Brookfell

It was test time. Hrist had gotten their hands on a pokemon, a real connection to one, like what their father had with his Crobat. So, what came next was only natural- an application for a tracking license, permission to hunt down nera and specific pokemon. It'd serve two purposes- they could bring in data, earn credits. Explore further on their own, more safely. Who knew what opportunities would come from that? Well, honestly, it probably wasn't going to change too much, BUT! Hrist wa...

Klaus had grown up fairly well sheltered and protected by his family surrounding him to keep him oblivious to the on goings of the current world and it never did him favors as he branched out into the real world and real responsibilities - Even if his parents still paid for everything including various house staff such as maids, butlers and cook but as time ticked on and his boyfriend moved in, he began to feel an almost guilt creeping on seeing how everyone bustled...

Time off, between runs. Hrist liked these little moments all the more now that they had somebody to spend it with. They rolled onto their belly, eyes sweeping the little alley-way nook. Some might call it cramped, but the place was filled with little treasures- and, amidst them all- This creature. Gunter, with his watery sail-fins and bone helm. A little monster, who they had found not terribly long ago in the mines. Not all that far away, honestly. He was sleeping, curled up with a dec...

Rebelle grumbled to herself as she crouched in the basement store room underneath her squalid shack in the slums of Brookfell, rummaging through the piles of trash and scrap in search of more fuel to feed the starving fire which flickered weakly at the bottom of the battered, rusty trash can in the center of the room. The low-hanging ceiling formed by the floor above was covered with layers of worn plastic tarps and tattered blankets in an effort to trap as much heat in the small subterranean...

Volunteer work would've never in a million years been on Klaus's list of stuff to do or would willingly do. He wouldn't even have agreed to it had it not been Salami who had suggested it as something for him to do on his days off while waiting for the magikarp man to get off of his many shifts, and he still would not have agreed to it had he not been told it would be worth his time to gain his favor with how many scuffles Spicy seemed to get himself in, and as he ...

While it wasn’t a white Christmas, it was still bitterly cold, and Angelo was happy to have heat in his home, and a large fire type to boot. The drive to Wintervale wouldn’t have been worth the trip, and so the man opted to stay home with his Pokemon for the holiday. He quickly shut the door behind him to keep the cold outside where it belonged and shuddered from the cold. Inside it felt nice, and it wasn’t long before he had his whole team hurrying to say...

Molly glanced up at the ceiling of the basement store room beneath the house that she shared with her trainer Rebelle as the sound of something metallic dropping to the floor echoed through the floorboards, her head tilting in curiosity as the noise was followed by the sound of cursing. A few minutes later footsteps crossed the floor towards the ladder and Rebelle climbed down into the store room with what resembled a crude shield held onto her left arm with worn cargo straps that were rivete...

Rebelle moved around the improvised training area that she had set up beneath her home in Brookfell for her and Molly, setting up the remaining targets which had endured their recent explosive practice session. Most of the survivors had either been only grazed by Molly's explosive spikes or they had been knocked over by the concussive force of one of the blasts, sparing them from being targeted directly. Either way, they had earned the privilege of enduring a second round of training with the...

Rebelle moved around the edge of the store room beneath her house, leaning sheets of scrap metal against walls, setting empty cans on surfaces, and hanging bits and bobs from the rafters with bits of wire. To each improvised target she added a crude bullseye made with a few quick sprays of red paint from a mostly empty rattle can she had found in one of the piles of junk. As she was adding the last bullseye to one of the targets the paint ran out and she paused for a moment before shrugging a...

Rebelle grunted as she shoved a partially disassembled fridge to the side of the cluttered hole in the rock which served as a store-room beneath the abandoned, run-down storefront which she had claimed as her home. She didn't know who had owned the building originally, but whoever it was had left behind piles of junk in the rusted out structure when they had left. Most of it had gotten shoved down the hatch into the hole beneath, out of sight out of mind after-all, but now that she finally ha...

To say Klaus has learned his lesson at all about going out on his own would be a fucking lie, the young Regal had many qualms about being followed by his hired body guard, since they tended to bring their boyfriend along who he hated, and his own boyfriend worked constantly so what other option did he have? Plus, he had Spicy and Serrano who followed him happily, the first being a large quilava arcanine fusion standing at about 5 feet tall and bordering about 230 ...