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 the activity check and gala have ended, if your character has been archived and you need them back please pm one of the admins!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.
"N-no, I meant... ah. Nevermind." He faltered, trying to steel his nerves but... those dark, wine-colored eyes glowered only made him want to take a step back. He got the idea that Kris might take losing poorly but... the blond looked 'bout ready to bite his head off to be honest.
He bit his bottom lip, dropping his rejected hand with furrowed brow to his side. Even if Kris was smaller by a couple inches and lissome figure, Ze would've been dead by looks alone if such ability existed. Saying something, he felt, makes the situation worse but a little bit "Well that's just rude" at the friendly offer of good sportsmanship.
"Same with my aipom... " He said softly, "I haven't raised a young pokemon in so long, kinda lost my touch reigning and having them listen to me." He wasn't expecting a pat of the back or the long-haired blond grinning in sincerity at him, the battle long forgotten and eagerly shaking his hand. Losing made most bitter. Kris seemed to another step beyond that. Though the spark of interest for rematch showed promise.
"Because I won't. There's more fun in having a challenge, y'know." Ze insisited, shooting him a raised eyebrow. "Its not a guarantee- but its fun. Maybe even throw in a wager if you want."He's not going to lie- he's intrigued. The gible, with a little training, could be fun to fight and... well... Its bothering he had a face and name of this stranger, the eerie sense of familiarity yet nothing to connect it all. He didn't have time to ask 20 questions to sedate his curiosity but he could at least do one thing to prevent it from niggling and poking from the back of his mind.
"Wait--" Looping his arm out of the strap, unzipping the side pocket to pull out a notepad that doubled as a checklist; inside the spiral top of the pad, he pulled the pen and open the notepad to a blank page. Scribbling something on with decent, large handwriting, he said "Easier to contact. I'm not going to pass up another go at a dragon type... and Kris, right?" He offered the torn out note, with the tamed smile. "I'm sorry again. So please tone down the murderous looks- you could have another chance to fight me on your terms." And please have the decency, if you tear that up, to wait until I'm gone.
Post by kristmar mortensen on May 24, 2015 21:19:16 GMT
Kristmar felt a sudden niggle of curiosity at the possible reason why the aqua grunt - who didn't appear to recognize him - had had to start his team from scratch with such a misbehaving aipom. But no sooner had it appeared, the blonde forced it down. Pointless curiosity; why the man had started afresh was no business of his although he'd like to assume it was because of, heh, a demotion. Why else would a grunt be stripped of their former team?
Y'know... maybe he'd take this guy up on his rematch. Kris wasn't content at all with the result that he'd been given this time around. The unfair odds, the unequal start... it didn't sit right with him at all. It disgusted him.
But, in spite of this, he was still reluctant to take the piece of paper pushed his way.
The expression the blonde's normally placid features wore contorted into a yet more exaggerated display of displeasure, eyeing the hand as if it were the most offensive thing that'd ever been waved in front of his face. With a rough movement, he yanked one of his hands out of his pockets and quite literally snatched the piece of paper from the male's hand.
"Yeah, it's Kris," he muttered with a gentle growl, letting Ze's apology slide right off. "And we'll see. Kinda busy preparin' my team for contests." A small white lie but he wasn't going to promise this person anything right now. Like hell he wasn't. The long-haired man glanced down at the scribble in his hand and raised an eyebrow before stuffing it in his pocket, along with his hand. He gave the man one last glance up and down, with his current face it was clear that it wasn't in any appreciative way, and snorted gently while taking a couple of steps back.
"Catch you around, jerk." Kris turned to head back into Littleroot and make a beeline for the bed and breakfast he was staying at so he could heal Deimos. "Maybe."
Post by Zephyr Wallace on May 25, 2015 5:19:29 GMT
notes;;onward to the texting or w/e! words;;what are words tag;;kristmar mortensen
He perked- Kris still was every bit of rough and unapologetic but... he took the paper nonetheless. His smile widen, lopsided in amusement as he nodded. "Contests? How fun-- I got the vibe you must've been a coordinator." Giving a slight shrug, adjusting his bag straps, he continued, "More time for me to train."
The rematch wasn't guaranteed but its a fun thought to entertained- geniunely curious, part of him felt excited by the prospect of seeing a more trained gible. Dragon types, while they weren't be-all-end-all favorites, they always sparked a childlike awe in him. Deimos wasn't a prime example of the fabled, powerful dragons- from the little he saw, he was just a cute and bumbling baby. But gibles became garbites, which in turn became garchomps.
Ze might have a little bit of envy. Well this is time for a do-over with my team. Might as well look into getting my hands on a dragon.
Giving a small wave, he called out "Catch you around. Maybe." of his own with a soft laugh. Kris was... interesting. Grumpy and their meeting was brief but he had a feeling that this wouldn't be the last of him seeing those glowering red eyes.
Turning on the heel, Ze strode back into the bushes from he came. With Ai in the safety of his pokeball, at least one of his headaches would stay quiet and just enjoy the lovely weather without judgement.
