Tracking and Battles

Deep in the Brookfell Tunnels, a squatter crouched in front of a door. She worked urgently at the lockbox that secured the building.   "One...three...one...two. Got it."   The indicator LED flashed green twice, then the deadbolts holding the door shut released with an audible -click-. Myra opened the door, and peered into...darkness. Rustling, skittering, chittering darkness.   Myra expected this....

A feeling of indifference came over Takahiro as he got the news of getting his first way out. The daggers of the higher ups burrowing into him. “Young Blood”, was what one hissed under his breath, so quiet others wouldnt hear it but with his now enhanced hearing, Takahiro caught it easily, his ear twitching at it as his emotionless stare dug through them. He then turned around, Wonder directly jumping after him as she noticed the other moving, yet Takahiro d...

“Mrow!” Kurai twitched lightly, holding an arm in front of his face as the attack hit Frida full-force, making the Dratini and Purrloin fusion fall back and skitter across the ground, electricity cackling around the field. Wind from the Wattrel’s previous attack still shook the leaves and bushes so close to Brookfell, making the hair of the trainer shake in the wind. A light grumble escaped Kurai as he lowered h...

Her first outing had been a success. One filled nera jar sat in a locked display case, the jar lovingly cradled in a repurposed wine bottle cradle. Dialup was studying it quietly, watching the fractals of ice crawl over the inner surface, neat patterns that obeyed some rigid law of nature. She had identified it, loosely, as a sandshrew, by the tiny ears atop the thing's head, the scutes that formed on it. It was not, unfortunately, one that she thought she had a use for right then, but, it wa...

Satisfied with her progress that afternoon, Dialup had a collection of jars that she was sure would make for fine vessels for Nera. She lined them up on her table, turned to Wattson, and paused. "Keep the Gible Gang in line while I'm gone. Remember to ball them up if they get too rowdy, cause too much of a fuss. Dinner's in the fridge, you know what to do." He nodded once, offered a jaunty salute, and then held out her travel pack. She smiled, and shouldered it, then set to work tying on her ...

   Viggo did his best to avoid the city of Brookfell, but it just couldn’t be helped sometimes. It was good to disappear in, and was unfortunately crawling with Cynic. He might have aligned himself with the team of maniacs, but he certainly didn’t see himself as some avid supporter. He didn’t condone their work when it came to fusions, human evolution… It was all a bit out of this world. But the fog - that’s what mattered.   Viggo was on the cusp of something extraordinary...

Tracking: Persian DNA (Advanced Nera Jar) | RivertideWord Count: 710 "Okay. this is fine." Lanca said softly. "We are one jar down Mr. Business, but maybe Elijah will enjoy a Houndstone Nera? Make himself a new big dog~ Tell him he can make some kind of guard mutt with them and he'll have a lovely day." Yeah, he didn't really believe that. That freak would be able to make use of a Houndstone  sure but they weren't going to enjoy it...

Tracking: Houndstone DNA (Advanced Nera Jar) | WintervaleWord Count: 759 Why was he so picky. Honestly, there was hardly anything that was ever good enough for him and it was driving Lanca up the wall as he sat on a small, ice covered wall in WinterVale with a rather agitated expression. Four empty Nera jars laid infront of him in the snow- five technically as he also had a basic one but honestly his client would hardly be happy with something ...

Word Count: 731 | Catching a Ditto/Sableye with a Greatball in Sylvangloam! Somehow this kept on happening to him and Lanca wasn't sure how. It had started with just one pokemon, he began to wander the world and one pokemon would follow him. Mr. Business, a very good, very cute little ditto who would just eat his papers which. Okay, that was fine? He could have one ditto following him but then soon he had another ditto there. Mr. Puddles. That one had bee...

Word Count: 749 | Catching a Swablu/Eevee in Rivertide! The warm sun of Rivertide, the endlessly sprawling ocean that you can stare at all the way until it devolves into a purple fog- it was a beautiful sight.  Noir had always enjoyed Rivertide, but it was made even better over the last couple of days because he was there with those he loved. The man who was his entire world had come here with him alongside his kid. Seth also was here and while he was gl...