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 the activity check and gala have ended, if your character has been archived and you need them back please pm one of the admins!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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JUNE 18TH, 2015
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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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she typically conducted exercise in the early mornings. the days had become terribly hot, and this season was renown for its sweltering conditions. so, the early hours were much more preferable due to the obvious lack of sunlight. after selecting simple garb for this occasion - a top, shorts, and a pair of worn down tennis shoes - andrea began her workout session. running had become much more easier at this point of time, her lungs no longer freaking out over the cardio-affiliated exercises. and her muscles were beginning the lengthy process of breaking down and building back up bit by bit.
"two laps," she said.
"pooch!" ferra barked, eager.
beerus remained silent, merely peering up at his human before they began. they jogged at a steady pace, with andrea listening to a couple of catchy tunes in order to distract herself from her aching muscles. her poochyena and absol remained at her side, pumping their legs in order to maintain a certain speed. the smaller of the two's tongue had lolled out of her mouth, bright eyes reflecting her delight as she continued onward.
"one more lap."
she had selected a small section of the town to circle. with the predetermined path leading them a mile out before they passed the pokecenter. they were in the process of finishing up their second now, with andrea sweating profusely as they neared the finish, her chapped lips parting as she struggled to properly control her breathing. they came to an eventual halt in front of the red roofed establishment, with the girl struggling to remain upright as she panted.
"shit. shit," she breathed, wiping at her brow.
she plucked her earbuds out and ran a sweaty hand through her mane of black.
Leaving Route 103 Gwen felt satisfied and energized. It had been years since she'd interacted with wild pokemon. Since she'd battled them and captured them like the trainers so many children aspired to be. Still, this lack of experience had left her rusted. Both her own pokemon and those captured had gotten worn by the whole experience, and now she had a responsibility to take care of them.
Thankfully she'd spent the night in the pokemon center, and had to return there for business regardless. Still dressed in what she'd worn to sleep and into the other route, a plain tank top coupled with loose shorts and the unzipped hoodie she'd grabbed on her way out, she approached the red building looking a bit more alive than when she'd left earlier. On the way she'd taken another cigarette out of the pack she'd bought on her way to Route 103 and now it hung from her lips releasing a wisp of smoke up into the air and filling her mouth with its taste.
Gwen had expected to run into nobody on her way back. After all, the sun had rose not too long ago and she was positive her companion and the citizens of Oldale would still be asleep for hours. Yet there, right in front of the pokemon center, panting and accompanied on either side by pokemon was what she could only assume was a trainer. She didn't have to ask what she'd been up to. The sweat, outfit, and quiet cursing made it clear she'd been exercising.
"Are you alright?" While the question was genuine her voice didn't quite ring with sincerity. Empathy wasn't her strong suit. Still she did have a small bit of concern for the hunched over trainer. Working out wasn't something she could say she took active part in -- the hiking through routes and towns kept her well enough in shape without needing it -- but she was fairly sure that cursing wasn't usually part of the routine. At least not when most people did it.
andrea breathed out these words with some difficultly. she just needed a moment to recover. and after several minutes were allowed to pass and her blood cells had been properly oxygenated, she straightened up her posture. her hands settled onto the curve of her hips and her tongue flickered out to coat her dry lips in saliva.
"'mm fine," she repeated.
she began to stretch after recovering, eyes squeezing shut as she concentrated on flexing her muscles. ferra panted, approaching the long-haired female human in order to properly investigate her. she had a nice scent about her - spicy - so the poochyena pressed closer, snuffling at her shoes.
"ferra. leave her alone," andrea muttered.
the girl grimaced, now seated as she reached for the tip of her foot. the coordinator's lips would move as she counted up to ten.
"ab."
the larger dark-type nudged the pooch away, a whine escaping the canine as her scruff was nipped at.
"don't mean ta be rude or nothin'," andrea muttered, glancing at the female. "but do ya need somethin'?"
the concerned woman looked normal. pretty, actually. with long hair, a good bust size, attractive features - andrea's gaze drifted downward for a moment - and nice legs, too.
The girl wasn't long winded. Whether that was because of her physical state or simply because she didn't have much to say Gwen didn't care. Despite her own long winded nature she enjoyed someone who could just speak bluntly and get things out of the way without a million flourishes and attitudes. It made conversation that much easier for her.
"Good," she responded in a similarly short manner when the girl made it clear she was okay. It actually would have been a hassle if she hadn't been. Getting her to a hospital with Anastasia, the cowardly Castform, and the girl's pokemon in tow would have been one big problem waiting to happen. Still, her being fine did put her in an awkward position. She'd only come up to her with that one problem in mind, and with it gone the following question of if she wanted anything left her a bit tongue tied.
Taking advantage of the cigarette in her mouth Gwen took a drag of it, and then a second. All the while she organized her thoughts a bit. It didn't take long for her to sort everything out and let the smoke out of her mouth in a couple of short puffs. Before speaking again she offered the Poocheyena at her feet a stroke behind the ears before it was chased off by the Absol.
"I was just passing by and saw you bent over and cussing," Another puff from her cigarette punctuated her words, "It made me worry something was wrong. That you twisted your ankle or were having some kind of issue with our lungs or heart. None of them uncommon problems in the slightest." As she spoke the other girl's looks didn't go unnoticed. While she was no social genius Gwen could tell when she was being checked out. For whatever reason she felt the urge to mess with the girl a little. An urge likely fueled by whatever endorphins remained from her recent trip to Route 103.
"Before you go looking someone up and down it's nice to get their name. Some would argue dinner's a prerequisite."
"i was raised ta appreciate the simple pleasures in life," she replied without missing a beat. "can ya really blame me fer lookin' at that nice body of yers?"
with a playful gleam in her eye, the coordinator cast the woman a wolfish grin that suited her unsurprisingly well. there was the slightest hint of lust there, her interest evident but her self-control allowing for the girl to remain somewhat suave. andrea completed her stretches shortly afterward, proceeding to stand and test out her sore limbs.
"'mm fine, really," she said. "jus' a bit worn down, yeah? still workin' my way back inta gettin' fit. jus' walkin' around can only do so much fer the body. thanks fer the concern, though."
she patted her hip, and her poochyena hurried to her side, tail a blur.
"c'mere, girl."
opening her arms, the small pokemon happily hopped into them, tongue flickering out in order to convey her affection toward her mistress. andrea turned her head this way and that to dodge the wet muscle, releasing a chuckle as she did so.
"name's andrea. this here is ferra, my poochyena. and that big guy over there is beerus, my absol. so, what's yer name?"
This girl's attitude was definitely something Gwen could get on board with. She was forthcoming and honest, traits that went well with her direct method of conversation. It matched her's well, and she found herself fairly comfortable as she took another draw from her cigarette and listened to what the girl had to say.
"I'm no simple pleasure," she replied with the hint of a grin, "There's a lot to me in a lot of ways. You're a bit young for most of them," her voice, drab and soft, lilted with a teasing canter. There was something about this girl that entertained her. Maybe it was their compatibility on a social level, maybe it was the way she flirted so unabashedly, or maybe it was just the way her nature contrasted with the quiet lull of the early morning.
"Walking has worked fine for me. Try mountain hiking, maybe a bit of swimming. I find them easier and more enjoyable than jogging laps," Gwen's recommendations were accompanied by the dropping of her now stub of a cigarette, which she stomped out as soon as it hit the ground with a fizzle. Smoking was a bad habit she'd picked up in college. It was another reason she didn't work out vigorously, her lungs just didn't enjoy the challenge.
"My name's Gwen," the grin on her face widened somewhat. And this girl had manners, what a nice change of pace from a certain youth she'd met only the other day. Or the youth in her company for that matter. After introducing herself Gwen looked over Andrea's pokemon once more. A Poocheyena and Absol, both dark types. Was she a specialist? Not the most sound strategy, but maybe she had aspirations of Gym Leadership or Elite status.
"You've got an interesting team here. Are you a trainer?" The question came out quick and sure, her eyes locking onto Andrea while her hands fiddled with her cigarette box, pulled from her pocket once more. Not wanting to smoke another but feeling she needed to keep her hands busy she popped the top open a couple times before pulling out a cigarette and rolling it between her fingers.
andrea's features softened immensely, her lips jutting out to form a look of feigned innocence. the beseeching expression was put on for the sole purpose of tempting the older female to look past her apparent youth.
"age is jus' a number," she said. "the more experienced the better, yeah? and, i'm always lookin' fer a good time. and the older ones typically know their way around a fuck."
the expression was wiped away at an instant, a shit-eating grin replacing it before she ruffled her poochyena's already messed coat.
"pushin' myself now will help me push myself later. we're out here in the wilds most days. and ya never know when ya gotta climb, run, or swim like the best of 'em. it's best ta prep yerself on yer own time because of that simple fact. at least then my body won't be caught completely off guard, yeah?"
andrea pressed a gentle kiss on ferra's wet nose, the canine wriggling happily in response to the affectionate gesture.
"guess i do look like a trainer," she muttered. "i'm use ta it."
the coordinator's gaze shifted to take in the image she cut. she appeared to the rough 'n tough sort. especially in this particular outfit. the scars that marred the flesh of her legs and arms didn't help much, either.
"'mm a coordinator, gwen. nice ta meet ya," she said.
andrea reached out, intending to execute a simple handshake.
"Sorry, I'm no cradle robber little girl," Gwen responded to Andrea's words and expression with a grin of her own, the corners of her mouth just slightly raised and her eyes shining with a rare kind of joy. It had been a long time since she'd last had a talk like this. Since she'd last been flirted with. And while she had no intention of following up on the girl's advances, it certainly wasn't a wound to her pride that someone so young had an interest.
While the girl mussed up the Poocheyena Gwen took her turn to look her over. She was petite, modest curves, but built well. If she was older Gwen was sure she'd be her type. No doubt of that. It was almost enough to justify a bit of fun, almost. She had other things to worry about. She didn't need her ward stumbling upon her in a compromising position with someone her age.
"Planning ahead, not half bad," a bit of admiration was in her voice as she spoke. Thinking forward like that wasn't half bad. Not at all. Especially from someone her age. Still, she didn't resign herself to the same logic. She wasn't going to have to do a whole lot of sprinting, and she already hiked and swam enough to take either without burning out. But that might have something to do with the amount of time she'd been up to it.
The girl being a coordinator was a shock. Most of the coordinators Gwen had had the displeasure to meet were gaudy, flashy types. They were theatrical and ridiculous in a way not dissimilar to a certain young woman she had in her company. But this girl? She was crass -- to put it lightly -- and in no way a dainty flower like many of those wispy drama queens. It was another interesting aspect of her she appreciated.
"Indeed, nice to meet you," Gwen agreed, meeting the girl's hand with her own and giving it a firm squeeze. As she did so she examined the hand. Took note of her grip and ran a thumb across her skin. She was curious about its texture and how it matched with hers, her own hands being callused and rough from years of field work.
the coordinator visibly struggled to maintain herself around the beautiful woman. her cheeks remained warmed, the flush that stood out against her sun-kissed face prominent as she peered at the newly acquainted trainer. despite gwen's insistence that she preferred females of a similar age, andrea still felt the urge to press closer and relish the warmth and savory scent of the elder. but she managed a flimsy resistance, nibbling at her own lip as her cerulean gaze flickered away and she considered her reply.
"heh..."
their hands came into contact, and it was quickly revealed that andrea was still a bit sweaty. but it was quite obvious that the coordinator's were also imperfect due to her own rough 'n tumble ways.
"..."
gwen's thumb traveled across the canvas of skin that covered her hand, and the young girl was quick to react. she gingerly arranged the older female's hand so that the back of it was exposed before lifting it up and bowing her head simultaneously so that she could press a warm kiss against the somewhat roughly textured flesh.
it was beautiful.
her gaze lingered on the working woman's hand, seemingly mystified despite the callousness present. small imperfections were visually examined, as though they were precious markings that had been carefully etched onto a blank canvas of pink and tan. she released gwen after a moment, a pleased expression on her face.
"headin' inta the pokecenter," she started, eyes gleaming with want. "curious 'bout ya. i'll keep my hands ta myself but - ah - but i wouldn't mind some company, yeah?"
there was a hint of bashfulness there. the slightest hint, as though she feared that the woman would refuse and leave alone. her poochyena, whom had been cradled in one arm, panted quietly, disrupting the silence that had followed.
The sweaty palm of the bashful girl by no means went unnoticed. Neither did the redness in her cheeks, or the way her words stopped and went uncomfortably. She was a mess of nerves, one of the worst Gwen had seen in awhile. It nearly earned a laugh of her own. And then the girl surprised her.
The kiss to the back of her hand was a shock. So far Andrea had seemed too taken aback by her own nerves to do anything aside from flirt, but the movement was incredibly forward. It was the last thing she'd expected from this shuddering pup of a girl. For a moment she found herself admiring the girl's spunk. The way she could get over her nervousness and the denial she'd already received to continue schmoozing how she did.
"Hey now, eyes up here," she taunted, placing a hand gently on the younger woman's cheek and attempting to direct her eyes straight up into her own, "After all that talk I'd think you'd have more interests than the scars on my hands." the hand on her cheek moved to tease the girl as well, running a thumb gently over her cheek before leaving her warm skin faster than it had come.
This was cruel, Gwen was sure. All this push and pull when she knew that she had no intention of surrendering anything to the girl. Still it was nice. The attention, the obvious want -- the borderline need -- the girl felt for her. Was it really so bad to luxuriate in it for awhile? To just enjoy being wanted? The answer was still probably yes, but Gwen dismissed it before it occurred to her.
"If you'd like to. I need to get showered and changed, and I assume my travelling partner won't be awake for awhile. We can talk in my room, maybe you can explain a bit more about how a rough and tumble Casanova like you got onto the contest scene," the offer was given and then Gwen was gone, walking towards the automatic doors of the Pokemon Center. When they slid open she reached into her pocket, pulling out the pokeballs holding her pokemon -- old and new.
Casually, she walked up to the Nurse Joy currently stationed behind the counter and offered them to her. While they were treated she looked back at the door, wondering if Andrea would follow her.
