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 the activity check and gala have ended, if your character has been archived and you need them back please pm one of the admins!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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[attr="class","pv00"]There’s rustling in the grass at his side, a quick blur of dark fur against shades of greens and browns; and if the beast had been just a little more tactful in her mindless pursuits Noah wouldn’t haven’t noticed its path. He lets her go no matter his knowledge of where she currently is, knows that even if he tried it would do no good; he’d lose his voice before it listened. Instead he stayed silent, walking back through the route he had gone through to get to the festival a town away. It felt different now that it wasn’t uncharted territory, though if he were to be questioned about where things were on this route he surely would have nothing to say. “Holding this is a pain,” he groans, rolling his shoulder against the strap of a bad carrying his newly required item. Or egg, rather -- a living creature within a shell -- that Noah was forced to carry around. It was his of course, yet still this type of nurturing felt awkward; unlike him and strange. This was something Evan was suitable for, or even Alistair, though he hadn’t seen the mute boy in years; but not him. Definitely not him. Silence is broken, a quick howl a few feet away from where he stops, and he glares in the direction the noise comes from. “I hate you..."
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[attr="class","pv7"]might as well make my first catching thread lmao
what the heck was this poochyena doing here? it's an obnoxious little dog. shelmet hides back into his helmet just to make sure it doesn't do anything funny. when it gets too close, it sends out a leech life just to make sure shelmet isn't too tired.
[attr="class","pv00"]Nothing good will come from his Poochyena running about like it is. History states that it’s the worst possible thing for the overactive canine to do, especially in places where people or creatures can narrow in on it. He’s not cut out for training this type of Pokemon, nor if he capable of running off to fetch the dog with this egg. With his luck, if he even tried, the egg would end up smashed and his Poochyena all the way back in Littleroot; then he’d have to hear Evan yelling at him for months. He slung the strap of his bad over his shoulder until the edges of the fabric hit his neck, rolling it back to hear a dulled snap before continuing onward. For the second he had taken his eyes of the distinctive dark blur moving about the grass he had now lost it. He narrowed his eyes, scanning his left than right to find something that could hint at her location.
She wasn’t too far from her trainer. Her ears could hear his steps, hear when he paused to look before going off again -- and it was because of that (and other things) that she didn’t return back to his side. He was fine and this independence was too good to give up. She should be more cautious, her instincts tell her so while she darts down the path, but she’s too young for that; inexperienced in what can go wrong. Her sense of smell catches the scent of a Pokemon, mixed with those that came before, and she ignores the message shooting to her brain.
There’s a quick yip of surprise, the feeling of something clinging to her body as her feet skid to a stop, shaking herself in an attempt to brush off the seeds now latched at her side. Her tongue brushes against her teeth as she catches sight of the Shelmet, baring them before letting out a howl. The sound echos, her head lowers and she pushes off her hind legs towards the Shelmet with a tackle.
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[attr="class","pv7"] 006 - RUNAWAY - DARK TACKLE • HOWL • PLAY ROUGH
POOCHYENA WAS HIT WITH LEECH SEED!! POOCHYENA USED HOWL! POOCHYENA USED TACKLE!
he can feel a little more energy as he sucks it off the poochyene. the seeds did their job well, but it seems that poochyena is not in a good mood as he is. he falls backwards as the little pokemon hits him. wow, how rude! fine, if the she wanted to play it that way. shelmet gurgles, and with a violent uphurl sends a spray of acid on the pokemon.
[attr="class","pv00"]She can feel the seeds still clinging to her fur, burring into it before latching to her skin; and it’s irritating. This foreign object and feeling makes her skin crawl, lessens her excitement and drive just to run and has her constantly shaking to free herself from the seeds. There’s a momentary lapse of judgment after her tackle hits, has her mind simply running to the fact that something is still on her. Something is making her feel strange; and that something needs to get off of her now. There’s a small whine that leaves her maw, her head reeling back to nip at the air and fur where that feeling is coming from; but there’s no luck. It’s still there, still pinching at her – and she growls.
The howl done – the echo that resonates the area – it’s all enough for Noah to track down his starter, his footing quickening for a moment when the sounds calm. Having another situation like the cave exploration would be the last thing he’d need right now. There’s no point in calling out to the Poochyena (knowing, even if he had, she wouldn’t respond back). Instead he keeps moving forward, slinging the strap against his shoulder every few steps to position the weight of the egg correctly. When he catches sight of the fur of the Pokemon his footing slows, eases until he can just see what is happening.
A single scoff; he isn’t surprised his starters actions caught the attention of something living in the route. He’d have been more surprised if it hadn’t. His eyes watch the Shelmet recoil back, still with its eyes locked on the canine, and spew out its acid. Maybe if he was a better trainer he’d call out to his starter, maybe if she didn’t have a tendency to run off like she does he’d have warned her; or maybe if his way of training wasn’t like this he would have done it. She’s going to have to learn, he thinks. She should know this by now.
She yips when the acid hits her, stumbles backwards with wobbling legs and a stiff shake of her pelt. It’s a liquid that burns at the touch, one that drips down her fur and against the grass around her when she shakes again. Her eyes narrow on the Shelmet, slowly pacing forward towards the Pokemon with her head lowered. The few strands against her shoulder blades rise, the others pinned down by the remaining toxin clinging to her fur. Another howl, another boost – and she goes forward; another tackle aiming to slam into the bug type.
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[attr="class","pv7"] 006 - RUNAWAY - DARK TACKLE • HOWL • PLAY ROUGH
POOCHYENA WAS HIT WITH ACID!! POOCHYENA USED HOWL! POOCHYENA USED TACKLE!
the remaining attack leaves the shelmet on the ground, unconcious. she's glad she hurt it a little bit though, just because it's revenge. shelmet just hopes that the pokemon trainer has mercy on her.
[attr="class","pv00"]She doesn’t realize her victory when it happens. The impact of her body against the smaller bug type has her recoiling back against her hind legs, scratching the surface of the ground with her nails as she shakes her pelt once more. It’s the sensation of the move that causes her to shift in place, only to feel that burning substance still clinging to the strands of her fur. The seeds had lost their life, dropping off of her every which way when she shakes, but the liquid is something else entirely. She lets a low growl vibrate her throat, nipping at the air with her jaws before whining in annoyance. There’s something about having anything on her -- any foreign substance or stand attached to her -- that riles her up more than anything. More than her trainer barking orders at her, more than annoying Pokemon targeting her while she’s in her own world.
He's been watching the whole time from the side, silently grazing his thumb against the underside of the strap on his shoulder. There’s victory in this unaccounted match, but one he writes off as sheer luck. If the canine hadn’t been annoyed by the warning shot she wouldn’t have done much of anything in this battle, and surely she would have run off like she had done within the cave if the Shelmet had more fight in it. His eyes catch sight of the Poochyena tumbling to the ground, rolling onto its back and rubbing against the grass in an attempt to smear the remaining toxin on anything but her body. He clicks his tongue, rolls his eyes before stepping forward, gaining the attention of the dark type who simply rolls to her side and yips. She seems happy to see him, tail wagging and kicking up the cut blades of grass onto her fur.
“Don’t give me that look,” he comments, grimacing when the canine yips a second time as she gets to her feet. “Come on, lets keep going.” She doesn’t make a sound again and instead trotts next to his legs to catch up, nudging her snout against his free hand at his side before walking off ahead on the trail.
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[attr="class","pv7"] 008 - RUNAWAY - DARK TACKLE • HOWL • PLAY ROUGH
POOCHYENA GAINED TWO LEVELS! HEALTH: (HEALTHY)
i feel like im the slowest person on this site lol also skipping the shelmet. not pink enough 8I
"smooch!" the pokemon quietly says, hiding in the branches of the tree. she's getting ready for her next smooch attack! her lips rub together thoughtfully. she'd have to play her cards right. when the trainer finally gets right beneath her, she drops down towards him, lips aimed right for his.
[attr="class","pv00"]There’s a second as they walk that Noah watches his starter, the one who moments prior had took it upon herself to wander the entire trail in two seconds flat; the one who, now, simply trotted off ahead in plain sight. He’s grown somewhat attached to the dark furred canine, however it’s a feeling that comes and goes as the day goes on. She has her moments, he’ll admit, but the good is still outweighed by the bad. Those moments where she obeys a command or stays silent when told to are easily forgotten when someone passes by that catches her attention or she has chosen her time outside of the pokeball had been too little. For his standards the Poochyena has a long way to go, but shes gotten better; though, she hadn’t set the bar high for herself either.
He hadn’t thought to pay any attention to the trees, of the branches that held study feet above him nor the Pokemon perking atop them; and if he had he would have been prepared for what had happened. The quick shout caused his head to raise, to see the small body of the Pokemon drop -- and then the feeling of its lips against the corner of his; and while it hadn’t been direct contact the sensation of such was still disgusting. His footing jolted his body back, his hand raising to smack the Smoochum away from him as it descended to the ground -- and whether it hit or not Noah did not care. All his thoughts were filled of what had just happened, how it made his skin crawl and the way his other hand raised to wipe the feeling off of his lips.
The noise had alerted the dark type the moment the wild Pokemon had shouted its namesake, with her ears pointed high and her head jolting backwards to see the small body fly down towards her trainer. It didn’t register as a threat but rather a toy -- something to be played with, something that might play back; something that was fun. She let out a bark, darted forward towards the falling baby Pokemon before leaping up to meet its descent with his jaw wide open. To her it was like catching a ball, possibly a treat minus the actual consumption of it -- and if she had missed, well, she would just have to pick it up from the ground of course.
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[attr="class","pv7"] 008 - RUNAWAY - DARK TACKLE • HOWL • PLAY ROUGH
HEALTH: (HEALTHY) GG SMOOCHUM ! NOAH ATTEMPTED TO HIT THE SMOOCHUM AWAY FROM HIM ! POOCHYENA ATTEMPTED TO CATCH THE SMOOCHUM IN MID-AIR !
(not actually attacks but...) welp that thing succeeded in kissing noah... sorta but now caught the attention of his pokemon rip
wooo yeah she got a smooch from this guy! smoochum is about to land on the ground before another pokemon barrels into her, snapping its jaws shut around her abdomen. she squeaks in pain. wowee, what a meanie! she'll have to give it a sweet kiss too, and maybe a little pound just because this pokemon is a bit too clingy for her.
He should pay more attention -- if he had this wouldn’t have happened; and sadly he couldn’t change the past to avoid it. Instead he was left to glare at the wild Pokemon between sliding the back of his hand against the area of his lips that had made contact with the creature. If he had a choice he’d have kicked the thing, and when his eyes catch sight to the Smoochum getting snatched in the air by his starter there’s a silent appreciation for the canine. It’s very rare to have that happen, extremely so actually; but there was some good to everything he guessed. There’s something in the Poochyenas stance that makes Noah believe she’s proud of her catch, similar to how a pet dog would look when catching a ball thrown by its owner; and the similarities in those two pictures is striking.
She keeps her jaws locked on the Smoochum in her grasp, tail cutting through the air in joy at her catch, ignoring the pained whine coming from the Pokemon. There’s more concern with showing off her prize then paying attention to its movements, and as it launches a sweet kiss towards her she’s caught off guard. The pound that follows and the sudden confusion of the situation at hand causes her to drop the Smoochum, stumbling back a little with an attempting shake to stop the after affects of the attack.
She no longer finds this entertaining, the feeling being switched with something similar to irritation than anything else. It was like the liquid substance the other Pokemon had shot on her; annoying. Her lips curl back before releasing a sharp howl in the air before rushing forward in a tackle in the direction (she thinks) the Smoochum is. It’s all too difficult to make out, unsure and simply put, confused on her current position in this match.
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i should be banned from doing wilds i take too long.... im sorry cila, pls take your time!!! also i wasn't too sure how to work with confusion, so i thought i would leave it to you to choose if the move hits or if she gets hurt! if im supposed to choose myself just let me know and i can add it in this post if you want or just do it for my other posts 8) also idk if stat increases stay with the pokemon until you call them out or if it resets every new match no matter if it's in the same thread 8( im sorry for the trouble im lame </3