Hiya! My names Melody and welcome to my blog. I'm the Rock Type circuit leader so if you've got any questions about the lil' fossils, feel free to ask? idk drop an ask if you're bored, make yourself at home. ((FC: 0791-1410-3180- Brandon))
[Txt] Hey so, remember when you told me to tell you when I got all my duckletts in a row for the trip! They're all real pretty and organized now, like in a perfect military single file line. So perfect.... Anyway. When are you cool with setting out?
[txt] Aye aye air marshal ma’am
[txt] Kaz has been itching for a long range flight for a while now so it’s been all I can do to get her to stand still for two seconds to get the saddlebags on her
[txt] Anything besides our bags? I don’t imagine this trip is going to be long enough to require in flight snacks or anything.
[txt] But yes yes, Pilot is in much the same boat! And while I’m sure the two of them would love to race each other, I’m not exactly in the business to be on the backs of two of the fastest flying pokemon having a race with favorable tailwinds. The physics of that sound deadly
[txt] Mmmm. Nah, we’re making landfall in mossdeep right? Cause it’d probably be best for you to fly here, and then have us leave from my house as I’m pretty near the coast.
[txt] Sorry Commander Air Marshal General Corporal Sargent Lieutenant Overlord Ma’am
[txt] Kidding as well: I’m never sorry
[txt] I think the pair of them could clear Mossdeep by nightfall if they leave our skin and major organs behind in the tailwind. I’m not a doctor but I like my liver where it is. I don’t think it would work underwater.
[txt] I’m not a doctor though
[txt] Sure sure. I’ll swing by Chez Triassic and we can get our bearings from there
[Txt] Hey so, remember when you told me to tell you when I got all my duckletts in a row for the trip! They're all real pretty and organized now, like in a perfect military single file line. So perfect.... Anyway. When are you cool with setting out?
[txt] Aye aye air marshal ma’am
[txt] Kaz has been itching for a long range flight for a while now so it’s been all I can do to get her to stand still for two seconds to get the saddlebags on her
[txt] Anything besides our bags? I don’t imagine this trip is going to be long enough to require in flight snacks or anything.
[txt] But yes yes, Pilot is in much the same boat! And while I’m sure the two of them would love to race each other, I’m not exactly in the business to be on the backs of two of the fastest flying pokemon having a race with favorable tailwinds. The physics of that sound deadly
[txt] Mmmm. Nah, we’re making landfall in mossdeep right? Cause it’d probably be best for you to fly here, and then have us leave from my house as I’m pretty near the coast.
Why? Because I am your equal. I am not superior to you in any single way, shape, or form. You may admire my writing, but that does not make me superior to you.
So don’t see me as someone that you could never get to roleplay with, but instead someone having fun, with a writing style you adore.
((I'm sorta back from my really busy weekend. Went to didneylan. But uh. I've got a brutal physics test coming up on Einsteins theory of special relativity so I really shouldn't be here too much.))
Sometimes, Marshal had difficulty making sense of what Melody told them, and after an awfully riveting conversation about DN-something or other, Marshal floated their way back to the Barnes PokeBarracks, emotionless face masking all kinds of intense thoughts. They’d have to converse with their teammates about this. Maybe one of them would have some kind of answer.
Perhaps General, he always had something relevant to say.
As Marshal floated into the Barracks, they took a moment to observe the space and those in it, as they always did. The space was large, as large as it would need to be to house 7 monolithic pokemon comfortably, each with their own space.
<Welcome back Marshal.> Major said, breaking a conversation between herself, Captain, Colonel and Pilot. She waved a lumbering green arm at them, a motion indicating Marshal to come over, <Come on sit with us, surely the commanding officer had something interesting to talk about. She had that weird spark in her eyes she gets.>
That drew a snicker from Pilot as he repositioned himself to make room for Marshal, hopping over before stretching and then relaxing his wings, <Ya’ mean the one she gets when we go flying? I see that glint all the time! I--->
<Pilot I would like to remind you that you are surrounded by 3 pokemon capable of kicking your ass. If you start this, ‘I’m her favorite’ bullshit again I’m going to launch a stalagmite so far up your tailpipe you won’t be able to fly for a week.> Captain growled. A fierce staredown initiated between the Aerodactyl and the Rhyperior, the intense silence only being broken by Major.
<Guys. Shut up. Not right now. Marshal has something to say.>
Marshal had assumed the position they always did, floating in the air next to Majors head.
< With minor confusion: Is everyone awake? I think this is information that everyone, especially those of you who have been resurrected from fossils would like to hear. >
Marshal’s statement drew some minor murmurs from the rest of the cave, notably that of General who had been resting in a corner. General yawned, before sauntering over to the apparent conversational circle and making himself comfortable. The Tyrantrum eyeballed Marshal for a few moments before speaking, <I’m listening.>
< Fearfully: Ah. Yes sir. >
< With minor reservation: The conversation with the commanding officer was interesting to say the least. She seemed very excitable. Talk about our kin in the Valley ‘evolving’. But not actually evolving. Some kind of advancement in their genetic structure. >
A few confused murmurs rushed through the large space before Colonel broke the silence.
<What you mean to say is that our kin are adapting. Adapting to the way this world is now?> He rubbed one of his tentacles over his shell in thought.
Marshal shifted back a little bit, and then spun in an odd direction before righting themselves, <Shocked: Yes. I believe that is what she was getting at. You have managed to understand it better than I did. Thank you.>
General chortled, in the only way that an 8 foot tall predatory dinosaur could, and looked at Marshal, <So. The commanding officer raises us all from the dead, gives us specifically the tools to handle the way this world is now, and then is ensuring that our future generations are better adapted to survive. That we won’t go extinct again. That we may one day, roam this planet like we used to.>
< With minor stuttering: I do not think that includes the planet owning your kind once participated in General.>
General barked, amused that the moonrock would stand up to him, < No, it may not. And much to all of your surprise, I am fine with that. And next time you stand up to me, make sure you do so with more conviction. That was weak.>
Pilot looked up at the ceiling of the building, before turning his head towards Melody’s bedroom. <She’s really something special, isn’t she?>
The Cradily who had been listening to the conversation in the corner of the room slowly waddled over to the conversational circle and curled up, clearly resuming the nap he was taking earlier, <Why do you think we’d all follow her to an early grave?>
Major and Captain exchanged glances before looking at Sargeant.
<Did Sarge just say something… relevant?> Captain asked.
Melody sat in a the hallway of the Ambrette city fossil research laboratories, which had recently had a section of staff added and a few offshoot rooms for researchers specializing in the maintaining of live fossil Pokemon.
She didnt realize that when when she actualized her dreams of bringing the fossils back to their former glory, that it’d result in a lot of sitting in labs waiting for test results. The researchers (and melody) had wanted to make sure that the fossils that were now being bred into the world from Melody’s Valley of Kings, the national park located in a canyon in the cliffs of Ambrette, were acclimating to the way the world was now.
She stretched her legs idly, unsure of exactly how long she’d been sitting in the uncomfortable chair before the lead scientist poked his head out of the room.”Melody? You’re going to want to hear this.”
Melody’s eyes popped open as she made an attempt to get herself out of her chair before realizing her legs had fallen asleep.
“I’ll be in there in just a sec Kieth. But is this a good news thing? Or a bad news thing?” She asked, massaging her right thigh in an attempt to get some feeling back into it.
"It’s a good, and very surprising thing. So when you manage to unsleep your leg, we’ll be waiting." Kieth said, small traces of a smile appearing on his lips before sliding back into the room.
Melody chuckled to herself, “Never misses a beat does he…”
After nearly a minute of fighting with her legs, Melody had managed to will herself into the room only to see one of the newest hatchlings of Tyrunt on the table. Ordinarily baby Tyrunt were incredibly feisty creatures. Biting nearly anything that moved, and in that light, destroying much.
Melody took a second to observe the small dinosaurs behavior. It’d been sleeping soundly on the table, and it slowly perked it’s head up before blinking quizzically at Melody.
"Ordinarily you guys have to go through some ridiculous procedures to DNA test Tyrunt. What gives?" Melody asked, a small answer already forming in the back of her head.
"Well, the Tyrunt and virtually every other previously extinct species of Pokemon at the Valley of Kings is experiencing a series of rapid generational evolutions."
Kieth started, taking a moment to pet the Tyrunt affectionately. The Tyrunt seemed very pleased by this and rested its head on the testing table, an act Melody regarded as widely unusual.
"Like they’re evolving sooner?" Melody asked, not quite understanding what Kieth was getting at.
"No, not quite. The fossil Pokemon are experiencing rapid evolution in the sense that their bodies are altering from generation to generation in ways that better prepare them to live in the world that is several thousands of years newer than they are. Their lungs are better equipped to handle our pollution, their temperament better for working with us for sustenance, rather than against us."
Kieth took a deep breath, smiling widely. “Their very DNA is changing Melody.”
Melody’s eyes widened once more when she took in what that actually meant.
"Pokemon are fucking amazing Kieth. Pokemon are… They are something else." Melody breathed, eyes fixated on the unusually placid Tyrunt in front of her.
A Sudowoodo, a Rampardos, a Kabutops, a Shuckle, an Aggron, and a Solrock.
((She doesn't have a sudowudo, but she does have ramprados and kabutops by tangent. The Aggron is the new 7th member of her team, and I suppose I really should get her a Solrock to complete the set :p))
Religious Belief: Spirtual
Sins: Lust / Greed / Gluttony / Sloth / Pride / Envy / Wrath
Virtues: Chastity / Charity / Diligence / Humility / Kindness / Patience / Justice
Primary Goals In Life: Being somebody she can be proud of,
Languages Known: Kantonese (Japanese), Unovan (English),
Secrets: Not nearly as confident as she seems, hinges on peoples validation.
Quirks: Danger magnet, twirls hair when thinking, posture changes very visibly with her mood
Savvies: Battling, Fossils, Rocks, Pokemon Rehab, Flying
|| Physical ||
Height: 5′6″
Weight: 145lbs
Scars/Birthmarks: Lots from handling dinosaurs. No real set location, and they’re all pretty small. Legs seem to be most prominent though.
Abilities/Powers: N/A
Restrictions: Pays too much attention to what those close to her feel
|| Favorites ||
Favourite Drink: Arnold Palmer ( Lemonade & Iced Tea)
Favourite Pizza Topping: Sausage
Favourite Color: Aqua Blue
Favourite Music Genre: Rap
Favourite Book Genre: Fantasy
Favourite Movie Genre: Comedy
Favourite Season: Summer
Favourite Butt Type: Anything that isn’t flat as a board
Favourite Swear Word: Fuck
Favourite Scent: Spicy food, Gasoline, Dirt, Melody
Favourite Quote: “Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting the same results” - Albert Einstein
|| Fun Stuff ||
Bottom or Top: Both
Sings In The Shower: Of course
Likes Bad Puns: Usually
Morality: Lawful / Neutral / Chaotic / Good / Gray / Evil
Build: Slender / Scrawny / Bony / Fit / Athletic / Herculean / Babyfat / Pudgy / Obese / Other.
Favourite Food: Pecan Pie
"Boss" Theme Music : Mechanical Rhythm: Xenoblade Chronicles ost
Their Opinion On The Mun: He’s a nerd
[[Also in the process of updating Melody’s blog because boy this thing is ANCIENT. Just gonna use a theme i like bc tryharding with the theme is probably a waste of time.
So I’ll try and update most if not all of this information in the next few days as I’ve got an upcoming midterm too]]
[[In regards to circuit things, Ghost and Fighting are still and currently occupied. That is all. uou
Oh. bigger update. I think I’ll be expanding potential candidates for the Circuit to include Hoenn qualified trainers? So any trainers who’ve completed the league in either reigon will be alright]]
[[See: I dreamed this idea up a really long time ago when PAC was more battley. It’s not that any more, and a bunch of muses have left to go do their own thing.
As it’s something my character worked very hard to establish I’m not going to retcon it, but I am going to do this.
The champions circuit is now going to be an IC thing only, but granted that your character is supposed to be an expert on their type, among other things, I’ll require some information before admitting anyone to fill a type.
I haven’t quite figured out what information, it’s midnight and I’ll need to talk to the other 3 remaining members of the circuit. Theres probably gonna be some ic qualifications and some ooc qualifications too. like you should know something about the type you’re applying for yourself you see!
I also know theirs certain kinds of people Melody would be disinclined to let into her circuit, so as of this moment, all types aside from Rock/Psychic/Steel/Dark are open]]
No awkward laughs broski. >:( Although is there something I should know? Haven’t checked the feed in awhile.
Yeah Admiral was really like. Really dumb. Big and dumb and totally thought he was the hottest shit on this side of Kalos. Probably the entire Kalos who am I kidding.
Aw haha, I don’t think Pyrrhos has that problem. He’s just big and dumb. And pretty powerful! Pretty eager to please, too, I think. He’s….more of a guard dog than an actual battle dog, if you know what I mean?
HELL YEAH I’M SHERLOCK! And Ka can be my Watson! This seems backwards but whatever 8D Now, who is my Moriarty………..
I’m in the middle of plaining a sky trip to mossdeep with the best friend to help him find his psychic-death-tank-ite. It’s been awhile since we’ve done anything ridiculous so. Should be fun.
And yeah, I get what you mean. I’ve had a few pokemon like that.
You’re like. Action movie Sherlock. I’m not smart enough to be Moriarty though. Unless Moriarty knows too much about rocks.
Sabine was just telling me about all the ridiculous adventures she’d been having. While destroying a hotel room sounds like a positively lovely venture [and use of funds mind you], are there parts in hoenn that are as safe as the unfortunate lone bus boy working at a hooters? Because I could use like. A non-kalosian beachy vacay. I mean I live next to the beach. Sorta. But not kalosian beach sounds nice!
Also if you say
Armed escort.
You realize I have an entire military squadron of dinosaurs right.
I could help you hunt for your shiny rock. I LOVE HUNTING FOR SHINY ROCKS :’D
Sabine’s been getting herself into hairier situations than most people by the sound of things. Don’t know how she’s surviving getting jumped as much as she is but may she continue to do so.
I’m sure there are bits of Hoenn safer than a wallet in a septuagenarian’s bra but there is definitely a risk of getting assaulted by thugs…which, as you said, could hardly be a match for your rock militia. You should really hire yourself out as protection.
I would welcome the company if you’re offering. I expect you know your stones better than anyone not named Steven and maybe even better than him. I have a lead on one on Mossdeep Island which apparently has beaches yet unmolested by Mother Nature. That could be an interesting vacation made completely safe by said thousand pound psychic death tank suddenly growing four extra limbs.
I had to google that. That is like. The worlds safest location. Holy shit. But yeah if we go we can have Marshal and Leigon keep... like weird psychic watch or something! They’ll probalby pick up on any abnormalities unless theres a strange brainwave jammer. That and I can talk to marshal and marshal can relay anything Leigon says to me.
Do I feel like flying? Dude I’m ALWAYS down to fly. Pilot hasn’t gotten a cross contiental trip in ages! Gonna have to break out the special harness that we use for high speed flights. B)
But yeah, I know what the rocks look like. I’ve been collecting all sorts of rare stones. I haven’t managed to pick up one of those since they’re most definitely hoenn special.
I mean, I’ve been doing entirely too much research and the cost of importing those suckers? Obscene. So i’ll help you find your psychic-death-tank-ite if you help me find giant-steel-snake-ite. Or at least thats one of the main ones i’m looking for along with overly-violent-bee-ite.
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