New Horizons, part 1: Dark Arceus
, is a continuation of my previous rp, The Rise of Mt. Pyre parts 1-3
. The only way I can think of explaining without revealing too much vital info is with this lengthy exposition/prologue and I am so sorry if it bores you.
I suddenly realize that the prologue/exposition isn't necessary, but a bit beneficial, so instead of boring yourselves with my sucky thrown-together mesh of writing, you can skip down to the plot (picture of ghost pokemon) and your role section. I recommend reading the prologue after being accepted just for some understanding of my characters, but it really isn't essential.
Main character exposition/Prologue:
“Couldn't it be possible to wake up with an empty head?” I asked Riley once more as I stumbled along beside him, his arm tight in my grip for a guide. Looking up at my guardian, though there was barely enough light to see my own hands, I could clearly see his pinched expression of irritation at my slowness. I looked down at my shoes in defeat. Yes, I knew it was called amnesia. Yes, I knew there's no such thing as an 'empty head', and yes, I knew I've already asked this in the past. I had hoped he would sense my distress in my stupidity, hear the quiver in my voice, feel my hands trembling as I gripped his arm close. I was hoping too much again, of course. His mind was full of knowledge; no room for sentiment of any kind.
The sky was as dark as dusk even in the noon-hour of summer as we picked our way through the thickets of the northern-Lilycove forest. A black cloud hung in a swirling vortex above our destination, as it had for the past few days; a thick, pulsing mass of the living dead. Duskull, Duskclops, Shuppet and Banette, joined by their kin from Kanto and Johto all congregating for reasons unknown to nearly all, blackening the sky and saturating the air with thick waves of their moaning cries. I hugged Riley's arm tight as we proceeded, fighting the shaking, the tears, the visions...
Riley was only a few years older than me, somewhere in his late teens or early twenties, I wasn't sure, but old enough to be registered as my legal guardian. I still have to crane my head up to see his face. A triangle of his red t-shirt was visible beneath his pitch-black leather jacket, which was cold and hard to the touch even in its well-worn state. His short, thick mop of hair seemed as if it was cut with a blunt razor whenever it grew too unruly, and was as white as snow. I couldn't see his eyes, as usual, since he wore dark, mirrored sunglasses to hide them.
Me? I don't know who I am. Go back a few years and I found myself waking up and staring at a plain, beige ceiling. Riley was there, changing some bandages wrapped around my head. I didn't know who he was, said he had found me wandering around with a gash on my forehead. I stupidly thought my brain had leaked out from my head and left it empty. Somehow, he took me in, raised me, took care of me. I pondered for a long time about what to call him. Brother didn't seem to fit, and dad was just...odd. So I call him simply Riley, my 'guardian angel'. We both guessed that I am about fourteen, give or take a year. Nothing about my looks can mark me as different; short bob-cut brown hair with a faint dark green streak, brown eyes, average height. Nothing special. My red shirt has billowing green sleeves, and a long white skirt which keeps getting caught and torn in the underbrush. My blind eyes cause my feet to stumble in the darkness. Riley's blind eyes made him extraordinary. The 'normals' praised his astounding detective skills despite his impairment. The youngest man on the Hoenn police force, a record number of successful cases and youngest ever to be promoted to chief inspector. The 'normals' couldn't know of his, of our, skills. No one could.
I looked nothing special. I felt like nothing special. Yet I was, because I woke with an empty head, and in its place came the visions. Visions of the past, present, and future. And always, that same vision, that man in grey, with the silver hair, sitting in the softly falling snow, and the blood, on his hands, on his arms, dripping across the pure white of the snow. Everywhere.
A murderer, Riley told me, whom he had been searching for for a long time. He gently squeezed my shoulder, a rare sign of happiness. Warmth swelled in me, and now it was being sucked away with every breath, with every step we made deeper and deeper into the forest, to find this murderer and bring him to justice at last.
“You're certain he will be here?” Riley asked without stopping.
I was toying with the gold locket around my neck again. A birthday present, from Riley, with a looping C carved on the front. Callisto, yes, I think that's my name. “He's here,” I mutter, “The air, it's just like in the visions.”
Riley stayed silent, hands stuffed in his pockets while I dangled oddly off one of his arms. “Stop toying with that, Callisto, it's very valuable.”
I kept it in my hand, as the trees began to thin out. The clearing, just as I had seen it, loomed out in front of us. Above, at the eye of the storm of ghosts, a thin shaft of sun shone down unto the decrepit, ruined walls of what was once a humble cathedral. Drops of dew shone silver on the mossy rubble of three crumbled walls, and the last standing pews were bathed in a dusty rose and lavender light from the last stained glass window of the far wall.
My throat tightened with fear as I saw him then. The man in grey, in blood. There was no blood this time, only the young man, sitting serenely on the remains of the fallen western wall, feet just above the ground, head bowed and turned away from us. He was thin, and looked frail as willow branches, like a small breeze would snap him in two. His clothing was old, but formal, black pants and shoes with a black shirt, and a dark grey suit with two yellow bands at the cuffs, as well as an odd yellow zig-zag that ran around his waist. A silver-grey top hat with a yellow band above the brim sat on his head, bent slightly askew in the centre so that the top half bowed slightly towards his face, and his hands were covered in gloves of the same colour. His hair was a strange silver-grey, and fell in a soft fringe just above his shoulders. It was thin and flyaway, like gossamer thread, and in the faint rays of sun shone like spinarack silk and silver. His face was more boy than man, almost elfin, eyes closed. At first, with his hands clasped in front of his lips, I thought that he was praying. As Riley and I approached, I saw that his fingers were clenched tight, and trembling. In fear.
This was a murderer?
“Julien.” Riley's firm voice made me flinch. It was not a shout, nor a question. More like a command.
My flinch was nothing compared to Julien's small jump as his eyes shot open and searched for the voice, faint wisps of silver bangs falling across his face.
His large, dark eyes found Riley's sunglasses. “Riley,” his voice was as airy and wispy as a faint autumn breeze, and twice as quiet. Then, his eyes locked on mine. They weren't brown, as I thought. They were deep, and melancholic, and the dark burgundy colour of blood. Suddenly, my vision began to fade. Whiteness, more and more light filling up, as I saw Julien rise from his seat. Another vision was coming, but I never saw what it was. I do remember what happened. I could remember a sharp pain at the side of my head, and the light went out, and left the dark.
I remember those clouds. Strange, purple grey clouds slowly parting from the sharp noon hour sun. And the two round eyes the colour of blood.
I screamed until my vocal chords cracked, scooting backwards on my hands and bottom away from him. “RILEY,” was the only thing I cried, “RILEY!!!!!!” Again and again, until I was backed against a crumbled wall and no sound could come out of my hoarse throat.
Julien was crouching a few steps away, hands up in peace. “Please,” he muttered as I broke down into raspy sobs, “Please, I want to help,”
“Riley,” I breathed again, realizing that he was no where around. What did this murderer do to him?
“He left right after he hit you,” he breathed, almost regretfully. Panting and shaking, I looked back at him, still crouching there with his eyes fixed on me, one hand outstretched, offering his hand. “I'm sorry I couldn’t stop him, but I was afraid he was going to try and kill me too.”
My head pressed against the cool stone. I felt blood on my hand from where I was clutching my locket, now clutching air. No, not my Riley, he would never, this man is lying...
“Please,” Julien leaned a little closer, “I know him, he's lied to us both, he'll kill us both too if we stay here. Please. Let me help you.” His hand was still held open towards me, just out of reach.
I hesitated for what seemed like an eternity. Still he waited for an answer.
I placed my blood-crusted hand in his.
His gloved fingers closed around mine.
Thus began the longest journey of our lives.
These have been uncertain times. Ever since the mysterious ghost uprising above the forests north of Lilycove several years ago, the public has wondered what would happen next. Now, the ghosts gone, there is another threat. A former detective and prodigy in the Hoenn police force had suddenly disappeared with a substantial amount of money and confidential information. Police will not give any report about how they were duped by a mere teen, a partially blind one at that, but there have been rumours leaked that Riley Dubois, son of infamous weapons specialist Lucian Dubois, now deceased, was the perpetrator of the theft. There were already suspicions regarding his, peculiar abilities, possibly linking him to the ghost incident above Lilycove hardly a year ago. He has connections everywhere in the world and extensive knowledge on advanced weaponry, as well as being suspected to own a dangerous and illegal Darkrai. Newspapers and headlines warn everyone; be on the lookout for this dangerous, and ingenious criminal. If seen, do not confront under any circumstances. Call the local authorities, and pray he doesn't find you.
Of course, when you're gambling in Veilstone, the gambling capital of Sinnoh, you're not thinking of stories like this, am I right? It's a beautiful day, the sun is shinning and you have a bag of coins in your hand. Sounds pretty perfect to me. A bit too nice, for my liking. But things will change, very soon. I'll make sure of that...
Unbeknownst to the humans, no, to anyone other than they themselves, all over the world, hiding in the shadows, or deep within the woods, or even walking among the humans like they were one of them, the lucky few 'abnormals' who escaped from their labs are walking among the 'normals', searching for more of their own, searching for a safe haven, and hiding.
History of the morphs:
See discussion/roleplay threads (below plot on those pages)
All over the world, the hunt is on for the elusive criminal mastermind, Riley, and everyone is pitching in their help, forming a world-wide network to try and stop him. In the background of the otherwise quiet daily routine, there have also been hushed murmurs about mysterious creatures, powerful things that are not quite pokemon, and not quiet human, yet no one seems to know what they are. Whether you're a budding amateur investigator, visiting friends in Veilstone, a professional inspector following a thin lead to the same city, a trainer just passing through, a canon, a wild pokemon, a creature of questionable origins, or even the great Arceus himself, no one can be prepared for what comes next. The only thing you know is that you need to be in Veilstone, for there is something...'abnormal'...approaching....
*incoming message for pokemorphs only*
....don't have much time.....if any....lis...ten............my friends...stay....hidden......the humans.........if......................you........ ......foun..............they...will....ry.......to ........kil....................................... .................................................. .................................................. .................................................. .................................................. .................................................. .................................................. ............
only a faint GPS marking on the message is detectable. Veilstone..........
Rules/what to expect:
Sign-up sheet :
- This plot for everyone; morphs, trainers, coordinators, breeders, other humans, shinies, wild pokemon, fakemon, legendaries, canons, etc, so please don't discriminate against any. My only exception is Giratina, it's mine!!!!!!!!!!!
- Normal PE2K rules apply (no god-modding, bunnying, etc.) NPC characters will be named as they are created but it may be up to the rper to create a minor character now and then.
- I may get a bit scientific-ish now and then, plus have a lot of info on pokemon. If you get confused feel free to ask me for an explanation or search it on Bulbapedia. Unova pokemon are allowed, but this first part predates the discovery of the Unova region so please try not to mention it until a latter time.
- I don't go with most of the game's mechanics, namely the four-move cap, no-dodge thing, and anything else that wouldn't make much sense in real life, and I think most people will think the same.
- This will have some non-pokemon weaponry and stuff, as well as some mild violence and gore.
- Since this is during the school year I understand it'll take a long time between responses, but I'll give an approximation of when I'll respond next. Please try and inform everyone if you want to stop rping or if your response will take a while.
- I seem to have an aura that repels literate rpers for some reason...I speak like an illiterate in ooc but am literate when bic, don't worry.
- This plot is quite involved, which I hope is okay for most. The major region featured in part 1 will be Hoenn, as well as all pokemon up to fourth gen, but if there's an Unova/fifth gen trainer out there they are still welcome.
- It's perfectly fine if you have more than one character, or wish to start out with one and bring in more characters as you get accustomed to the plot. I personally will have over twenty characters (seriously) near the end of part 4 if anyone still sticks around for that long.
- Though this plot is actually very long-term, I've split it into parts so that people can drop out after one part or chose to continue if they wish, but please stay till at least the end of one part. At the end of the part, I may or may not host a new SU thread, depending on the number of people still willing to continue.
- Pokemorphs are lab-made and refugees in the human world. There is one lab per region, except for the Unova region. Pokemorphs from the same lab will often recognize each other and may form groups/societies for protection.
- Though I have experience rping, this is my first time attempting this on pokemon 2000, please be patient with me.
<female/male/genderless or a secret>
General idea of age:
<either specific age or age range is fine, this plot progresses and it becomes easy to loose track>
<It seems like a lot of people have pictures but I always love reading a nice description.>
Personal pokemon knowledge:
<up to fifth gen, or below? Don't know a certain region? Don't know many canons? Just anything you may worry about being left in the dark about.>
<anything else you want to say?>
(add for trainers and/or canons)
<if not sure, either newbie or advanced>
<can be kept secret until rping begins if you'd liike>
(add for pokemon)
<not required, but can be included>
<can be altered later or kept secret>
(add for fakemon)
<what is it?!?!?!>
<not required, but can be included>
<can be altered later or kept secret>
(add for pokemorphs)
<preferable to keep secret>
<region where it's from, one major lab in each region.>
<human, poketongue or both>
post your character's history (unless it's somehow essential for comprehension). The way I see it: We as rpers will have all the characters in front of our faces, their personalities, their lives. Our characters, when they meet, will not know each other. They will not have read the other's personality or history. I just think that we as rpers should find out about each other's characters as our own characters do as well, so that our reactions can be more realistic. It may sound weird, but I still insist on little to no history before hand, instead, incorporate it into the rp or even merge it with the plot if the opportunity arises.
Check back to this post to see if you're accepted. Once I feel there is a suitable number of people (or people stop signing up) it will begin.
(I do not own any of the pictures other than my avatar. Advice is still appreciated if you're not interested in joining!)
Current cast:Callisto, Julien and Riley (from Oracion)
Cody Moon and Sara (from Max)
Erik Marx, Aria Rals and Zen Kyles (from Sylver)
Janet and Jenny Pearson (from Whimsicott)
Zac Storm (from Pokemon of Destruction)