The general idea for this story is our Pokemon run into drained Pokemon. They are so drained they look pale almost ghost like and explore why. This is one of my ideas so it will be a WIP for part of it. Please post below if you want to join me in this mystery adventure. High chance there will be some sort of dungeon involved down the road. My new Mareep\Clingly will be involved.
Lamont's Archie is involved and still plenty of room for others.
Last Edit: Jun 23, 2021 17:07:44 GMT 11 by antonius
(OOC: Anyone is free to jump in at any time with their Pokemon. The main reason for the level preference is to keep the group halfway balanced since Clingly is a Level 1 new hatchling. If you want to bring in a higher level Pokemon and use it as a guide, that could work as well.)
Clingly walks around in the meadows eating on some grass. She is enjoying the chance to be free to roam but also knowing there is a trainer who loves her and will find her when he is ready. She looks around and sees other small Pokemon enjoying the sunny day and the variety of plants in the field. In front of her is a forest. Its trees are wide apart for the first 100 feet and they look smaller than the ones further back. Clingly hears a rustle and looks closer to the forest. An mankey is dangling from one of the branches and it tosses a nut at something. After a minute, an aura surrounds the mankey who floats out of the tree and is tossed out into the open field. Then the source of the aura floats up as a group of exeggcute and flies over to where the mankey landed. Mareep thinks it is comical but doesn't go toward the direction of where the mankey landed. She continues eating on the grass in front of her until it gets short. Once it is too short to eat, she takes a few steps to the next area.
(OOC: Anyone can join in at any time with level 10 and below. This is designed to help train my Clingly and explore a story idea I've had for years.)
Clingly continues to eat until a Pokemon came out of the forest and collapses in front of her. She looks at the Pokemon and thought something was off. The sentret looks drained. There is barely any life in it and even the color of its fur is pale and lack luster.
"He...hel...help...me." The sentret barely says as it wakes back up.
Clingly looks closely at the eyes and notices the sentret eyes wander all over the area as if it can't keep them in one spot. Clingly looks around and finds a berry bush on the edge of the forest. She walks over there and luckily finds a few oran berries. She carefully picks a couple and brings them to the sentret. When the sentret sees the food, it scarfs down the two berries. After a couple of minutes, the color starts returning to the sentret and the eyes focuses on Clingly. The sentret takes a couple more minutes of rest and then gets back up. It looks back into the woods and shivers.
"Thanks for the save, friend. My name is Senny and in your debt."
"Sure, why were you so weak? Did you run into a really rough battle? Did a trainer treat you so bad it wore you out into almost nothing?"
"A trainer? I don't know what a trainer is but there were a few humans and a big machine. They stuck me and a few other captured Pokemon in it. Somehow it drained our energy and not sure what happen afterwards. These humans said something about taking our strength and power to use it for their own."
"This sounds cruel. My new trainer is letting me graze out here and socialize with hopes I can learn a few things from the wild Pokemon. I don't know if all trainers do this but mine said he will be back once he takes care of a few things. I doubt he would do what you described since he seems to love his other two Pokemon he already has. I think it be best for you to stay out here and rest up more."
"Thanks for the advice. This trainer of yours does seem a bit strange but I have little interaction with humans which is why I was caught so easily. Whoever is doing this needs to be stopped by someone somehow before these humans kill a Pokemon."
"They wouldn't do that..." a timid hoot trailed in from just above them. Perched at the tip of a thin branch, bowed under even the feather weight of the bird, was a bow-tied owl. He looked uncertain. Hunched into as much of a ball as he could manage as if waiting for a surprised shock from the pokémon below.
"Would they?" The avian shuddered at the thought. All fogginess of having just woken was cleared away at this tale. A cold shiver had nestled itself along his spine causing a distressed ruffle of his feathers.
Suddenly the rowlet didn't at all feel safe up high. The low hanging branch was exposed. Alone. The bird hopped down, expanding his short wings into an amazingly quiet flutter before touching down on the ground near the other two pokémon. He skipped a few steps closer whilst making jerking glances around to scan the area as if expecting to be jumped at any time.
"What would you even do to stop them?"
((Inserting Damien's Rowlet if that's okay ^^ Just edited his details into PC entry: Name, Gender, Nature))
The sentret looks over at the newcomer with a sad face. He shakes his head. The memories of being drained and watching others go through it is so heavy he drops his head.
"Yeah, they are deep in the woods. I don't know anything about humans but these ones are energy hungry. It makes no sense to me. At least other Pokemon usually treat other Pokemon with respect even in battle unless they are the real mean ones."
Clingly looks over at the newcomer and doesn't recognize the bird. It sort of reminds her of a hoot hoot but brighter colors.
"I have known two trainers, one who hatched me and the one who I was traded to. Both seem real nice but a bit busy to raise me. I guess my current one figures I can learn a few things on my own. As for these other humans, I don't know much either. By the way, newcomer, who and what are you? I know of a hoot hoot but you are a bit too colorful."
Clingly looks back towards the forest with a concern look. If there are bad humans taking the energies of Pokemon, how many have been injured or worse in this strange and horrible process?
"Doesn't make sense," the owl repeated Senny's words in a mumble. His wings were in tight, though feathers still plumed with distress as he took a few tiny steps to sidle up closer. Perhaps even too close. In his quest for feeling more security he had ended up straddling mere inches from the scout pokémon. Clingy's address caused the bird to refocus.
Head rotating to turn his big spooked eyes onto the mareep, the rowlet perked. "Oh!" he chirped with embarrassment at the realization he'd not introduced himself. "You can call me Archie. Archie the rowlet," the Alolan bird hooted with more confidence than anything else he'd said so far. "Archie is just fine," he added again, repeating himself in a more bashful tone as he returned to a more hunched position.
"And you?" he questioned, nudging a fold of wing in the electric type's direction. The rowlet's head swiveled suddenly to the sentret beside him, "...and Senny?" He spoke uncertain, eyes squinting.
After the second round of introductions concluded Archimedes' gaze did a 180 back to the line of trees. "What was that?" Thinking he'd heard something, whether true or simply born from his growing paranoia of what was lurking inside, the owl froze in place.
"A rowlett? I never heard of that type of Pokemon nor your home region. I am Clingly, a mareep of the Johto region. You can guess by my name I have issues with static electricity and maybe a bit of a social Pokemon."
Clingly hears the same sound and adjusts her direction. It is difficult to tell where the sound came from.
"Maybe it was a Pokemon we aren't familiar with, Archie. By what I heard it is hard to know what it came from. You might have better ears than I do. I know hoot hoots have much better hearing than many in Johto."
Clingly continues to look into the darkness of the forest wondering what she should do. As much as she hates the idea, someone needs to stop this abuse of Pokemon. She starts toward the forest being careful on where she steps.
"You going in there, Clingly? It will be dangerous. There are stronger Pokemon in the forest before we get to the bad humans unless they have already caught them all."
"Yes, Senny, someone has to at least investigate what is going on. If we are lucky, there might be a trainer near by who could be of some help. If the trainer isn't enough, then they could get a hold of someone who can be like a ranger."
"Very well, I'll try to lead you back there."
Senny takes the lead by only a few steps. He looks back to see if their new friend Archie is going to join them.
The small bird shivered. Feathers jutting out even worse than before Archie shrunk back into even more of a ball shape the more time passed. The silence after Clingy's speculation seemed like it lasted an age.
Senny's voice caused his swiveling head to snap back to the other two. A gaze stricken with concern and uncertainty met the brave mareep as she moved passed him. "Very dangerous!" the bird repeated Senny's sentiment. Clingy's response did make some sense though. Maybe there would be someone nearby that could do something. And there were three of them here, now. The rowlet's eyes worriedly flicked back and forth between his newest friends as they conversed, contemplating his options. If only he hadn't flown so far from the lab today!
At this point the cream feathered bird looked more like a puffball garnished with a leafy bow. "B-B-But it's dangerous!" Archie objected weakly, voice almost failing him as he and Senny made eye contact for just a moment. He made a couple baby steps during his hesitation. The pair continued gaining distance. Every step they took was like a notch raising the bird's anxiety about being alone with those villains being nearby.
Archie broke into a run, wings expanded with a couple flaps to give him a bit of a speed boost to quickly catch up. "Don't leave me behind!"
"Clingy, you cured Senny right?" His words were almost frantic as he bombarded the two upon catching stride with them, though adjusted up into a more hopeful desperation by the end, "We could do the same if they catch us, right?"
Clingly looks back and is glad their new bird friend decided to join them after all. The question about curing Senny came up.
"All I did to cure Senny was feed him a berry I found at the edge of the forest. I didn't see any real damages. I know my trainer would have some sort of human made medicine but maybe we will find more berries as we get closer."
"This is if they haven't been already eaten or gathered by other Pokemon. By the way, Clingly, thanks again for the save. I wonder if we could use those medicines without humans. I know many Pokemon prefer the berries we find or other natural things to cure our ailments."
Clingly looks down at her hooves and then over at Senny's feet and Archie's wings. She shakes her no at the thought of trying to use one of those funny devices to get the liquid out.
"No, Senny, I don't think we could use those things. I think it is better to stick with what we know."
Senny nods as he continues to lead the group. He keeps eyes out for any berries they could take with them in case they find more injured Pokemon or they get into a fight. He also looks out for any hostile or territorial Pokemon. As they get further along, it gets darker due to the sun being blocked out.
"We may want to find a place to rest soon. I don't remember anywhere close by because of how tired I was and need to get out."
His nerves were a roller coaster as ideas were tossed back and forth. Archie looked between each of his companions as they talked, and then to his own wings when the mareep's gaze passed along him. The owl blinked as he put together the look and Clingy's vocal doubt at the medicine proposal. "Hmm," he cooed quietly in thought. Otherwise the bird did little to add to the conversation, but that seemed to be the end of it anyways. The trio moved onward in silence for a bit, each of them alert to their surroundings. Archie's head was practically spinning with the rapid movements to and fro in his attempt to catch anything that may pass their way.
"I don't remember forests being so scary," he chirped just above a whisper before Senny suggested they look for a spot to rest. "A hiding spot?" Immediately the rowlet's first instinct was to look up into the canopy. "Oh, uh, low down probably." he followed up as if someone had noted he was the only one of them capable of flight. The sentret could no doubt climb trees, but the electric sheep would likely have some difficulty in that matter.
"A burrow... burrow," he mumbled as he looked around. It was about the same rapid pace as previous but this time his posture was more stretched out. Archie's large eyes were well adapted for dark environments. The depths of shade beneath each tree and bush weren't too difficult to sleuth out at a quick glance.
"There's a nice den." The owl pointed a wing into a set of old growth and gave the other two a smile. Though, it diminished when he looked at Clingy's puffy white wool. "Oh... But, the bushes might get tangled." Archie shrunk back for a second before pattering forward a little bit. "Let me look again!" he spoke in a hurried rush as he passed.
The young rowlet didn't stray far. His pattern of moving away and close again almost seemed like an insecure but curious kit not wanting to stray far from its mother. After a moment however he returned with a triumphant skip. "There there!" he whispered excitedly, as if something could be just beyond the bushes ready to jump them should he be too noisy. "A dugout." Archie made to usher his new friends forward a few paces so they could gleam the shaded area.
The area was well protected by bush on the far side, a couple large rocks on another, but otherwise the area of interest was a large hole diving between a weave of an old tree's roots. Each tangle of the old wood's base acted like a little window to the unnatural room that had been burrowed beneath the one side of it. The space itself had two entrances. One a little tighter than the other but as long as the mareep's fluff was just that there would likely be no problem getting through the smaller entrance if needed.
Archie eagerly awaited the approval of his companions.
Senny looks towards the direction Archie is pointing at. Senny walks towards area and the surrounding bushes. He then walks into the den and comes back out.
"Nice find, Archie. I think it will work just fine. It will also keep us dry if it decides to rain. I doubt we would get too wet considering how thick the leaves are in this part of the woods but still helps to have a nice roof over our heads."
"Yes, indeed, Archie it is a nice find. I think it is well hidden from any unwelcome eyes. Let us get in there and see how much room we all have."
Senny walks back into the den with Clingly following in carefully in order not to snag her wool. It takes a couple of minutes but she makes it without breaking any twigs off the bushes. She finds a spot in the back of the den. Senny takes up a spot in front of the smaller door to keep a look out. They wait for Archie to join them.
(OOC: I will probably toss in a wild encounter in the next post. Good chance it will be some sort of bug Pokemon or maybe a ground one.)
The owl sparkled with pride at a job well done. He hadn't expected them to be so impressed they'd be so eager to pile all in immediately. The bird almost stumbled with excitement as he took to a low fluttering flight over to one of the bulging tree roots by the entrance. Of course he let the others in first, head twerked as he watched the pair of pokemon settle in through one of the natural 'windows' of the dug out. Not once did it cross his mind that the structure he'd found was probably too perfect. It's not like trees naturally curled around holes after all.
"Enough room?" he chirped, staring upside down at his new friends as he leaned over. Archimedes didn't wait for much of an answer before hopping to the side with intent to enter himself. The bush lining one side stretched its twiggy fingers protectively over the larger entrance, but unlike the mareep's wool his feathers had little to snag. The rowlet made it in soundlessly.
In his elation the bird pokémon momentarily forgot. As he pressed into the burrow a prick of static would snap against his wing as it brushed against Clingy. "Ouch!" The bird jumped back, head bumping the roof and causing a trickle of dirt free of the smaller rootlets keeping the dugout's shape. The bird blinked rapidly as the reminder brought his mind back down from the clouds. "Sorry!" he instinctively spouted soon after, shrinking back into his rounded shape as if he had just accidentally slapped the sheep.
It is a quiet night with the occasional hoot hoot making its usual sounds. To Clingly's surprise, there is no sound of a machine or humans close by. She hopes that is a good sign that they are further in the woods but also means it will take longer to find them. She still isn't sure what they can do if there is no trainer or other humans to help. The other night sounds sort of spooked Clingly but at same time calms her because it means the other Pokemon are still alive and well. One good thing about this burrow is it keeps the wind and rain out. Early in the morning Clingly hears pecking sound on the roots and squawking outside the burrow. Once Clingly wakes up a little more, she realizes it is spearow saying something about disturbing their feeding grounds.
"Hey Senny and Archie, I think we have company waiting on us outside. I'm still groggy so I think the spearow is saying something about feeding grounds. Do either of you know what they are talking about?"
Senny tries to wake up blinking his eyes. He looks around and all he sees are bases of bushes. Some of the bushes does look like to have something red above them. He then hears the chattering Clingly is talking about. Senny crawls out knowing he had to be one of the first ones to allow Clingly room.
"Okay, what is this about food?"
A large looking spearow is in front of two smaller ones. It walks up to Senny trying to look impressive with its chest puffed out and looking down on Senny.
"You are in our breakfast grounds, you furry rodent. This is a prime spot for wurmple to nest. This means we like coming here early in the morning to see how many are out squirming around."
A wall of white dirty fur comes out of the tree and shakes herself. A wurmple falls out of the cotton of Clingly.
"See!!! See!!! They were trying to steal our food!." One of the smaller spearow cries out.
Clingly, waking up a bit more, looks at the larger spearow who is in front of them.
"Ahem, I eat grasses and the occasional flower. I don't eat bugs for breakfast. If you point me to a nice leafy bush, it would be appreciated."
"I don't think so, fluffy. You are probably hiding another wurmple or two in that thicket of yours. Time to see what else you got hiding in there."
The biggest spearow struts over to the side of Clingly while the two smaller ones tries to surround Senny. He leans back towards the tree.
"Hey Archie, we are going to need your help here. It is two against three right now and these spearow means business."
Archie was restless. He hadn't realized when they meant rest that they intended to sleep. Was it later in the afternoon than he'd thought upon waking from his nap at the start of this adventure? Must have been, as even in the thick of the forest it was clear to see when the sunbeams disappeared altogether throughout the landscape. After a point he decided it was probably good one of them was keeping watch, and thanks to the little holes between the woven roots of their den he was allowed some brief snippets of the landscape without having to leave the safety of the burrow. Though, he did poke his head out a few times when he started feeling a bit claustrophobic with them all crammed in there.
Eventually he succumbed to the call of the night. Whether out of weariness or boredom he wouldn't remember. One moment he was taking in the ambience of twilight and the next he was blinking awake to the sounds of shouting. "Hmm-wha?" the owl tried to respond through the fog of slumber. Each bright orb blinked individually as his head turned, finding neither of his companions beside him. A sudden panic rose. The squawks from outside the burrow became clearer as voices he didn't recognize.
Archie put his face up against the natural windows an stared through the panes that framed the spearow flock and his friends' feet. Senny called for him. For half a second he hesitated, eying the fearsome birds itching for a confrontation, but eventually moved out of the den. "I-i-is this yours..?" He remained momentarily with only his head visible, as if ready to duck back into the hole at any moment, but quickly decided that would be a worse option than standing by his allies.
"Yeah, so get out!" the nearest small one replied, snapping its beak.
The three of them appeared fairly coordinated as they positioned themselves. No doubt they hunted together often. Archie shrunk into a ball and glanced at the other two looking for guidance. The spearow weren't going to wait though, one already cutting through Archie's defenses with a strong leer.
His courage wasn't helped when a loud snap sounded at his side. The owl covered his head with his wings as one of the spearow's jumped at Clingy only to find that her 'thicket' of fluff was more than just an insulator and convenient tuft to hide things in; as it had assumed a second ago. The static shock cackled loudly throughout the area, though it was nearly drowned by the howl the spearow made as it retreated back.
"Greenhorn! You can't just dive in there," the large spearow cawed furiously. The other by Archie snickered.
"Look, I apologize for sleeping in your eating grounds. All we wanted was a nice shelter to sleep. We will be going now if you let us."
The biggest spearow got into Clingly's face while being careful not to be too close to keep from being shocked.
"You think we will let you go after disturbing our feeding grounds? You will be sorry for not paying attention to where you sleep, sheep."
The leader spearow flew up a few feet and then carefully aimed a peck on top of Clingly's head. She recoiled back from the hit and looks at the large spearow. This spearow is trying to pick a fight with them regardless of their answers. Maybe this spot isn't even their feeding spot but could be someone else's and they are trying to claim it. Before Clingly could react, Senny steps up in front of her.
"Look, spearow, my friend here apolgized so why did you attack? We have offered to move on so you can eat whatever you want."
In response to Senny, one of the smaller ones growls loudly at the sentret. Senny cowers back a little as he moves back to his original spot.
"You are no match for the three of us and this is spearow territory. We don't like intruders!"
Clingly looks at the biggest one with a mean look. The anger builds up and electricity starts flowing around her. Since her focus is on the main spearow, a crackle electricity flies from her wool to the spearow. The hit makes the lead spearow take a couple steps back and fall backwards as the electricity flows around the bird for a few moments. This makes the other two smaller spearow enraged as both charge towards Clingly. Senny finds his courage again and tackles one of the spearow with arms open wide. The move surprises the spearow as it finds the sentret's attempt to wrap his small arms around the bird Pokemon. Senny isn't paying attention with his tail and accidentally touches Clingly's wool sending a shock through him and the spearow. Clingly doesn't notice the touch until she sees her friend and the tackled spearow having the same yellow energy around them like the large spearow. The other spearow is barely hit when Senny tackles the first one which makes the second small spearow land just short of Clingly but in front of Archie.
"Since you claim this territory as yours, what do you know about humans stealing Pokemon energy? Are they close by? Does your bird ears or eyes hear anything deeper in the woods?"
The non paralyzed spearow gets up to its feet being careful not to touch the wool. It looks over at the leader and the smaller spearow who is being covered up by the sentret. It begins to shake and cower as it steps back and it stumbles over a small twig falling on its back.
"I...I...know nothing. Our territory isn't big. You happen to find one of two feeding spots."
(OOC: I'll let Archie continue the interrogation.)