welcome to calamity! we are an au pokemon site based in hoenn. we do not have canons so you can pick them as your fcs! we have a short one hundred word word count. and you get to also pick your own starter! calamity is going to focus on providing users with a good and stable plot line to follow. this helps each character progress and some might even have a play in affecting the plot! we hope you enjoy your time here and if you have any questions don't be afraid to ask.
hey guys! we've finally hit our three month mark! let's stay strong. the activity check and gala have ended, if your character has been archived and you need them back please pm one of the admins! unfortunately, noods has steped down from his admin position. make sure you say your goodbyes here!
(
JUNE 18TH, 2015
)
hello calamity! we're nearing the two months mark in a few weeks. how time flies! right now we have two things going on that need your participation. the first is an activity check! it is impotant that you check in so you don't lose your face claim. the second is the otm nomiations! we're doing it a bit different than last time. so please submit your nominations in. a vote thread will be up in the next few days. there will also be a formal event coming very soon, so keep your eye out for that. keep being cool!
we're currently about to host calamity's first contest in slatepor. trainers are flocking to the city to see, the city's been trying to get good pr since the gala, and it seems to be working! they're asking for both coordinators and volunteer judges to sign up.
CALAMITY is a roleplaying forum inspired by the popular franchise POKEMON, which does not belong to us. the skin was crafted by PHARAOH LEAP of GANGNAM STYLE. special thanks to SPIRAL for contributing ideas! all art on the forum does not belong to us unless stated otherwise, while all written works belong to the members who posted them. DO NOT TAKE ANYTHING that is not yours, please. thank you.
Tackle| Yawn | Moves | ABILITY : HUSTLE Moves | Moves | Moves Maka in his ball
Tytus was becoming bored of the simple routes that he was on, simple pokemon, simple children simple battles. There was one battle that he would remember, and he didn't even know how long the memories would stay before they faded with all of the other pokemon, people, and distractions of this world.
Sooner than later was probably the truth, and he stuck with that.
Pushing his way through the bush with authority and confidence the man turned his head, looking to see if there was anyone willing to test his strength. Nothing that his pokemon weren't ready to bat their eyes at and watch them feint.
And he could not STAND another crying child at his mercy. He'd rather take their pokemon and hid the kid in a tree with a ball gag to keep from hearing their protests at the sound of their pokemon being defeated, rolled to a flattened piece of what they once were before feinting.
Nothing was more weak than the tears of a untrained handler. They needed to learn a thing or two before traveling, and he was happy to be the catalyst to that equation.
While he didn't see children, he did see another magma member luring around the area. Lurking may have been the wrong term. lounging, standing, shuffling, meandering all somewhat worked for the way that the boy was creating an image for himself within the route.
"You--" It came off much more gruff than he had anticipated, aggression and determination linked within his words. Desire to get his attention was much more important than making sure that his feelings weren't hurt.
"Magma member. What is your name? I don't remember you at the training." He narrowed his eyes. Maybe he was higher up than he was, but at that point he would probably know the persons name. He was probably just a grunt, like him, working his way up.
"My name is Tytus, pleasure to meet another Magma in the wild. Enjoying the power?"
In Sam's head, it seemed as if he was going in a circle instead of moving anywhere. This was probably because of him returning to Oldale after running into the Sewaddle to heal it, and then coming back out to the route again sometime after his battle with Cassandra. Yet despite that feeling of going nowhere, the teen wasn't in any hurry to move onto Petalburg.
It was relaxing - or at least, it was until he found himself noticed. His attention focused in on another male approaching him with long red hair, the urge to reply instantly with "ME" rose up in his throat, but never made it out as he caught his tongue. The only thing that brought that thoguht into the open was the very brief smirk that quickly turned into a frown.
He was one of those members.
Sam's eyes darted around instantly and a small fit of paranoia rose up in his gut, it was hard to push it back down. Still, he didn't manage to avoid wincing. "Samuel Carter." He spoke up, thankful that no one was actually around to hear what was going on. Knowing no one else was around at the moment, he let himself relax slightly and shrug.
"Eh, I've only been part of the organization for about a year." He started, acting as if it wasn't that much of a big deal. "You and I probably applied at different times. So, nice to meet you I guess." He was trying his hardest to ignore the whole power thing, something that he wanted to roll his eyes at. It almost felt like bait. Yet, he still let a big snarky grin slide across his face.
"I woudn't say anything about power. I'm just a grunt, there's about as much advantage to that as any other trainer starting out... Unless you count the extra pokemon." He was being a cocky nerd again, darn it. It wasn't a lie though, but he valued his Litwick over the other pokemon he gained. It seemed to be the most reliable pokemon he had on him.
"That's a hint, fyi. Some of us don't shout at the top of our lungs to others "HEY I'M PART OF TEAM MAGMA LOOK AT ME"! It attracts unwanted attention, like say, those wannabe heroes who think they're out to stop the big-bad villain." Yeah, he admitted he was being a bit of a jerk. Sam sighed heavily and ran a hand through his hair. It was truth, he himself never would flaunt he was part of the organization no matter how much he supported the goals. He was a responsible person. But seeing people act as if they were like, like Team Rocket made him cringe so hard he could feel his bones retracting.
"And we're not the big bad villain. Too stereotyped."
Tackle| Yawn | Moves | ABILITY : HUSTLE Moves | Moves | Moves Maka in his ball
Samuel, No, he didn't remember that name, but he doubted that he would remember someone like the one before him. He exuded nothing, he bore nothing forward, and that was a shame to the fellow Magma member. There was strength in numbers, strength in confidence, only as strong as the cults weakest link, and Tytus was sure he had found one of them. Maybe not the weakest, but surely one of them.
The thought of saying something about his time in the group was not needed. He was sure that the year the kid spent already was enough to make him rethink his choices at still being a grunt.
"Power doesn't come from how many Pokemon you have, it comes from the strength and sheer will the bond between the Pokemon and the trainer have. Catch all the Pokemon you want, they will be nothing compared to the vigor, the connection, the trust and diligence put into the correct form." He felt maka at his side twitch in his pokeball. Their power would continue on, would be remembered, and he would make that dangerously clear.
A quirk of his brow was only followed by the unhindered quirk of his lip, a tight, short scoff falling from barely opened lips. "If we want to be painfully truthful, honest, and frank, you seem rather lost, child." Brushing some unwanted dirt of the back side of his hand, he barely turned his eye back to him. "You say we don't all do it, you act so much better than the rest of us, but boy you do scream it to the heavens. Why, you just did, if i am not mistaken." Mid swipe, he looked up, "The mere outfit screams it to the heavens, it isn't as if you being quiet is going to make any little wanna be pokemon league champion keep their hands from trying to stop you. And if you think any different you are a fool." tilting his head a bit, he snickered. "But who am I to judge another magma grunt who thinks that attracting attention by the weak and dreamy are bad. Especially one as young as you." Was he younger? Possibly, the jab wasn't meant to cut at his age, it was to cut at his intelligence, and worldly knowledge.
"Power doesn't mean villain, Samuel, Power in the wrong hands creates a villain. He who wishes to be be obeyed, must know how to command. Power and control go hand in hand." Straightening up a bit, Tytus looked down, nearly done with his diatribe. "Nothing strengthens authority more than silence. So, if I do say so myself, I will continue to walk around with the power, bravado, and authority that I, and that Magma deserves. Because if we go quiet. They win."
Peering at the boy once more, be began to wonder, why he was even there in the first place. Maybe he was grandfathered in somehow because of his family. Maybe he had no other choice, maybe deep down there was the love that they shared. But then again, Tytus couldn't tell the difference between him and a ditto, shifting, and wobbling. At least he had the nerve to stand up to him. Tytus did give him credit for that. "So why are you with Magma then? I'm sure it isn't for the fancy outfit."
| 
| 
