M, Zangetsu)
Degree: Battling

Several months back...

"Magneton, Thunderbolt."

The old man's voice was collected despite his position of two pokemon to three. A trio of metallic spheres were joined together, three swiveling eyes focused as six red-blue magnets buzzed in unison, firing off a wave of shimmering yellow.

"Rai. Agility, Pin Missile."

The black-haired boy's tone was lax and laid back, displaying no excitement at his apparent advantage. A yellow-white four-legged creature creased his beady eyes, letting out a hoarse battle cry before dissapearing into a streak of gilded stripes, a shower of sleek projectiles bursting from his pale white mane, peppering the Magneton's steel hide. The javelin of static electricity dissipated as it hit the ground.

"Tri Attack." Watson rolled his eyes slightly at Jolteon's display, obviously finding some flaw in the pokemon's performance. As a collaboration of fire, ice, and thunder raced forward in magnificent colors, Jolteon impulsively fired off a javelin of his own crackling electricity. The attacks collided, Jolteon's projectile tearing through the combination, several flames streaking behind it, before suddenly veering off in its course and smashing into the ground. Jolteon proceeded to hit the floor as well, flames dancing about his coat, several spiky locks of his mane now frozen solid.

"Flash Cannon now," Watson cut in, cancelling out Cosmo's dull tone.

"Double Kick," Cosmo repeated loudly.

Jolteon rose quickly, managing to leap into the air to avoid a steely beam of energy, landing on the magnet pokemon and slamming his hind legs several times into his writhing opponent. Mustering his strength, Magneton retorted with glowing a silvery white, letting out a nasally roar before it...exploded. Smoke decorated the arena, which had now been blemished with several craters, and Watson recalled Magneton with a hearty grin.

"Cheap tactics," Cariso replied lightly. He reached for a pokeball at his belt, angling it upward so it fired a crimson stream of light in a steady arc, sucking Jolteon back in, whose fur was now lined with soot.

"Last one." The old gym leader grinned. He unclipped another sphere from his belt, drawing his arm back witih a laugh. With a grunt, he sent it spiralling forward; the capsule snapped open in midair, a silvery white beam shooting from the container, forming the outline of a bipdeal creature. As the light faded away, it revealed a yellow pokemon, black stripes decorating his furry coat. Two antennas poked out from an oddly shaped head, and baring his fangs, Electabuzz let out a roar.

A grin now on Cosmo's face, he sent out his own, and a violet behemoth quickly emerged from his pokeball, dwarfing the bipedal tiger in size.

"Nidoking?" Watson commented.

"Nidoking." Cosmo replied.

"Cross Chop." The old man said lazily.

Electabuzz razed forward, quickly sending poised hands into Nidoking's thick armor. The poison pokemon grimaced, doubling over as both hits connected, but responded with a punch, slamming his burly fist into Electabuzz's face. The tiger pokemon skidded back, brushing it off with a sneer.

"Mega combo." Cosmo quickly commanded.

Before Watson could issue his own orders, Nidoking thundered forward, throwing his entire weight into Electabuzz. Sending both pokemon to the ground, Nidoking thrust his horn under one of the tiger pokemon's arms, his horn now glowing a pearly white, before thrusting upward, sending the writhing electric pokemon high into the air.

"THUNDERBOLT!" Watson roared.

Several projectiles of shimmering electricity glided forward, tearing through Nidoking's own bombardment of indigo spheres of darkness. Unaffected by the bolts, Nidoking let out a bellow, leaping into the air with a kick of his brawny legs. Electabuzz, who had avoided the most of the Shadow Balls, twisted around in his decent, a coat of fires dancing around his clenched fists. The pokemon collided with a sudden crack, and smoke flew from Nidoking's coat of armor as he parried both punches. Breaking free, Electabuzz hissed, thrusting both legs into Nidoking's stomach.

The violet Poison pokemon fell to the ground with a sickening crash.

-

"Then after Nidoking got up, Electabuzz Ice Punched him in the gut, then pummeled him with Dynamic Punches and Cross Chops."

Cosmo closed his eyes, leaning his head against the tree he was standing by.

"And that's how I got here."

Reluctantly slinging a large pack onto his shoulder, Cosmo trudged forward, his eyes surveying other residents of the campus of Lapras High University.

From a distance, he could see a small boy talking angrily to others, along with someone the trainer thought was rather 'emo' looking. Eyeing the paper he clutched in his hand once more, he muttered "Midori Dorm" as he entered a stream of hallways, eyeing the signs swiftly before moving onto the next. Ten minutes of systematic searching later, he finally came upon his room (after realizing he was first in Kuro Dorm, exited the building annoyedly then runnign over to Midori), which was rather sparse (he noted that there were THREE beds). Tossing his pack onto one of the beds, he followed suit by leaping onto the hard matress. He was surprised to find a folded up piece of paper, and upon unfolding it, he glanced at the time.

"Twelve thirty-five." He noted. "Better get ready for mister 'Simon Cowell'.."
-

Rushed, ya, but I got to where I'm supposed to be. ^_^;

[The_Missing_Link]

Name: Andrea "Andy" Greenwood
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Physical Desc.: She stands at 5'5 and is thin and sort of pale but is in good shape from training with her Pokemon. Her eyes are a mix of blue, gray and green and her hair is a chocolate brown that lies straight down at her shoulders although she likes to put it up for training and battling. She prefers wearing t-shirts and jeans with sneakers but isn't against dressing up if the occasion calls for it.
Personality: Andy is a kind but quiet person, more likely to be off training with her Pokemon rather than hang out at a party with her friends. If she's in the right mood though, she's rather outgoing and more apt to do something that doesn't involve Pokemon. She's determined to be the best trainer but knows how to balance the need to win and keeping her Pokemon happy. If they won't or can't battle, she won't force them to continue.
Bf: Very much open
History: Born and raised in Mahogany Town, she's the daughter of breeders and granddaughter of Pryce, the leader of the Mahogany gym. With such an eclectic background, no one knew where she would end up but without much thought, she decided battling was her calling. Pryce immediately took her under his wing with the intention of her becoming the heir to his gym. He gave her a Snorunt at the age of eight, which she named Isis. After five hard years of training, her grandfather gave her a Dawn Stone, which was apparently hard to obtain but she figured he had connections in the Shinou region. She evolved Isis into a Froslass and over the past seven years, she has collected a wide variety of Pokemon and decided to apply to Lapras Valley University to test her skills and help her decide whether becoming the next Mahogany Town gym leader is what she really wants to do
Pokemon: Froslass (Isis), Charizard (Drake), Buizel (Shino), Kirlia (Apollo), Hitmonlee (Orion)
Degree: Battling


Andy Greenwood
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Andy Greenwood stared out the window and sighed as the train was finally arriving at the Indigo Plateau. The last time she ventured out of northern Johto was at least two years ago and that was to Shinou on the advice of her grandfather, Pryce, to see the world before she decided to commit to living in Mahogany Town forever. Shino was the result of her trip and it was fun seeing new Pokemon and battling new trainers but after a month, she grew tired of spending nights in hotels and camp grounds and went back home.

"Here I am, on the road again," Andy murmured to herself. She thought that after the trip to Shinou, she would remain content and train further under her grandfather. After a year and a half, the need to do more with her life gnawed at her being. On a whim, she applied to LVU as she knew it would give her a chance to learn new skills, meet new people and battle new trainers. And now half a year later, she was on her way to a four year commitment that would hopefully prove fruitful.

"Lass," Isis yawned and lifted her head from Sarah's lap.

She smiled and patted the ice Pokemon's head as the train slowly pulled into the station. She motioned for the Froslass to get up and picked up her luggage sitting on the opposite side of the seats. She waited until she got outside to release the rest of her Pokemon and from there they started on the short walk to the university.

It was 12:15 PM by the time they got to the front gates. They barely got through when they heard an announcement.

“All freshmen are to report to the gate of Battler’s Forest by 1 pm. You are to unpack your stuffs at your relevant dorm before meeting up with your various professors.

Midori dorm, please report to Professor Simon Cowell. Kuro dorm, please report to Dr. Paula. Anka dorm, please report to Associate Professor Wilson Tong.

Thank you.”

"Ok, so that gives us 45 minutes to unpack and relax," Andy said aloud to her Pokemon while she suddenly thought of people singing karaoke.

They nodded in agreement and continued on their way to the Kuro dorm, which according to Sarah's acceptance papers was her new residence. Using the good ol' world wide web, she also found out that her roommate's name was Namie Lloyd. Whether she was related to the famous Ken Lloyd was something she wanted to find out but that would have to wait until they actually met each other.

Luckily, using the map of the campus proved fruitful for Sarah as she found her dorm and her room in no time. It was set up like a small apartment, with a common room, two bedrooms and a bathroom but no kitchen. That wasn't much of a loss on Andy's part since she couldn't cook for shit but on those late nights, popcorn or soup wouldn't be an option. She just shrugged in indifference and started helping her Pokemon drag things here and there.

A half an hour later, her things were unpacked and it was nearly ready to get to the Battler's Forest. The damn PA person announced the same message five more times, as if they were all deaf. Andy recalled all of her Pokemon except Isis and Shino and traveled down to the Battler's Forest. People were already there by the time she arrived and at 1 PM, a new announcement came over the PA.

“Freshmen, please note. You are to report to your relevant professors to take your attendance, after which you are to line up according to your degree. Battling degree will follow your camp coordinator, Lucy Oarwell. Contest degree will follow Chris Coleman and breeding, your camp coordinator is Randy Orton.”

I walked over to the woman who had a "Dr. Paula " sign over her head although I was standing with my Pokemon, I felt very alone. I was away from my friends and family and had no idea who these people were. Fantastic.

[classy_cat18]

Naomi Windfall ~ Kuro ~ Battling
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"Let's go, Dante!" I shouted as I rushed out of Kuro dorm. Dante quickly caught up with me and slowed his pace as we raced for the Battler's forest. Which actually looks like a real forest. Chirping bird Pokemon and all.

A couple of the faces were familiar. The two guys that went by my room stood next to me. One looked like he had been traveling for a while. I smiled and waved at him, puzzled by the look that he gave me. The Asian glanced at me and then turned his attention back to Dr. Paula.

Then the three of us split, me heading in a different direction than the other two. I looked over my shoulder and noticed that the bearded guy was doing the same. "I guess you're not Battling. I'll see you later. By the way, my name's Naomi," I told him before Dante tugged at my pants leg and urged me to continue walking.

I found myself with a girl that was near me when I was at the last group. I laid my eyes on her Buizel and squealed in delight. Without thinking about the girl's heart condition, I turned to her and started talking. "Is that your Buizel? Okay, stupid question. Of course it is. That Pokemon is soooo cute! I always wanted a Buizel but I already had my precious Staryu and I wanted to keep my team small! Is he a fast swimmer? Is he strong?"

"Uhh..." was all the poor girl could say.

I finally came to my senses. "Oh, my name's Naomi. And this is Dante!" Dante raised a paw in greeting.

[Crazy Elf Boy]

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Lyzolda

I kept walking down the rough dirt path that was leading me to the Battle forest were we would start our orientation.

A big pair of tall pylons symbolized the netrance to the forest, some people were already here talking with each other.

I looked down at my watch. "Hmmm still only 12:30....I reckon I have time for a sleep. What do you think of that Kitsune Chan".

The small blue fox looked up at me and with a big grin on its face " RIOLU, LU'

I scouted out a nice big tree with lots of shade, and started to lay down in its shadow. "I guess the others would like to come out to"

I removed my pokeballs from their hooks on my belt and threw into the air. A manegery of pokemon sprang forth in a red light. They all started to lay down in the shade of the tree as well.

~~~~~~~~~~~~25 minutes later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I suddenly awoke from my dreaming state when a loud voice came over the loud speaker

“Freshmen, please note. You are to report to your relevant professors to take your attendance, after which you are to line up according to your degree. Battling degree will followed your camp coordinator, Lucy Oarwell. Contest degree will followed Chris Coleman and breeding, your camp coordinator is Randy Orton.”

"Hmmm Randy Orton, Randy Orton who is that" I whispered

A lot of people were here now, nearly thre quarters of all the freshman probably. I scouted around then I noticed a big muscly guy about 6'3" with a sling around one arm and a sign in the other with Breeding written on it. Though there was something a little bit suspicious about this guy, he had lots of tiny baby pokemon around.

"Is this guy for real" I thought

I moved over to the back of the line that had formed around this man.

"Well now all I have to do is wait"

[Mystic_clown]

Ienzo Lumaria
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Ienzo breathed a sigh of relief when he and Vince finally reached the gate to the battler's forest.

"Thanks Vince," Ienzo smiled, "I owe you one." Vince simply shrugged.

"Don't mention it. You looked like you could use some help."

“Freshmen, please note. You are to report to your relevant professors to take your attendance, after which you are to line up according to your degree. Battling degree will followed your camp coordinator, Lucy Oarwell. Contest degree will followed Chris Coleman and breeding, your camp coordinator is Randy Orton.”

"Well," Vince said, "Looks like we'd better be going. Which degree you doing?"

"Contest," Ienzo simply replied.

"Ah, ok. Well, I'm doing Battling so, I'll guess I'll see you around."

Ienzo nodded and gave him a small wave before heading off towards his coordinator.

He stood about 6'1'', long, neat black hair and looked of asian origin. He had a small friendly smile as the studants lined up in front of him.

Ienzo breathed a small sigh of relief when he found the girl from before was NOT in the same degree as him.

[The_Missing_Link]

Andy - Kuro - Battling
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Andy blinked in confusion as the tall girl started ogling Shino and started talking in a fast and hyper voice.

You're not a hot guy, she thought sadly to herself but quickly tried to get out of that mindset as talking to anyone was better than no one.

"I would like to think he's strong and fast," Andy smiled. "I've had Shino about two years but he's taking his time to evolve. I suppose when he's ready, he'll do it."

Andy squatted down and let Dante sniff her before she started rubbing behind his ear. She had always wanted a Quilava but preferred having one type of Pokemon on her team and Drake took up that spot. Perhaps in the future she would consider getting one.

"ooh, he likes you," Naomi squealed in delight. "I haven't seen him move his hind leg like that in forever!"

Andy chuckled lightly and stood up to face Naomi, much to the disappointment of Dante.

"I'm Andy and you've already met Shino. This is my other Pokemon, Isis."

Andy pointed to the Froslass, who had recently been upstaged by Shino. With the spotlight on her, she cried out in joy and started hovering around Naomi. She smuggled a laugh as Naomi started shivering violently.

"I'm sorry about that," Andy smirked. "She has that effect on everyone at first but you get used to it after a while. Anyway, now that we signed in with Dr. Paula, maybe we should meet our coordinator, whose name I think is Lucy Oarwell."

She looked around and sure enough found a perky blond with the same smiley face next to her name as Dr. Paula. God, it was as if they decided to drown themselves in coffee and take some pep pills to mask their misery.

[Dark-San]

Freshmen Orientation Camp 2007

The schedules of the activities are as listed below,

School Chairman’s Speech

“Ahem… Freshmen, can I have your attention please? My name is Christopher Topplebell. I am the school chairman of university as well as your acting principal. Being here for at least one- sixth of my life, I have seen through this school grow and flourish under the education system.

We have come a long way since 1956, as we would be celebrating our 51st Anniversary as well as the Founder’s Day a few months from now. I am pretty sure by now that as you walked past the seniors, you will noticed this uneasiness between the different faculties.

Yes, I hate to admit it but your seniors of the three different faculties are at war with each other. Even the professors are having a difficult time trying to resolve the issue. All this started around four to five years ago. It all begins when there was a half- a- century tradition of the school that the candidates for the title of the top battler from the battling degree are thrown into the depth of Battler’s Forest. We called it the survivor test. There they would be dispatch into the different location and survive the harsh forest condition. The true winner of that test would be crowned the top battler of Lapras Valley University.

The winner of course will be given a chance to meet up with Battler’s Forest guardian, the legendary Mew. It is a chance of a lifetime to meet up and communicate with the legend itself. Mew has always protected the forest and it is the very heart and soul of the forest itself.

However around the year 1968, we had our battler winner and as usual she was given a chance to meet up with Mew. Her name was Haruhi Kuzuma. She was the elite trainer back then and her pokemons were impressive with a team of Dewgong, Rapidish, Gengar, Hitmochan, Magneton and Flygon. As talented as she is, she was evil hearted. And instead of just meeting up with the legendary pokemon, she wanted to capture it and rear it as her own.

That greed took over her and the meeting became an all-out battle. Or of course, Mew does not stand a chance against a six on one battle and got injured. Before, she can deal it with a final blow with Magneton’s Zap Cannon; the lake swept the injured pokemon away.

Nobody knew of what happen to the Mew. All we know is that Haruhi Kuzuma was stripped of her battler’s title and expelled from the university. Back then, she swore revenge at this injustice but nobody had heard of her since then. If she would to return, she would have been an old lady just like me but perhaps two or three years older.

To pray for the safety of Mew, we had even erected a shrine just next to the lake, hoping that one-day it would return to the forest again. But like Haruhi Kuzuma, it never did too.

Fast forward into year 2002 where we had began our first intake for the newest courses, both contest and breeding. A few months, the campus was in a quiet mode but an outcry broke the peace.

It all started when a school newsletter was published on the issue of the Battler’s tradition. One of the reporters of the newsletter wrote an insulting article on the battling degree, calling them scrums that only feed on the success of their pokemons. It further describe while the pokemons are only battling their guts, their trainers would only stay in one corner, free from any physical attacks. It too stated that an example of a battling student would be Haruhi Kuzuma, the lady responsible for the murder of the Battler’s forest guardian.

Of course this was the trigger that later unleashes a hell nobody expected. The professors even took measures to discipline the culprit behind that article but nonetheless the damage had done. The mistrust between the battling degree cohort and the rest of the faculties grew larger and larger. And eventually the inevitable happened.

The Contest faculty was the one that start the first assault onto the Battling degree. Some students apparently sought out the weaker students and assaulted them, calling them a batch of weaklings who have no backbones. The Battlers retaliated and did the same method but the damage was twice- fold. The Breeding degree got involved somehow and took the side of the Contest faculty.

In the end, the three months all out war was concluded in a tournament where all the faculties are to send out their best for a one on one battle with their counterparts. The battle of course was won by the battling degree and peace was restore.

We have even holidays set by the school to commemorate both occasions, with the Forest Guardian Festival and the school’s battling and contest tournaments. We are in fact still running the Battler’s survival test yearly for the battling degree cohort.

Though the mistrust still tingled around, I certainly hope that with this fresh batch of students, there shouldn’t be any problem on the rivalry affecting you guys.

This will sum up my speech and my student council president will take over from me.”

Student Council President’s Speech

“ Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen. I am your Student Council President. My name is Ayako Oishi. I am a third year student and would be graduating this year from the degree of Breeding.

In fact, let me enlighten you on the job scope of a student council member. In fact many freshmen had this habit of stereotyping the student council members are just merely responsible for upholding the very discipline of the school with the assistance of the professors. In short, they think we are the bad guys.

Yes unfortunately but that is only a fraction of what we do. We organize functions, workshops and festivals. Raising funds of those events, planning, the marketing portion, manage the funds and even getting the sponsors. We perform every inch and ounces of the preparation stage.

Besides this, we settled disputes between the students. Most cases are due to the mistrust of the faculties. And yes, if the settlement goes nowhere, everything would be decided via the pokemon battle. This is how we do things here.

In fact, we plan the event that you are currently participating in, the Freshmen Orientation Camp, as well.

Unfortunately, some of us are graduating this year and this event would be our last in charge. Hence we would like to use this opportunity to recruit the freshmen before the first day of school when the other clubs grabs you.

If you register with us, we promise you that you will join a club with the chance to sharpen up your leadership skills and planning for big events. As I am stepping down myself, let me make use of this chance to introduce your new Student Council President.

He would be Chris Coleman, the big guy over there holding the Contest signboard. He is currently a second year contest degree student.

Finally I hoped you guys enjoy your time and do consider on joining our student council board.”

Point to note:

1) Orientation Camp starts now
2) The school chairman had revealed the history behind the faculty rivalry
3) Events such as Battler’s survival test, Forest Guardian Festival and annual battling and contest tournaments unveiled
4) Chris Coleman revealed as the new Student Council President

[Perfect Chaos]

Shaan Ramuk
>>Arrival<<
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I groaned loudly as I regained conciousness. Shit...I feel like I got run over by a bunch of Golem coming down a mountainside... I thought to myself groggily. Slowly, I began to make myself aware of my surroundings. I saw that I was inside the room, lying on one of the beds. A note was on top of me, so I picked it up and it read:

Hey there,

Sorry for the confusion earlier. I guess I must've really surprised you when I suddenly charged you. Hope you're OK after I kicked you in your...well you know...anyways, I, uh, unpacked your stuff for you while you were out. It was the least I could do. Oh, and I think the freshman orientation start at about 1 pm, so hopefully you manage to recover by then.

I hope to be able to give you a proper greeting once we meet face-to-face. Hope to see you at the orientation.

-Akira Hamilton

I blinked once or twice and looked at the clock in the room. It read 12:45 pm. "OH SHIT!! I'M GOINA BE LATE!!" I yelled outloud, suddenly feeling clear-headed after my assault. I jumped out of the bed and tore out of the room and dorm as fast as I could.

Once I had reached the front of Battler's Forest, I was amazed at how many other students were already there. Wow...that's a shitload of kids in my year... I thought to myself in bewilderment as I looked around.

After hearing speeches from the School Chairman and the Student Council President, I was ready for some of the activities for Orientation to start. Well...time to prove myself to the rest of the school now... I thought to myself, mentally preparing myself for what lay ahead...

[~Genki Katchum~]

Note to self: Remember about RPGs when you're playing Pokemon DP.

Ditto >.>()



Name: Genki Ryugami
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Physical Desc.: 6'4"; short, shaggy/curly brown hair that goes down to his eyebrows in the front and down the neck like usual short hair styles; lightly tanned skin; hazel eyes; slim with a little extra meat on the skin; wears a red t-shirt with a blue long-sleeve over-shirt and blue jeans; brown and black shoes with red laces and highlights scattered around the shoes
Personality: A little quiet--but not because he's shy; rather, it's because he's constantly thinking. Sometimes his mind wanders, but when it comes to battling, he's thinking of nothing but strategies. He can get prideful when it comes to anything remotely competitive, but can be a really nice guy otherwise. He doesn't lose his cool easily and rarely--if ever--shows a more violent or emotive (or as he puts it as "unstable") emotion. He tends to look down upon people who express this "instability" of emotion in excess. Though, he does laugh and do things like a normal person; just not in excess. When it comes to his pokemon, he doesn't have a very personal affection toward most of them (sans his Umbreon) and thinks of them more as objects towards victory than pets--though he does understand that it is normal for others to get emotionally closer to their pokemon since he has a similar relationship with his Umbreon.
Bf/Gf: None... as of yet...
History: He grew up with a loving mom and a strict, but loving dad and, based on their raising techniques, should act and think just like any other person his age. However, an experience changed him forever when he was 10-years old. While walking home from school, he saw the school bullies beating up on a frightened Eevee. Genki felt so upset about what he saw that he lost control of himself and rushed at the bullies screaming. The bullies easily took him down by throwing a few punches then proceeded to beat him. That was when the Eevee attacked the bullies with a quick attack and scared them off. After the experience, Genki realized that he shouldn't have let his emotions get the better of him and that he should become more calculative in his actions. From that day on, Genki was a much calmer person and got into the habit of thinking more before doing anything. He and the Eevee (who stayed beside him after being rescued) had been training ever since that day and have grown close despite Genki's reluctance to give into such an emotion. It upsets him greatly when he fails at something since he has become somewhat of a genius when it comes to thinking strategically. He's been able to defeat t the gym leaders of the Kanto, Johto, Shinou areas without any struggle, but has yet to challenge the Elite Four groups of each region. However, it is something on his "To Do" List...
Other: Music Theme -- Prayer - HYDE
Pokemons: Umbreon, Raichu, Linoone, Noctowl, Poliwrath, Gengar
Degree: Battling


~Genki Ryugami~

"Oh, honey I'm going to miss you sooo much!"

Genki's mom gave him another tight hug and sloppy kiss as his dad ruffled his hair. All the while, Genki had a big grin on his face--one of his more uncommon grins. He kept that grin on as he packed; he was grinning as he hugged his parents one more time; and he was smiling as he boarded the train.

"FINALLY! I can get AWAY from those two!" Genki thought to himself as he waved at his parents through the train's thick glass. The train took off with a tug that would make a person stumble. Fortunately, Genki had already found a seat, put his luggage aside, and began to relax. It was so refreshing to be away from his parents after so long. Sure, he had travelled all over, but his overloving parents were always finding some way to catch up with him or see him. But once Genki had gotten the acceptance letter to LVU, he had already thought up the perfect excuse to prevent his parents from following him and to restrain their communications to a simply bi-monthly phone-call. Genki reached into his backpack and pulled out a pokeball. With a red line of light, his Umbreon formed on the seat in front facing him and the Umbreon stretched out.

"Umbreon, wake me when we get to LVU." Genki commanded with a yawn. And with that, he shut his eyes and began to dream of new and interesting battle challenges awaiting him...

-~-~-~-

"Breeee-yon!"

Genki slowly opened his eyes to see his Umbreon sitting upright looking at him with a face that said "Sorry to wake you, but we're here."

"Thank you," Genki said in a monotone voice as he returned Umbreon to his Pokeball. He was definitely looking foward to more sleep in a nice dorm bed. Genki stepped off the train with his suitcase and backpack and headed toward the school. As he approached the entrance, he noticed some thuggish-looking people sneering and chuckling at him.

"I hope I get some challengers that are more than just stupid thugs at this school," Genki mumbled to himself as he made his way through the opening gates.

“All freshmen are to report to the gate of Battler’s Forest by 1 pm. You are to unpack your stuffs at your relevant dorm before meeting up with your various professors.

Midori dorm, please report to Professor Simon Cowell. Kuro dorm, please report to Dr Paula. Anka dorm, please report to Associate Professor Wilson Tong.

Thank you.”

"Great... it's already 12:30. That doesn't give me much time left..."

Genki took a moment to remember what was on the map given to him along with the acception letter and promptly made his way to the Midori dorms. It took him about 10 minutes to walk there and as soon as he entered, the PA system went on again:

“Freshmen, please note. You are to report to your relevant professors to take your attendance, after which you are to line up according to your degree. Battling degree will followed your camp coordinator, Lucy Oarwell. Contest degree will followed Chris Coleman and breeding, your camp coordinator is Randy Orton.”

Genki quickly made his way to a dorm room to place his things. The room he picked had nobody in it, so Genki was pleased--until he noticed the bag on one of the beds. Genki's face grimaced.

"Great... so much for solitude, I guess."

Genki places his luggage on one of the other beds and made his way out to the field mentioned earlier. He made it just in time to hear the Chairman's Speech.

"Oh how MATURE. They've got rivalries going on between the staff..."

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Tag sumbodeh!

[EngiMatikul]

Kuriko
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Kuriko was absolutely dumbfounded. She stood there, staring along with her Natu at the newly arrived guest at the pokemon center and his Pokemon, completely in shock and disarray... what was this person? She had never seen anything so... extravagant... Meanwhile, while she was still trying to understand the newcomers, Namie had already struck up a conversation and relating perfectly with him. That's Namie for you, Kuriko thought.
She gave a glance to Nishikaze, who seemed to just shrug his imaginary shoulders and say something incomprehensible to Kuriko. Nitres might have understood, but you could never tell with his wooden facial expression... Kuriko and Nitres decided to focus their attention towards the flashy pokemon of the strangely dressed and heavily perfumed man. The pokemon seemed extremely pleased at their attention, and immediately began forming different poses as if they were expecting a photo shot from the onlookers. Kuriko was appalled; Nishikaze was dejected; Nitres was placid.
A few moments passed. Kuriko had sworn she lost consciousness due to the concentration of phermones both the trainer and his pokemon were emitting; for a while, all seemed to clear up all of a sudden, but only then she realized that Namie and the other trainer were leaving. Quickly she hurried behind them, but made sure to stay a safe distance away so she doesn't become intoxicated by the perfume once again. While on the way to the orientation, she thought of how the perfume might be the culprit in the strange behavior of this man; yes, in whatever form of chemical, whether it be perfume or a drug, there is a certain threshhold where the body no longer benefits but is affected aversely...
"Yes... it must be that... overdose..."
"Hmm? Did you say something?" Kuriko looked up and saw Namie staring her in the face. Startled, she stepped back and looked around. They were at the forest; many students had gathered and were lining up according to their degree.
"A-Ah... nothing..." She quickly regained composure and proceeded to their appropriate group alongside with Namie. "So... that person was...?"
"Ah! His name was Aubrey Loosestrife. He's a fan of my brother! Who would have thought my bro is already that famous? I mean, I knew he was famous, but to meet a fan of his here..." She giggled with glee. Namie really admires her brother, Kuriko thought.
Kuriko reminiscenced for a bit. Namie's brother... Ken Lloyd. Admittedly, Kuriko didn't like Ken too much at first. He thought Ken was rather brash and rude. But it turned out, after Namie had introduced them properly, he was a pretty kind guy, just energetic. He even made Kuriko laugh a little, at times.
"So, a musician, huh... I haven't seen him in a while..."
Namie's eyes lit up. "You want to come with me to his concert some time? I can get you tickets..."
The image of a thousand Aubreys and his pokemon came into Kuriko's mind.
"...No thanks..."
"Hey!! Kuriko!! Over here!!"
Kuriko froze. Slowly, she turned her head towards the direction of the person calling her name... it was... Rywen....
"...Aha!! So he is the stupid friend," Namie automatically guessed correctly. "Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go meet up with him!"
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OOC: Ok, so now its -WO's char, +B4's char... huuuuh....

[Bulbasaur4]

Rywen Oro
.: Clouds with a splash of sunshine :.

Aislin's large bright eyes caught Rywen thinking of how pretty they looked, and how they reminded him of honey. This soon led him to thinking of what to cook for lunch, as she and Ichigo exchanged a few words. Coming back to their conversation, Rywen's goofy smile spread across his face as he gave a smirk.
"Ichigo-kun is-"
"...don't call me that..."
"- a little on the honorable side. I mean, I have honor as well... but he tends to take it to a whole new meaning. A cult in a way, if I do say so-" Rywen didn't finish however, because Ichigo started walking again and Rywen merely gave a shrug as he ended his teasing. "Shall we head to the grounds then, Aislin?" Rywen inquired, and she nodded as the three of them headed.
It was rather amusing, to Rywen at least, to think of the three of them walking along with the mob of Ichigo's pokemon following behind. Only one little pokemon between the two of them did not belong to Ichigo, and that was Zia, the Espeon of Rywen. Her ears were perked forward as she seemed to almost prance along side of Rywen.

As they walked, a girl fell from the sky. Or at least... seemed to.

Rywen was not one to be accustomed to girls falling from the sky and into his arms. Luckily for the girl and for perhaps him, his talents from years of training came through in their truest form. His reaction was not to run or dodge, but rather he instinctively caught what ‘could’ have been an attack to form it into his own strength. However, this attack turned out merely to be a falling girl whom he caught. Perhaps for a normal man, catching a maiden falling from the sky would have been a high- perhaps an ego boost. However, Rywen was unfamiliar with things of that nature… at least, at this given time and in that moment.

So she was off, and Rywen was left with an Ichigo-kun looking at him with an absent look that could surpass Rywen’s own blank and unknowing stare.

“Are we done Rywen? Or shall we wait for the next falling maiden from the sky?” Ichigo asked, crossing his arms in a very poised way. Rywen scratched the back of his head and gave a nod.

“Let us be off!” And then Rywen scampered to catch up to the chorus of pokemon, Ichigo and Aislin.


Soon the duo came to the location of where the orientation was to be held. The division of groups occurred and to that Rywen bade Ichigo and Aislin goodbye. He had mentioned to Aislin to stop by for lunch as they were walking, but had not informed Ichigo yet.

“I will be making lunch Ichigo-kun!!” Rywen called as they parted ways, and one could clearly note that Ichigo twitched at the mention of ‘-kun’, especially since it was not whispered nor stated, but yelled.

Oblivious, Rywen went towards his section where the Breeder Majors were to be held. Speeches were given- mostly having things that did not interest Rywen. He took note of the important things- dates, locations, references to persons- but otherwise he was taking in his surroundings. After the speeches, there was a lull in the conversation. It was enough for Rywen to spot a familiar face- Kuriko and with her was another female.

“Hey!! Kuriko!! Over here!!” Rywen called with great enthusiasm, a smile beaming upon his face as his auburn hair bounced with his motions. As the two females approached, he gave a low bow of ‘hello.’

“Ah, is your friend a Breeding major too?” He inquired, to which Kuriko gave a nod. Rywen’s face lit up with excitement, “Fantastic! I look forward to many meetings in the future!”

“So… what is your name?” The female inquired, as to which Rywen’s face faltered for a moment.
“Oh sorry… that must have been rude of me. My name is Rywen Oro. What is yours?”

“Namie Lloyd.” She stated, to which Rywen took her hand and gave it a soft and gracious shake- about as gentleman of a shake as you could get, minus the kiss on the hand.

“Great to meet you, as well as to see Kuriko again. Do you two have dinner plans?” Rywen asked, as Kuriko’s brow seemed to raise. “You see… I plan on making dinner in celebration of the first day. I like to cook a lot, you see, but cooking things just for Ichigo-kun makes things a bit short and I’d like to cook a lot.”

“Did… you just say Ichigo?” Namie inquired, as Rywen looked to her for a moment with a blank curious stare before it registered.

“Ah! Yes… your last name was Lloyd, correct? Are you and Ichigo-kun related by chance? I heard his family has many relations…”

“Yes… yes it does. Ichigo-kun and I are of relation.” She responded, a notable smirk upon her face forming at the adding of “-kun” although Rywen seemed to not notice.

“So lunch?”

[Dark-San]

Chapter 4 – Day 1 Orientation Camp

“You seriously believe it?”

I continue to yell in front of the rest of my cohort during lunchtime. This is the first time that I lost my cool as I am being ordered around like a slave by the coordinator of the breeding degree, Randy Orton.

“I tell you for the thirteen time! That Randy Orton is no good guy! How could he be the student council member in charge of the breeding degree? This is absurd!”

Worriedly, Alan tugged me on the shirt trying to clam me down.

“Hush, you better not accuse him without any evidence. You will get into trouble if you do that.”

“Well you just got to believe that hunk with a bunch of Cleffa, Igglybuff and Pichu is the one that attacked the little girl that I met up behind the alley.”

“I don’t need any evidence, I have a witness.”

I continue my words of assault on Randy who had not yet made his appearance.

“You got a problem with your lunch?”

A voice loomed across the dining area as Randy finally came into the picture.

“Yes, I had a problem but it isn’t the lunch, its you.”

Pointing an accusing finger at Randy, I stood up and marched up together him. Though I maybe a bit not as muscular as he is, at least I am still taller. The height compensates the lack of meat.

“Your fucking Charmelon toasted me back in the late morning and it even ruin my best coat. Besides that, you even threaten a little girl into giving up her pokemon.”

“What Charmelon? I don’t remember having one?”

“Don’t make a fool out of me you arsehole, you are no better than the battlers here who are only making use of their pokemons to gain glory.”

“Enough is enough!”

The Student Council President interrupted the war of words between Randy and me.

“This is supposed to be a joyous occasion and not an occasion for you two to argue about. Besides I don’t want any of your ‘battlers sucks’ attitudes around here. I have enough of your nonsense. Your accusation is baseless and I can vouch for Randy that he does not possess any such pokemon as mentioned by you. He has only the three baby pokemons to begin with.”

“You are dearly wrong, my lady. You may not believe me now but someday you will come to know of the truth.”

“That’s it. That’s the final straw.”

With that, she instructed two seniors to come beside me.

“He is now officially under house- arrest. Escort him back to his dorm, until he learns some manners on how to respect authority.”

With that, I was immediately brought to the dorm without a second to spare.

“And as for you, Randy. As a senior, you shouldn’t have argued with your junior. You will now step-down for the time being. Lucy, kindly take over the handling of the administration matters for the breeding degree as well.”

Randy sulked at being reprimanded by the Student Council Student and stormed out of the dining area as well.

The drama ended and so have the chatterbox noises too.

Points to note:

1) Okay drama is over; everyone is free to RPG on his or her next event. Take note that lunch break will place in the canteen at Block C.
2) The courage test would start on Sunday when everyone had posted the activities from the lunchtime period to the Free Time period (1400 – 2200). Do get yourself a partner - male/ female pairing recommended.
3) Tags darktyranitar – Your actions are next.
4) Chapter 5 – The escape

[Roy Karrde]

Akira Hamilton
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Humming brightly I walked out of the lunch room with a plate of food between my hands. The cost was much lighter than I expected for a meal of this size, and I began to walk back to my dorm ready to chow down. “Food Food Food.” I hummed happily, stepping through the exterior sliding doors of the dorm and into the lobby to which I took the hall leading back to my room. As I walked I passed a familiar guy who was heading the other way. He stopped, turned and walked back, falling in step with me as we walked down the hallway.

“Hey why are you here and not joining the rest for lunch?” He asked as we rounded the corner, twenty more feet till I reached my room. “Aren’t your mates over there?” He asked.

I glanced up, giving him a warm smile. “I just really wanted to lay down in my room, getting ready for tonight.” I explained, moving my shoulders back and forth. The jump earlier in the morning had really thrown my shoulders out of whack.

"Nahz, that wouldn't do we have events coming up for tonight. Maybe that drama that had happen between one of the freshman and our student council member must have dampen your appetite." He suggested, I frowned slightly and tried to wave off the comment as if I felt like he was trying to analyze me. I quickly shrugged off the comment, reaching my dorm room. "Wouldn't you want to participate in them?" He asked.

I leaned against the doorway, using one hand to fish through my shorts to pull out the key to my room. "I'm sorry participating in what exactly? The Endurance test that everyone is talking about?" I asked, fishing the key out of my pocket and waving off a stray hair that had passed over and tickled my ear.

As if on cue he fished a schedule out of his pocket, analyzing it. “We are moving into the battler's forest after this, where you will move in with the rest into your designated campsite, why don't you trying mixing around with your peers? you shy or something?" He added again, by now a muscle began to slightly twitch on my forehead, I just wanted to go get my room ready instead of letting everything get scrunched up in the suitcase! "Cleaning your room and stuff, those are minor things like I say these things can wait. Or if you want you can proceed to your room to clean up and when they head into the battler's forest, I looked for ya?" He kept on and on..

I gave a small smile and unlocked the door slipping in. "Okay then I will see you there!" I replied happily, slowly shutting the door and saying goodbye. The second the door shut I let my body sag, nearly dropping the tray as I moved into my room and sat it on my nightstand, rolling onto the mattress, face down.

Moments later the door opened and then shut again slightly, some movement happened in the main room and then silence. “Akira? Mind if I have that hamburger if you plan to let it go to waist?” My Room mate asked, his voice slightly muffled. I turned my head slightly to look at him, finding that he had a Hockey mask on, most likely for protection.

“Go on..” I mumbled, turning my head back into the pillow. My whole body felt drained and now I had to face the fact that I would be spending most of the night with that annoying guy.

A moment later the weight on the bed shifted to my left. “Where does it hurt?” He asked, his voice more caring and nice.

“Everywhere.” I mumbled back through the pillow. Soon two strong hands were rubbing my shoulders as I took in several long deep breaths through my nose. “I’m going to win.” I whispered to myself, drifting off to sleep under the already stressful day and evening to come.

[Mystic_clown]

Ienzo Lumaria
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Ienzo sat quietly at the table, munching on the piece of chicken he got from the cafeteria. Once again, his shyness had kicked in and so the small, grey-haired boy was sitting all alone.

He had watched the bigger guy get into and arguement with the Breeder coordinator, accusing him of attacking a small child. Judging by what he was saying, he had something against battlers, so he was either in the Breeding or Contest degree. Ienzo silently hoped it was the former.

He hadn't seen Vince ever since they split up. Most likely he was with his peers, probably to busy to talk to him right now. And after hearing about the bad blood between the different degrees, he probably wouldn't want to either.

Ienzo sighed. The first day of uni and he was all alone. Well, he figured it would probably be this way. Afterall, in the eyes of pretty much everyone, he was a short, grey-haired emo. Any while he admited to the shortness and his grey hair (it was genetic, he's not secretly an old man), he furiously denied the emo label...or at least ignored it.

The sound of footsteps approaching caused him to look up from his meal...


TAG...anyone?

[Crazy Elf Boy]

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After assembling in our respective degrees I heard a loud fight at the front of the line. I peeked my head out from the person standing infront of me to get a better look. I saw a boy standing at the front of line arguing line with Randy Orton our breeding coordinator. He seemed as though he was a little ticked over him. Two students came to retain the unruly student, to take him away. The breeding coordinater was also dissmissed.

"People doing the breeding Degree your new camp coordinator is Lucy Oarwell" shouted a tal lady over the microphone

The two students took the freshman back towards the dorms.

"Well sucks to be him" I thought

A loud bell resounated across the university, I knew that bell could only mean one thing LUNCH TIME. I slowly walked to the canteen at 60 miles an hour, to see what they had. Drool fell down the side of my face as I saw the scrumptious smorgas board of delights.

"What can I get you today?" The canteen worker asked.

"Ummmm....can I please get a bowl of Ramen, a bowl of noodles, two bowls of rice and a bottle of water please"

"Ok thankyou" said the lady with a nice tone.

I took my platter of food and looked for a place to sit down. Scouting around the place all the seats were already all taken up, until I saw one table that was virtually empty. I started to walk towards the table getting ready to sit down, I noticed the patron that was sitting down at the table by himself. It was the little "emo" kid from the bus station.

I sat down beside him, he looked up at me and jumped back in surprise.

"Don't worry......your safe" I said

"Oh thats good" he muttered.

"FOR NOW" I added

He jumped back at this remark

"Anyway I got bigger fish to fry, like this grumbling stomach" I uttered

He gave me another and continued eating though he kept looking up at me as if keeping a watchful eye on my actions.

After a full meal I layed back a little in satisfaction

A bell tone rang over the speakers symbolizing the end of lunch.

"Right on time" I muttered

[darktyranitar]

Alan Bradley
Building steam with a grain of salt

I was having lunch with my roommate, Hiroshi, listening to him saying stuff about the degree breeding coordinator, Randy Orton, how he tried to steal some girl’s Pokemon…

Randy Orton… isn’t there a wrestler that goes by the same name?

“You seriously don’t believe it?” he yelled at me, and I snapped from my temporary zone-out. “I tell you for the thirteen time! That Randy Orton is no good guy! How could he be the student council member in charge of the breeding degree? This is absurd!”

I quickly tugged him on the shirt, trying to calm him down. “Hush, you better not accuse him without any evidence. You will get into trouble if you do that.”

“Well you just got to believe that hunk with a bunch of Cleffa, Igglybuff and Pichu is the one that attacked the little girl that I met up behind the alley.” He sat down, before he continued. “I don’t need any evidence, I have a witness.” And he went on and on, and I could only listen to the story, sighing.

“You got a problem with your lunch?” Randy appeared behind us.

Hiroshi growled and made his way towards Randy, a finger pointed at him accusingly.” Yes, I had a problem but it isn’t the lunch. It’s you.”

Oh, the drama.


Needless to say, Hiroshi was then put under a house arrest, and he was immediately escorted back towards his dorm by two seniors. I meekly watched from the sidelines, as they then told Randy that his position as breeding coordinator will be taken by Lucy Oarwell.

“Uh… okay. Sure… whatever,” I thought sleepily. I remembered bits and pieces of the
speech from our principal, Christopher Topplebell, something about rivalries between the three degree’s students… and I remembered the way Hiroshi treats Vince, the guy who took the battling degree – the way he looked at him, and how he was giving Vince the cold shoulder. Ah… he’s a perfect example…

I let my Magneton out as I rested my head on the table. “Call me when anything’s up, okay?” It gave a buzz of confirmation, and I went to sleep.


Tag to anyone who wants to wake Alan up ^^

[Dark-San]

Chris Coleman – Third party RPG played by Dark-san

“Damn that piece of shit. Can’t he do a simple thing right?”

I murmured under my breath as I witness Randy being told off by the current Student Council President.

“Now it is going to take me twice the effort to reinstate him when I take over.”

Without me realizing it, Ayako came over and disrupted me.

”Hey Chris, don’t be bothered by what had happen. If such a thing ever happens to you in future, just take some affirmative action against the culprits and show them you are the boss, whether would it be to your colleagues or the students spare no one. Makes life a bit easier for you, before you know it.”

Breathing a sign of heavy relief at the mammoth task ahead, I silently nodded by head. By the looks of it, to possess such a mammoth position is something, which I was instructed to it. Ayako did not know of my secret, by day I am a role model student, one which everyone could look up to. By night, I run the most fearsome bunch of street gang and terrorized the area.

However this year does not seem like my lucky year, taking into account that my two latest attempts to grab some pokemons was disrupted and I had to order a halt for the time being.

And not with Randy’s identify being exposed, it just makes thing worse off.

It was just then when I noticed a beautiful chick that brought her lunch and went off to Anka dorm’s direction.

Hey isn’t that the same freshman lady, who came from my degree? I will have to take this opportunity and hit on her.

It took me lots of courage to walk up to her to even greet her. I struck up the conversation with her well enough but it seems like she was more than keen to avoid talking to me.

Finally she dropped her guard and did allow me to look for her after lunch is over!

Yes this is my chance!

I smiled meekly at her. Well at least, things are indeed looking brighter for me now.

[classy_cat18]

Naomi Windfall ~ Kuro ~ Battling
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"I miss Mom's cooking," I muttered to myself as I finished the rest of my rice. Traveling everywhere gave me the opportunity to try different kinds of foods, me favorite being Watmel Berries. So juicy...so sweet...

I put away my tray and walked out of the dining area, delighted to be in the sun again. Then my Swellow came to mind. Swoop would enjoy the sun too. I let her out of her pokeball, as well as Bandit.

Swoop took to the sky and flew around while Bandit sniffed around. I sat down under a tree and watched Bandit watch Swoop. Something clicked in my mind as I thought about the sweet Watmel berries. Mom gave me a gift before I left to remember her by. I set my backpack down and pulled out the decorated bag. In it were three Pecha berries, almost as sweet as what I was desiring.

Bandit caught the scent of my treat and called out for Swoop. Both of them stood in front of me. I laughed at their faces. "There's enough for all of us." I gave one to Bandit, who split it and gave half to Swoop. I ate a whole one happily and looked at the last two. "Dante would like one, no doubt. But I don't want anyone arguing over the last one."

I returned to Kuro Dorm and passed by one of the guys from earlier. He was the one that talked to me before I went to Battlers' Forest. I looked at my last Pecha Berry and set it next to him. "Consider it a peace offering," I told him as I went to my room. Bandit chose to stay and stare for a whole minute before following me in a hurry.

[Dark-San]

^~$~^Visit the Old Shrine – Courage Test^~$~^

It is now Monday Night, as the dark cloud seems to gather together and the chill wind begins blowing lake- wards. One could only left that it would be time for the annual ‘Visit the Old Shrine – Courage Test’. The shrine is built for the Forest guardian and had been left alone for years.

Aim: From the starting point as indicated from the map at the Breeding Campsite, the freshmen’s mission is to venture through the thick vegetation in pairs to get to the shrine.

Challenge: After surviving the thick vegetation, you are to enter into the main hall of the old shrine and retrieve the Mew pushie placed there on purpose. From there, you will have to leave the shrine, go through the thick vegetation again and reach back at the breeding campsite.

The enemies: Beware the thick vegetation are ladled with many routes and just going through them is a mammoth task. Nocturnal creatures like Zubats and Hoothoots are common inside the creepy forested area itself. There are more dangerous pokemons like ghost types still existing around there.

Besides this, the student council would be on stand by on different location to scare the wits out of the freshmen with their costumes and props.

Winners: Those who arrived back at the finishing point still in pairs and the Mew pushie in their possession wins the challenge.