[Game thread] Skull Ruins Pokerole

[Iron]

Spoiler

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You're eating breakfast in the morning rain, mostly huddled under the porch-tarp-roof thing of the tent, when you feel it! Another lurch! Even Spira feels it, for the first time, and is WRENCHED from his own time along with the group!

When your stomachs settle, you find yourself in a warm midsummer's night. There are tons of stars overhead, and a full moon (Ditto will be in Herolune form). You're on a road that's much wider than the Route 13 of your time. It's in perfect condition, and it has a low wall along both edges, studded with brightly colored statues of rare Pokemon. Each has a gem somehow worked into it - maybe an eye, or claw, or whatever.

(...)

The camps are often canvas tarps stretched from wagon to posts, providing a cozy shelter for cots or for campfires. People sit around these fires. The mounts who pull the wagons also sit around the fires, when they can fit. They're all huge Pokemon - an Oversized Tauros, an extinct Bastidiodon, a Donphan, a half-submerged Onix, a small fleet of Serperior, two Golurk, a quadrupedal Beartic, Camerupt, Mamoswine, Mudsdale, Venusaur, Aggron, Avalugg. Such variety! All are equipped with saddle and a big warhorn as well as a standard bearing the purple eye.

(...)

It's a lot to take in! Everything is as grandiose as can be imagined, even though this is clearly a transient society.


Encounters will be up to you. You can engage the campers however you see fit, or you can slide off into the mountains (west) or fields (east) in hopes of a random Pokemon encounter that may be different from the present. Searching for items or berries is possible, please tell me what location you search.

(...)

Oh yeah, and one for Terra's wishlist: There are several Diggersby being used in the Pokemon battles or just wandering around camp.

Unlike the last big LURCH!, Terra hardly reacted to it, save for pausing mid bite, blinking at the sudden change in lighting and looking Noctowlishly at his surrounding/the activity in it......before he resumed devouring his meal without missing another beat. Given his uncomplicated and often stoic/unflappable nature, heartiness, and the fact its happened to him twice before, sudden and random trips through time no longer affect him nearly as much as a typical person. So long as whatever/whenever location he and the group are transported to are not too weird and/or perilous/has perilous stuff going down in it, he'll just calmly, smoothly accept things, adapt the best he can, and proceed with as much care possible for now on. Remarkably steadfast of him - almost to a fault or the point of mimicking the Ability, really. 

The tribal, esoteric, and gypsy like enclave and all the purple eyes were admitably a bit uncanny even for the simple monk, but as he gazed around at the 'ancient' people, their mighty, colossal mounts, at the Wise monkish Pokemon that seemed to be treated as equals to the human, and passively observed their stories and fights, the more......comfortable he felt. Very nearly peaceful and content, even. Like returning home to Dewford, basking in the glow of a good training session or battle, or the well earning the praise and admiration of his audience during Contest.

'This place.....time......it feels.....good. Nice. Even with the creepy eyes and statues. Strange......but......not bad? Hm.....'

To say his overall reaction is the polar opposite's of Heart's would be a rather apt way to put it.

Speaking of which, he nearly threw aside his breakfast and rushed over to becalm the collector down once they worked themselves into a near frenzy, but Gallade beat him to the Bullet Punch, causing him to settle down himself. Still, he keep an worried eye on them, and had this to say before he resumed his meal: "Don't panic, Heart. Panic always bad, never good thing to do. We are in....different time and with.....elder people, but not in danger. We are still together too. Can handle anything as a group. So be calm. Please?"

Regardless of the outcome of the pun lover's mild breakdown, Terra finishes his breakfasts, puts away the dishes for later cleaning, and moves to stand, which most likely catches everyone attention due to them being in various states of duress/stun.

"Going to look around camp. Try to find anything interesting or useful. Maybe talk to people, or get into a battle. *Shrugs* Don't know yet. Call if you need me. Will be listening, and come......quickly. *Beat* ....Will also be careful too, so do not worry. Okay? *Nods* Okay."

With that said, the rugged wanderer takes temporary leave of the group and paces right into the gathering, looking unbothered and in his element. Eventually, he spotted one of those brown, stout looking bunny rabbits while strolling about, which immediately brought to his mind the cute and deceptively powerful Azumaril line, and Azu of course. Curiosity sufficiently piqued, he decided to approach one of them and , noticing several of its kind battling, decided upon a rather direct course of action.

"You. Battle my Hariyama. If I win, you become my Pokemon, and I will make you stronger. You win, I will give you lots of food and a Sitrus Berry. Will heal your wounds after battle regardless. He will not use Super Effective Moves to make battle fair too. Deal?"

Order: Accept the Time Lurch like a champ, finish his breakfast while trying to consul Heart, before he goes into camp and challenges a Diggersby to honorable combat to the Faint! If Shiranui wins, they become his Pokemon without protest, but if they win they get lots of food and a rare Sitrus Berry! There wounds will also be treated not matter what. Hopefully they'll bite for the offer, as Terra doesn't have much in the way of traditional Pokemon Diplomacy or other options to persaude it!

When you make your offer, the Diggersby points to one of the soldiers at a nearby camp. He sees you two, and comes over. Terra is the one whose clothing is most appropriate for this era, so he doesn't really get much of a second glance. These are all big men, too, though only about 10% are as big as Terra. This guy is about 2 inches shorter and a bit slighter.

"You there! Sirrah, need you something of my Diggersby? Be you traveler, monk, pilgrim, beggar, or cleric?"