07-04-2017, 11:21 AM | #276 | |
Sayonara Bye Bye
Join Date: Feb 2017
Posts: 1,003
|
Quote:
"Well, that's the last of them," one staffer remarks, looking out over the empty pen. His companion, a blonde girl, nods solemnly. |
|
07-04-2017, 11:43 AM | #277 | |
Sayonara Bye Bye
Join Date: Feb 2017
Posts: 1,003
|
Quote:
It seems you've picked a special one this time -- as you begin talking to the Machop, you find an audience gathering aroudn you, as staff members gather around to watch the exchange. An old lady clutches her apron with tears in her eyes. A teenage boy is clearly trying not to get choked up. A pair of preteen girls have written "NANI!" on printer paper with colorful markers. What the hell is going on?! |
|
07-04-2017, 12:43 PM | #278 | |
Sayonara Bye Bye
Join Date: Feb 2017
Posts: 1,003
|
Quote:
|
|
07-04-2017, 06:09 PM | #279 |
Weavile Pillow
|
Just one more time. This would be the last time he would visit in a while.
...That's what Hyrem said the last time he visited the Adoption Center. He was too big of a sucker for Pokemon that had difficulty finding someone they could live with, however, so he stepped through once again. This time he found himself going to the greenhouse portion of the facility where lots of Grass Pokemon were found. Most of them recognized him once again as the trainer who adopted Joanna and shied away from him, but as he came to the heavier wooded area of the greenhouse he felt more humidity than usual. What tipped him off, however, was the sickly sweet smell mixed with the unmistakable scent of dead bugs. Nothing seemed below him, so he looked up...and he stumbled onto his butt just as a pair of massive jaws closed on nothing but air, the large eyes revealing this plant to not only be sentient but quite dangerous as well. "Didn't Keith have one of these?" Hyrem asked himself, unable to remember what the Pokemon was called, so he checked with Dexelle (like he does) to make sure: Carnivine, the Bug Catcher Pokemon. Carnivine can float in the air, but it prefers to hang from a tree and keep its mouth open, waiting for the scent it gives off to lure prey into its mouth. Once something makes contact with its sticky mouth, it closes down quickly and traps its prey inside, either swallowing it whole if it feels room in its stomach or keeping it trapped in its mouth while it waits for room. Digestion takes approximately 24 hours, during which time Carnivine may open its mouth in case more food is lured in. "Carnivine, that's what it's called!" he recalled. He looked up at the smiling carnivorous plant who stretched out its leafy arms and picked him up by his arms. "You do know who I am, right?" he asked. "Vine!" it nodded. "And the Girafarig I adopted?" "Vine!" Another nod. "And yet you'd be okay with me adopting you?" "Carnivine!" came a third nod. "This doesn't have anything to do with you wanting to eat my Girafarig despite her being immune to Grass attacks, does it?" This time it didn't nod as quickly. "Well, I'm still interested in you anyway," he continued. "If anything, you'd fit quite well with a lot of my Pokemon...yeah, let's go, Marcus!" "Vine~" cheered the flytrap before wrapping his vines around his new trainer, hugging him all the way to the front desk where the paperwork would be filled out. ********** Pokemon to Adopt: Lv. 1 Male Carnivine Payment: $30 Pokeball: Pokeball (27/30) |
07-06-2017, 09:44 PM | #280 | |
Sayonara Bye Bye
Join Date: Feb 2017
Posts: 1,003
|
Quote:
42. That's how many were left after all the residents were tallied at the end of the day. There had been over 150 when Tate had taken over the Adoption Center, but now there were only 42. |
|
07-10-2017, 10:07 AM | #281 |
The Uncultured One
|
Liawe was alone once more as she returned to the Adoption Center, its once-bustling shelves now bare and lifeless. The number of Pokemon had dropped massively since the initial rush, from nearly two hundred to barely forty by Liawe's reckoning. Even so, there had to be something left in the remains, the handful of Pokemon who had been left behind. Long she searched, the shelves seemingly devoid of inspiration for her, until she happened upon a lone enclosure, with naught but a small statue in there. A Baltoy. It looked almost asleep, floating in silence, but still seemingly... aware.
Hello there. Liawe jumped at the sound. Or was it a thought? It wasn't hers, either way. Was it... Was it the Baltoy's? Yes. ...A telepathic Baltoy. This was going to be all sorts of interesting. She quickly filled out the forms and passed the staff the necessary money, before offering the psychic dreidel her last Pokeball. She'd need to get more soon. Always needed more. As she left, she could feel the Baltoy humming a merry little tune in her head. She liked it.
__________________
Spoiler: show |
07-10-2017, 10:47 AM | #282 | |
Sayonara Bye Bye
Join Date: Feb 2017
Posts: 1,003
|
Quote:
|
|
07-11-2017, 06:42 AM | #284 |
Sayonara Bye Bye
Join Date: Feb 2017
Posts: 1,003
|
|
07-11-2017, 07:22 PM | #285 |
An actual game I made!
Join Date: Nov 2008
Location: Literally the internet
Posts: 9,146
|
Keith tried (and failed horribly) to stifle a huge yawn as he walked into the Adoption Center. He felt every bit as tired as he looked, and it was with no small amount of concern that Meowth looked at him. And why not? After all, Meowth was there last night. He heard Keith start to scream in his sleep- the recent adventures in Goldenridge City had brought back an old recurring nightmare of his. Namely, the walls of twisted Koffing and Weezing corpses from Mt. Aduro. The sight of such a thing in his dreams was enough to make him wake up screaming. And last night was the worst Meowth had seen- Keith had gotten less sleep than the average Vigoroth.
"Ya sure ya oughta be comin' in here if yer dat tired?" Meowth asked Keith. "Perhaps dis could wait a while until yer more wide awake?" "Meowth's got a point," added the Dusknoir floating alongside Keith, the feminine voice making it evident that this was Liliana as opposed to Peeves. "There must be a way to ensure you get a good night's sleep... Maybe if Meowth tried eating your dreams?" "Hey, Lil, I like yer tinkin' dere, but dere ain't no way I's eatin' nightmares," Meowth stated. "You read Hermione's notes on da subject matter o' dreams affectin' da taste- nightmares barely qualify as edible. I'd be pukin' my guts out all night-" Allow me, a serene voice sounded, interrupting Meowth. Before any of them could ask where the voice came from, an answer came floating over to them. A round, pink creature with something of a floral pattern all over its body. Moved by curiosity, Keith dug out his Pokédex and pointed it at this newcomer. "Munna, the Dream Eater Pokémon. A Psychic-type," said Keith's Pokédex. "Munna eats the dreams of people and Pokémon, and while it has no problems consuming nightmares, only pleasant dreams enable it to produce Dream Mist. Those whose dreams were consumed by Munna forget what the dream was about." "So you're a Munna," Keith murmured. "I- whoa, whoa, whoa!" he exclaimed, for the next thing he knew, every flower on Munna's body was glowing a pale blue, and Keith was being suspended in midair courtesy of a Psywave attack. Munna set him down in a nearby chair, then floated just behind Keith's head, inviting him to use her as a pillow. Keith was rather surprised by all this, to say nothing of how Meowth and Liliana felt about this, but a small puff of pink mist was sprayed out of the dark pink oval between Munna's eyes. Keith took a whiff of the Dream Mist, and suddenly found it quite impossible to keep his eyes open. "...Wat da hell are ya doin'?" Meowth asked the Munna as he watched Keith snoozing in the middle of the Adoption Center, for now, the Psychic-type who was allowing Keith to use her as a pillow seemed to be feeding on an unidentified vapor of some sort being drawn from Keith's ear. Consuming his nightmare, the Munna responded. "...Don't dat taste gross?" asked Meowth, sounding slightly nauseated. Not to me, Munna replied. All dreams have their own unique flavor to them, though we Munna are gifted with the ability to stomach the nightmares most others find nauseating. It's a gift. One I personally like to use to help others. As we speak, your Trainer is being relieved of the burdensome nightmare that would elseways be causing him distress. "Fascinating," Liliana murmured, watching the Munna at work. Hours later, Keith's eyes slowly opened. He stood up, a small grin forming on his face as he registered just what a difference had been made- in stark contrast to the tired and weary man who'd walked in earlier, Keith felt relaxed and refreshed. "...Wow!" he grinned. "I feel great." I am glad, smiled Munna, who floated out from behind Keith. Your nightmare was an intense one indeed. Many strong flavors mixed together, with an overall spiciness that somehow brings it all together. I considered it a pleasure to relieve you of that burden. "Well, I owe you big time for that," nodded Keith. "So what's the deal, Munna, do you work here or something?" I'm afraid not, Munna admitted. I'm actually up for adoption. I've been here for quite some time. A definite tinge of sadness in her telepathic tone of voice as she said this. "Have you, now?" Keith murmured. Meowth didn't even need to look at Keith to see that gleam in his eye. "Munna... how would you like to come with us?" he asked. Munna looked at Keith. You mean it? she asked, sounding hopeful. I... I would quite like that, she nodded. Keith smiled. "I mean it," he confirmed. "Not even taking into account the whole eating-nightmares deal, you're just really nice." Munna blushed. Thank you, she responded. Umm... might I request a specific nickname? she added. I actually have one in mind. Keith shrugged. "I don't see why not," he replied. "Let's hear it." Well... began Munna. The story that was always told to me is that we Munna have ancestry not only in common with Drowzee and Hypno, but also that could be traced back to the legendary Cresselia, a Psychic-type with the power to dispel nightmares. I for one always took this distinction quite seriously, and always made it my goal to rid the world of nightmares like the great Cresselia herself. And in that spirit... I would like to be named Selia. If it's OK with you, of course, she added to Keith. "Wow," Keith murmured, taking in the Munna's story. "I wonder if there's any truth to that," Liliana added, sounding highly fascinated. "I've never heard any legends or stories about Munna being descended from Cresselia, but considering that they and they alone seem to enjoy the taste of nightmares, I suppose it's possible that they developed their taste buds in such a way to be able to safely relieve others of nightmares..." As the Dusknoir went on in this vein, Keith turned back to the Munna. "I think Selia's a good name for you," he nodded. "Welcome to the team," he added, holding up a Poké Ball. Selia said nothing in response, merely smiling and floating forward, gently bumping into the sphere, which split open to suck her inside. It wobbled a little in Keith's hand, but fell still with little trouble. Smiling at the ball containing his new Munna, Keith headed on over to pay for the newest member of the team. OOC: Adopting the female Munna. Paying 30 for her, naming her Selia, housing her in this Poké Ball (#1 of 5), and declaring her Ability to be Forewarn. Last edited by Missingno. Master; 07-11-2017 at 11:12 PM. |
07-11-2017, 11:59 PM | #289 |
Soul Badge
Join Date: Oct 2016
Location: in heaven
Posts: 1,116
|
THUD THUD THUD
Once again Kawaii entetred the adoption center with mutiple pokemon in mind, suddenly a sound echoed in the back of her mind. THUD THUD THUD It started out small and barely irritating. It grew in volume as the pinkette reached the psychic types. THUD THUD THUD As it grew louder Kawaii realized something, it was in her head. Not out loud. As she moved further into the shops it began to make her head throb like it was going to explode. THUD THUD THUD The female trainer clutcher her head and looked around wildly as the preassure grew. Suddenly her eyes landed on a pig-like pokemon bouncing in his tiny cage. It's head hitting the top causing the psychic panic. For, ontop of his head rested a beautiful pink orb. Kawaii imeadiatly unlocked the cage and the spoink hopped free and smiled at her. All at once the pinkette knew who she would choose. OoC: buying this little guy for $30 and putting him in pokeball 06 of 10
__________________
FIZZY BUBBLES INFO IS NOW ON UPN HERE Thanks to my best friend Missingno Master for the banner óÓŇň furry, witch, and pansexual. Little (little age of 2-4) Hater of loss meme Little (space): someone who goes to a younger sense of mind to deal with stress and anxiety. crazy in love with my boyfriend AcendedDailga |
07-14-2017, 09:34 AM | #290 |
Soul Badge
Join Date: Feb 2012
Location: England
Posts: 1,041
|
It was a hot day in Fizzytopia, and Alice Hope had traveled from her Cloud Garden home for a few errands only: buy snacks she didn't need, and pick up yet another friend from the Adoption Centre. She had a feeling that this potential new squad member would enjoy this kind of weather, but it was the type of weather that had her in an airy pink cropped top and tiny shorts and sandals. Because no.
Swish swish, Alice's blonde ponytail swung with every step towards the grass enclosure, where one Pokemon stood out to her. When she had visited after the place's grand reopening, everywhere had been crammed full of Pokemon, and now a small amount remained. It made her sad that Bellsprout was one of them, and even sadder that she had expected it. $30 in her pocket and a Poke Ball had this creature's name on it. "Hey, little guy." The young woman cooed. She crouched down, although she didn't actually reach five feet tall anyway. It was an odd looking thing, objectively, but Alice thought it was charming-- and Weepinbell had always been one of her favourite Pokemon. "I'm sorry that you've been stuck here so long. I hope it didn't upset you to see me leaving with some of your friends. But I'd love for it to be your turn now, if you want to." Alice offered. She had purposely picked a more floral perfume, hoping it might put him at ease, "We can choose some snacks on the way home! What d'you think?"
__________________
|
07-14-2017, 08:55 PM | #291 |
Weavile Pillow
|
Over multiple visits, there was always another Pokemon that was higher priority, always something else that was more interesting than what Hyrem was here for today. Partially, this was because he had owned others of its kind before and had to give them up to have room in his PC for other Pokemon, but this again went back to him putting higher priority on everything other than the creature he sat in front of at this very moment.
No longer. It took a while for her to notice the human sitting next to her as she was busy grazing the pasture next to the facility, once home to three Girafarig and a pair of Mareep she was able to visit with often. All of them were very friendly, even the Girafarig sequestered away from the others for her taste in Grass Pokemon (which she could relate to, to some extent), but one day she entered the field of grass and noticed it was completely empty. Yes, it would be where she would reside as opposed to a cramped cage, but she would wander around and watch as trainers took other Pokemon instead of her, leaving her completely alone. No longer. As the Numel grazed, her eyes closed as she could do so without thinking about anything, her front teeth came in contact with something completely different from the blades of grass she was used to. She gave the mysterious object a tug, pulling it further into her mouth, but it wasn't being ripped out of the earth like normal. Her tongue started to explore and found there was grass contained inside the object, but as she separated the grass from the object she found that it moved and wiggled, reacting to her tongue. Finally, she opened her eyes and saw that it was attached to something, and she simply stared, wondering for a while just what the object in her mouth was attached to. No longer. As Hyrem sees the Numel look up, his hand still in her mouth, her dopey expression helped him remember why he was so drawn to the Pokemon in the first place years ago, when he had hatched quite a few of them in a row. This one seemed to be more forlorn than any Numel he had owned, likely from spending months in the Adoption Center and being passed over multiple times as he wasn't the only one who had experienced hatching more than one of these camels from the old Egg House and gave each one of them away, either to other trainers or the very Adoption Center he found himself in; that he knew for certain. No longer. As soon as she saw the human's face, she recognized him as one of the trainers who took one of her Girafarig friends. She then felt the touch of his other hand as it rubbed her neck, a place that was perhaps the most difficult for Numel to scratch whenever it itched. Not only did she recognize the shape of his hand to be the object she was allowed to suckle on with her mouth--such intimate interaction was something no other human had given her, and this alone made her daring enough to guess the young man's intentions--but the expression on his face seemed to belie some sort of regret, likely from deciding to give up on raising others of her species, as she had seen with pictures of many of her kin residing here in the past. No longer. Both of them could see in the other a second chance, a bond broken with others but could be made anew with each other. As Hyrem slowly took his hand out of her mouth, leaving the grass inside for her to eat, he placed it on the other side of her neck, both hands now rubbing the top of it. "What do you say?" he finally asked in a whisper. "Want to try again...Pelea?" He had to wait for what seemed like hours for her response, continuing to stare into her eyes while she finished swallowing the grass he had given her. No longer. She rears up before her feet come down on his shoulders, her body weight knocking him down and causing him to laugh with the air knocked out of him as he soon found the Numel on top of him, her delighted face up close to his. As the hump on her back let off some steam, she sat on his chest, knowing somehow that he was okay with it, before resting her head on his shoulder and sighing in relief, thinking about the name he had given her. ...Pelea. It just seemed right. His hands again started to rub her neck and back as he felt a closeness in this Pokemon that he didn't with other Numel. Perhaps that was truly why he desired this one when he had left behind so many others before her. Perhaps he was merely looking for the right one to keep with him... No longer. *************** Pokemon to Adopt: Lv. 1 Female Numel Payment: $30 Pokeball: (28/30) |
07-15-2017, 08:13 PM | #292 |
Adrift in a sea of dreams
Join Date: Sep 2012
Location: Limbo
Posts: 818
|
|
07-17-2017, 08:25 AM | #293 | |
Sayonara Bye Bye
Join Date: Feb 2017
Posts: 1,003
|
Quote:
A man asleep in the middle of the back room. It was strange, but not the strangest thing the staff had seen. They argued over who had left the chair there. Was it Arturo, while he was feeding the Starly? Had it Mikhaela, using it as a step stool to get a fresh roll of paper towels out of the tall cabinets? Whatever the case, one of the nice office chars had been left among the cages and now there was a patron asleep in it. His Pokémon loitered around him, and the staff did their best to work without disturbing him, for it seemed rude to wake him, even if he was impeding their work. Around lunch, an older volunteer with graying hair offered treats to the Dusknoir and Meowth who waited, bored and patient, for their master to arise. Sometime in the afternoon, Tate placed a blanket over him, which he promptly kicked off, offended the manager to an irrational degree; the flamboyantly dressed Johto native huffed back to the office complaining about ungrateful people and how, "I didn't want to share my blanket anyway!" |
|
07-17-2017, 09:07 AM | #297 | |
Sayonara Bye Bye
Join Date: Feb 2017
Posts: 1,003
|
Quote:
A dented cage. |
|
07-17-2017, 09:37 AM | #298 | |
Sayonara Bye Bye
Join Date: Feb 2017
Posts: 1,003
|
Quote:
It's hot out, and the staff have set up a sprinkler in the Grass-type enclosure in order to help alleviate their demand for water. There is a cool mist in the air as you approach, and when the sun catches it just right, a rainbow sheen reflects off of the water droplets. A small tribe of Shroomish run away from the fence as you approach, but that's fine; they aren't who you're here for. Rather, your sites are set on a certain someone rooted by the gate, its feet buried in the sod in an attempt to soak up extra moisture. He looks a bit spooked by you, but he can't uproot himself up quick enough to flee before you enter, and has no choice but to hear what you have to say. |
|
07-17-2017, 10:00 AM | #299 | |
Sayonara Bye Bye
Join Date: Feb 2017
Posts: 1,003
|
Quote:
Another empty enclosure. |
|
07-17-2017, 10:01 AM | #300 | |
Sayonara Bye Bye
Join Date: Feb 2017
Posts: 1,003
|
Quote:
Adoption of Lv. 01 (M) Munna confirmed. |
|
Lower Navigation | ||||||
|
Currently Active Users Viewing This Thread: 1 (0 members and 1 guests) | |
Thread Tools | |
|
|