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 the activity check and gala have ended, if your character has been archived and you need them back please pm one of the admins!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!
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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.
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"Give a round of applause to our new Champion, ladies and gentlemen! To my right, Cael Darcey!" The stage broke into loud claps and screams. With pride, Cael overlooked his new fans, feeling an overwhelming bubble within his chest. He had never smiled so much that his cheeks felt like they would rip, but the pain easily went unnoticed as the announcer stepped over to hand him a trophy.
He had done it. He had beaten the Elite Four and claimed championship over Hoenn. Certainly, his parents must be watching on the television this very moment, sobbing joyful tears for his accomplishment. Boy, was his siblings watching, too? Maybe even the head of Magma?
Cael took in a deep breath before speaking to the crowd. "Thank you! I wouldn't be here today if it weren't for my pokemon! Please show give them the same recognition you gave me, especially to my partner in crime, my best friend of all—" The redhead turned his head to look at his team of pokemon, among them the starter he had began the journey with. But when he saw who it was, he froze.
A castform hovered in place, smiling like a dork and twirling around in circles. Wait, that didn't seem right. Since when did he have a castform?
Cael grew even more confused when he caught sight of the squawking spearow beside her bobblehead. No, no. This wasn't right. He shook his head and blinked his eyes. Was he hallucinating?
And then he looked down into his hands. The trophy had disappeared, replaced with a slimy fish that helplessly splashed in his arms.
"AAAHHH!" Cael screamed, returning to harsh, cold reality. He was breathing heavily and holding tight to, uh, something it seemed. And although it had been a nightmare, frankly, Cael didn't feel any happier waking up.
He sighed. How was he ever going to become a champion with a castform and feebas? Maybe if he just closed his eyes and went back to bed, it'd be okay... Wait.
Cael tensed. This thing... this person snuggled in his arms... Marcus?!
Cael pushed the boy from him and rolled, causing him to fall off the bed with a thump. "What the hell are you doing in my bed?" he cried and brought a hand to his chest. Cael didn't realize, or maybe he didn't want to accept it, but this was in fact Marcus' bed; his was on the other side of the room.
Marcus' dreams were ordinarily unorthodox. Boarded with abstract panels of ideas, unfulfilled desires and hinged with the occasional dancing silhouette, his nighttime visions perhaps would have found success in a modern day exhibit. However, tonight, his dreams were content with a one-man audience, and conveyed a scene where Marcus had become a monstrous vermin.
That is, before he hit the cold floor.
Scraping his cheek off the ground, Marcus—although obviously awake—stared directly at Cael with his seemingly closed eyes. Eyebrows sternly angled, he looked offended, as if an endless scroll of scolding was about to roll out of his mouth at any moment. He raised his fist.
And then wiped his eyes.
"Rude awakening," Marcus said with a yawn, "from a rude little kid," fearlessly, he crawled back into bed and resumed a fetal position, tugging the sheets close to his chest, "and also kinda dumb. This is my bed. Out, out,"
Marcus extended a hand and dismissed him with several careless flaps, "Out with the trash, please. Need to put it out before 8AM anyway so the collectors can pick it up."
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Last Edit: Aug 12, 2015 8:24:51 GMT by Marcus Ridler
Cael wanted to curl beneath the blankets and close his eyes, return to the dream world that didn't involve Marcus or useless sidekicks. But that wasn't going to work anymore. His heart banged madly against his rib cage from adrenaline and that wouldn't be calming down any time soon. "Kid?" Cael snapped his head up to look at Marcus, but he was already shuffling back into the bed. "You don't have to tell me twice." With a low grunt, he maneuvered around Marcus, extending his long legs to reach the floor. Cripes, if only it had been Marcus that had snuck into his bed. Then Cael wouldn't have been the one to look like a fool. Hell, how had he even gotten himself in his bed in the first place? That was a question he honestly didn't want to hear an answer to.
With unsteady but quick movements, Cael made his way to the other half of the room, plopping a seat onto his bed just to take a breather. Sat between their beds was a drawer with an alarm clock reading 8:12 AM. Hm. Too late for trash.
"Sleep for another two hours," Cael told his eyeless partner as he began to change into a fresh pair of clothes. And without a word, he'd leave the center with his egg, only long enough for him to have a chance encounter with a certain Magma leader. But during Cael's absence, Lana the castform had left her pokeball to greet the day with a hearty yawn. There was no sign of her trainer, but Marcus was here! Excitedly, she hovered toward his bed and snuggled close to him, falling right back to sleep.
When Cael returned, he held a plastic bag with containers of freshly cooked food provided by the center's services. "You awake yet?" he called out when he opened the door. At first, he didn't see Lana, not until he had set his egg and the bag down. Once he recognized the bulbous head cuddled in Marcus' sheets, Cael slapped his face. Marcus had to be some sort of seductress in disguise to be attracting him in Lana to bed.
"Get up," he demanded from the both of them and kicked the edge of the bed to shake them awake.
