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 the activity check and gala have ended, if your character has been archived and you need them back please pm one of the admins!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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Post by kristmar mortensen on Jul 9, 2015 11:07:36 GMT
we are quirky, totally crazy, fairly broken but nicely decorated
That hadn't taken much encouragement at all.
After what appeared to be a moment's consideration, Kurayami was walking in his direction, weaving through the crowd that only grew denser as more invited guests arrived. Relieved that he wouldn't be stood, alone, to the side of the party for much longer, Kris exhaled a light sigh and brought his glass to his lips for a small drink, averting his gaze to the window for a brief moment as the male approached. It wasn't until he'd drawn closer did Kris let his eyes study Yami's outfit and found himself mildly impressed with how well he could scrub up, even if he wore his tie loosely and his buttons not fastened all the way to the top. It gave him a very laidback edge to the otherwise stuffily formal attire, one that didn't exactly look too bad on him.
"Look at you with your cutesy kitten mask," the blonde teased once the guy was within earshot. He brought his fingers up to his face and slid down his seviper mask that covered the upper half of his face, revealing the vaguely amused expression that it partially concealed. Kris' lips were pursed into a faint smirk and his vibrant wine red eyes cooly narrowed. He kept his mask off for a second, long enough to greet his recently met acquaintance, before sliding it back over his nose. "Hey, Kurayami. Didn't think I'd catch you here."
He paused and let his eyes settle on the glameow he cradled, not forgetting her. "And hello again, Machiko. That's a nice little collar you have." Kris dropped his hand to his accompanying pokémon's head and smoothed his fingers over his smooth scales. Wrapped loosely around his trainer's lower legs, the seviper gave the cat a bit of a blank look over, nonplussed by her; she was a tiny morsel of a pokémon, definitely not worth his time when there was a radiant serpentine dragon in the room. "This is Kasimir, my seviper. He's quite mild-mannered so you shouldn't have to worry about him."
Shouldn't have to. Kris didn't entirely trust this pokémon yet. He didn't know him well enough to be able to predict his behaviour without fault.
"Would you like a drink, Yami?" Kris asked distractedly, glancing down at his empty hands - save for the glameow - and then to his own which held an almost empty flute. He looked back up at the younger male with a teasing narrow of his eyes. "Are you even old enough to drink though?"
Yami paused at the voice, something nagging in his mind that he should recognize it and a small frown curling his lips as he tried to place it. However, it was only a moment later the person was pulling their mask down for him to see his face and Yami let a surprised noise slip out before he nudged his mask to the side so that Kristmar could see the large grin curling his lip, pleased that there was someone he was at least somewhat familiar with. Now more aware of who he was walking towards his gait became smoother and more casual, no longer curious as he strolled over to the blonde with his mask still turned to the side to reveal his face. Kristmar was the only person he really knew anyway so it shouldn’t be too big of a deal anyway. Steel eyes rolled at the older male’s words but a soft chuckle fell from his lips as he said teasingly, “You would use the word cute for my mask, wouldn’t you. I guess I should say yours isn’t too shabby either.”
His gaze dropped to the Seviper but the young man’s side and quirked a brow before glancing back up at Kristmar. “Trust me, I didn’t exactly expect myself to be here either but…life is funny.”
Machiko let out a soft satisfied purr at Kristmar’s greeting and compliment before her eyes dropped to the Seviper with a narrowed look. Her tiny nose wrinkled at the snake, showing smile sharp teeth before she raised her nose to it daintily and looked away. She’d prefer the scruffy Glameow to this uncouth snake anyday so it didn’t matter to her what it did so long as it left them alone.
The brunette hummed in quiet fascination as Kristmar introduced his seviper, eyes bright and studious as he looked at the shining scales before a soft whistle pressed past his lips admiringly. He was a great looking specimen, definitely something he’d have to catch on his pokedex one day when they weren’t in such a formal setting. His eyes flicked up to Kristmar’s face with a crooked grin, his head tilting slightly as he murmured, “If all your pokemon look this good I have high hopes for that Glameow then.” It was praise and encouragement neatly hidden before he straightened up. “I heard they’re a little harder to predict in terms of training though. Have you had him long??” Somehow they always seemed to end up talking about their pokemon when they got together not that Yami really minded, he liked having someone he could talk with about this stuff.
A slow blink signaled the surprise he felt at Kristmar using the shortened version of his name, the blonde often referring to him by his full name so it caught him off guard from time to time. However, at Kristmar’s teasing question he quirked an eyebrow at him as a slow, sly grin curled his lips and he purred playfully. “Want to find out?” Tugging his mask back into its proper place on his face he put Machiko down with a warning look that she merely flicked a tail at as she sat and began washing herself, careful of her collar. Gunmetal colored eyes surveyed the crowd before spotting a nearby waiter and flagging him politely, once he was sure the man was on his way he turned back to Kristmar. “So what have you been up to masked man?” He cocked his head thoughtfully before he murmured, “You know I just realized we never did trade messaging names.”
When the waiter arrived with the drink tray he smiled warmly towards the man and casually took two flutes from the tray, handing one over to Kristmar and taking his empty one to settle it on the tray. The man seemed to pause for a moment before simply continuing on his way and Yami turned back to Kris, bemused as he shrugged. “Granted I won’t be trying that too many times seeing as this isn’t my cup of tea.” Yami had drank his fair share as a minor but…it wasn’t something he actually liked doing like some kids his age.
Post by Dmitri Khvostov on Jul 9, 2015 14:58:30 GMT
"I'm glad you warmed up to me a little." I should remember to bring more, just in case I set him off again somehow... Its deft retrieval of the jerky suggested Absol didn't like wandering near Dmitri, perhaps it held a grudge. I just wanted you to actually try, and not go easy on Broski just because he's fat. Dmitri's misconception that Broski was fatter than normal festered deeply, perhaps the fact he fed him greasy human food was the source of his concern.
I'm not sure a lean Swinub would look any healthier, though... He was almost haunted by the thought of an anorexic Mamoswine. Eek gad. The idea was worse than he'd thought, being fat was better than looking emaciated.
"Usa sure is taking his time..." Usagi had yet to return, likely held up by some partygoer looking for some small talk. Or maybe someone's hitting on him... Dmitri flushed and grew envious, tensing in his seat at the slightest suggestion.
What is this feeling...? Broski nibbled on his boots absently, perhaps testing to see if the leather was worth eating. A soft nudge kept him from ruining his dress shoes.
Post by Alastor Clarke on Jul 9, 2015 16:27:25 GMT
"My Mienfoo is new. I brought Houndour though." The last time he'd tried to snuggle with the thing, she pounded his cheeks until they were sore for the next day and then some. She's so yandere.~ Best not to suggest that to Mienfoo, or she might start swinging at Al some more. Talk of gym badges followed shortly after.
"Well, I thought Norman would be a cake walk with Mienfoo here, but... I don't see a reason to rush it." Shrugging, Alastor plucked a glass of sparkling cider off a nearby waiter. He almost seemed intent to pass Alastor by without making eye contact, but once he reached out he went rigid and quickly left soon as Alastor had secured a grip on the drink and took a gulp.
"Gas masks don't seem to be in fashion here. Who would have thought?" He was only mocking the man for being so frightened by his appearance. Perhaps they were expecting some sort of retaliation or snide remarks on his end? Does he know something I don't? Apparently it put him on edge, at the least. This was supposed to be a mask party, though: perhaps he had taken it one step too far...? If they don't like it, they can bite me. They're the ones who didn't bother to specify. He placed a hand on his hip and looked down at Daemond. He seemed bored and irritable.
"I wonder why they'd hold an event for free... seems conspicuous to me. What do you think?" For now it seemed there was nothing but inconsistencies in this event. Where was the funding for this coming from? Why was it being held? Who was the true host of the event? Would they make an appearance? Was there any reason to stay other than free food? Alastor rubbed his chin ponderously, contemplating these questions.
Post by Sylvester Blackburne on Jul 9, 2015 19:07:47 GMT
"I already battled your Mienfoo, remember?" It wasn't that long ago, so Sylvester couldn't help but wonder how Alastor had already forgotten. Needless to say, he would not dwell on it for long. "Honestly yeah, there is no need to rush into it. I was just wondering." It was relieving to know Alastor was not ahead of Sylvester as of yet. Perhaps that would change, though he continued to hope otherwise.
"I don't think it's as suspicious as you think. There always seems to be an event for trainers and other pokemon enthusiasts alike to get together. Most are less formal, but hey, can you really complain about free food?" No, you really couldn't. Though, Alastor's way of thinking did reflect on Sylvester's own. Was there even a host to this gala, besides the attendant at the door letting everyone in? It made him ponder just what else might be in store for them tonight. 'I wonder...'
Post by Alastor Clarke on Jul 9, 2015 21:35:43 GMT
"Yeah, they host them all the time... but how many cater to anonymity and enforce a strict one pokemon per trainer entry restriction...? I don't like it, but maybe I'm just being paranoid." When have I ever not been paranoid? He shifted uneasily, sipping at his beverage once more. Oh... he already knows about Mienfoo? Well damn, I look like an idiot. 'Course, I don't remember much when it involves Sylvester anyways. He smiled and pushed onto another new pokemon of his.
"I was able to get an Abra in a trade. How's that for new?" Al grinned; Abra was quite an exotic pokemon to acquire. Knowing his cousin had one of them would serve to hamper Sylvester's bravura and allow Alastor to assert his own prowess. Or he won't even realize how rare it actually is... Still, the question of training the Abra was tricky. Al wasn't certain he could pull it off considering it didn't know a single offensive move nor did it seem inclined to.
Step into the mind of a young man And if you don't then I don't really give a damn All I wanna do is make you understand But if you don't wanna listen I guess you ain't a part of the plan Sorry if I digress all I ever wanted was to be the best Stayin' up late night no rest Feelin' bulletproof, no vest But I confess my minds a mess living in world of stress I digest But I gotta keep grinding cause everyday success what I'm finding And I don't give a damn if you hate on me Cause when I blow what you gonna say homie?
His eyes move through the crowd glancing at anybody and everybody ready to enjoy the evening, he's yet to mingle with anyone old faces and new alike a number of both mixed in with the crowd. He wears a red and white mask covering only his eyes the lower half of his face free from the disguise. He's at the bar waiting for the fancily dressed bar tender to finish preparing his drink, the first of the evening. The night as they say was still young, but in his eyes it was never too early to loosen up, and why not take advantage of the bar where the wine came relatively free for all the guests. He takes a seat at the counter turning and watching people of all different shapes and sizes mingle, all of them testing the waters weighing their company ever so carefully before moving on, many making notes to come back to later in the evening.
It was how humans were, judging worth whether it was through looks and conversational skills alike. Soon he'll be joining slightly dazed thanks in part to the drink he's just received the older gentlemen behind the counter sliding it to him casually. The masked red head nods a quick thank you before turning back to the crowd drink in hand. Content with watching, an almost eerie ever present smile plastered on his face.
Post by emma kasperson on Jul 10, 2015 2:06:49 GMT
there's a swablu on the top of her head, and a lookalike mask on her face. it's skyblue in colour, with white clouds dotting the sides. she wears a white sundress which her mom sent her specifically for this formal. she walks into the gala, waving at the host before entering the crowd of suits and dresses and pokemon.
her stomach growls, feeling utterly empty of food. yes, that's what she needs. maybe a chalupa or some vanilla ice cream even -- that sounds really good. she enters the buffet. an array of food opens up before her. it's then that she reognizes the familiar splash of red and white and yellow. it's magikarp -- she only knows of one person who has one.
"fidel?!" emma squeaks before running towards her in an attempt to hug. alice squaks in surprise as she's rustled, puffs of feathers trailing behind them. she's just so excited to see a friend. and at the gala, of all the events!
■ as the dining room proudly presents... your dinner!
Fidel was distracted from a demonstration by an eccentric cook from Unova who wore flame a flame print polo about a giant bacon burger by the sound of a familiar voice. One that was younger, which was rather surprising to the orange-themed girl, given her immense youth which contrasted almost every attendant at the gala.[break][break]
"Hey, Emma!" The brunette accepted the hug, giving her white-haired friend a long, comfortable embrace. It was on the verge of being awkward before Fidel released. Magikarp jumped to the side, getting out of the area between the Kasperson and the Bolivar. It also eyed Alice, and jumped up to Emma's height to give it's fellow Pokemon and her trainer a greeting. "Karp."[break][break] "I'm feeling amazing!" Fidel said with a grin. She looked over the buffet, prompting Emma to look as well. Food of every shape, color and size was presented beautifully. "They've got tons of treats here! It's like a dream come true! Well, except for the seafood, maybe..." She glanced at Magikarp, enough for the other girl to notice. Magikarp remained oblivious.
Post by Sylvester Blackburne on Jul 10, 2015 5:10:47 GMT
"An Abra?! How did you manage to catch one of those?" Perhaps Alastor was making good on his steady pace as a pokemon trainer. Even though he had yet to obtain any of the badges, he had acquired a very rare psychic pokemon. It was one of Sylvester's favorites, which is why he happened to know anything about it. "That's pretty fortunate, cousin. I don't know of anyone else with an Abra, and I've met quite a few trainers, some of whom who owned multiple rare pokemon themselves." As one of the few servers came around, Sylvester took one of the appetizers on their tray, which was an ornate cracker sandwich comprised of many organic ingredients, the main one he could identify being a jalapeno with a slice of cheese, among the other things on it.
Chewing well and sending it down the hatch before he continued to speak, Sylvester ushered for his Sylveon to sit on his lap, stroking it's fur once more while further conversing with his cousin. "I'd like to battle your Abra some day, if you do not mind. Their evolution chain has always been one of my favorites, so I really want to see them in action." The enthusiasm in his voice was mild, though if Alastor knew him well and gave a thorough look in Sylvester's eyes, he would easily distinguish that they were vivid with excitement.
Usa emerged from the crowd with two plates, both filled with an assortment of Pokefood. "Sorry it took so long. I wasn't sure what Broski would like, so I tried to bring as much of everything". He quickly placed the plates on the table, sat down in his seat and then slowly pushed one of the plates towards Dmitri. "Here you go..." he said with a smile. He then turned his attention to Leonidas.
"What's that you got there, Leo" he asked in a stern tone. Leonidas didn't respond. He just quickly chowed down on whatever it was that he was eating in an attempt to prevent Usa from seeing what it was.
Ah, I see... Usa thought. He assumed that Dmitri had given the Pokemon something. Hoping that his stern tone would not be taken as him being upset, he quickly announced in a jovial tone: "It smells tasty". He reached over and brushed the fur on Leonidas' back. He then reached for a Pokeblock from the plate of food he had just brought, and tossed it in the Pokemon's direction. Leonidas responded by catching the food in his mouth. A huge smile appeared on the Pokemon's face. Heh...guess you really liked that one! Usa made a mental note for the future.
Post by Dmitri Khvostov on Jul 10, 2015 16:14:17 GMT
"Thanks! I'm sure he'll eat all of it anyways." Grinning, Dmitri lifted Broski back onto the table and set him before his plate. An assortment of pokecubes and other pokemon cuisine decorated the plate from center to the rim. He's going to get fat, but that's okay. Just makes him a better pillow. Broski whinnied and began feasting on the delicacies set before him, ignoring Dmitri as he stroked along Swinub's back to occupy himself.
"Look, they've begun the dancing!" He gestured through an archway leading into a ballroom, where guests and in some cases their pokemon were beginning to fill the floor. A symphony began to roll out of the room, and their formation seemed to melt into a myriad of movements, all an expression of themselves. It was really quite fascinating to behold the aura they were creating with their synchronized movements. Why did I point that out to him, again? Dmitri's face flushed slightly, his cheeks rosy pink.
Usa smiled softly. "Yes. Yes, they have" he replied.His eyes followed a few people as they made there way to the ballroom. "Looks like fun". It probably was. But, dancing wasn't really Usa's thing. At least, that was how he felt. In truth, he never really had the opportunity to find out. And, him not knowing without a doubt that he wouldn't make an utter fool of himself on the dance floor meant he was highly unlikely to go there.
"Did you want to dance" he asked nonchalantly. He didn't think about how Dmitri might interpret his question. In his mind, he pictured Dmitri dancing with his Swinub while he watched from the sideline. The sight of Dmitri becoming flustered, however, made him wonder whether Dmitri was just as reluctant as he was to join the others in the ballroom. Was he nervous that everyone would be forced to dance at some point in the night? Usa chuckled at proposition that this could be true. He leaned in closer to Dmitri. "I don't think you have to worry about dancing" he whispered, "I think you should just have fun".
Post by Dmitri Khvostov on Jul 11, 2015 2:56:12 GMT
"Did I want to dance? I don't know, Broski looks awfully stuffed. I think I should stay here and let him rest a moment." Swinub had indulged himself of over half the plate by now and had finally met his match. Dmitri stroked under his paws and scratched beneath his armpits, and Broski squealed. Aren't you ticklish tonight. He laughed, but looked back at Usa and his thoughts turned on himself, bitter and resentful.
You're going to live your whole life afraid of taking a chance, and every chance you get is going to pass you by, and when you're old and withered and nobody cares for you anymore, it'll be all your fault! He tensed, biting at the insides of his cheek and anxiously opening and clamping his mouth closed. Was the risk really worth it? He played with his glass, tilting and whirling it around its base and swishing the contents around. His hand slammed the table, and he raised himself confidently.
And then suddenly as Usa focused on him, his confidence vanished in that instant.
"Uhhh, erm... bathroom! Watch Broski, please!" Scrambling away from the table, Dmitri left to relieve himself of the stress. Why am I falling so hard for him, anyways? Usa hardly struck him as attractive when they first met. Perhaps it was how well Usa had dressed himself. Dmitri could hardly stand himself at this point, he was pathetic.
He splashed lukewarm water across his face, smoothing out his wrinkled forehead and clapping wet palms against his cheeks. It felt good to wash some of the grime, but being near Usa made Dmitri nervous and sweat more than was natural. What's wrong with me...? Nothing had quite ever hit him so hard as these feelings for Usagi. But what even were these feelings, and why was he having them? Perhaps it was the food and unusual environment to blame instead? He couldn't make sense of anything beyond he was anxious over something.
But when he walked out of the restroom, and saw Usa remaining at the table with Broski and Absol, he knew then and there that it wasn't the food or the gala itself. It was just Usa. It was too much for him to bear standing alone, so Dmitri returned with due haste to bask in Usa's company. Broski huffed in greetings, and otherwise returned to his nap.
"Hope I didn't leave you bored for too long." I should have said I'm sorry. Taking a chair beside Usa this time, Dmitri gave him an intense stare as he absorbed everything about Usa that his eyes could deduce before he realized how awkward staring at him was. But he couldn't avert his gaze for long. This is nuts. His heart was racing wildly.
the gala is starting to get filled, there's many people. the music has already started. a smooth jazz song fills the air, and as the clock nears midnight it seems that there's a lot of movement of people towards the bottom floors of the building.
guests are encouraged to start dancing and eating the food. the fireworks will come off at midnight, please wait patiently while they're getting ready!
