#pokemon migration

[ranger-rai]

Attention Trainers!

A very unique migration will be occurring over this weekend.

If you take a trip down the eastern Sea Side, you might see a river of glowing lights.

A large group of biolumensent pokemon (lanturn,Finneon,Tentacool, etc) will be migrating from cooler seas near Kalos to warmer seas near Hoenn for the winter season.

Reports have said that this will be one of the biggest migrations, so catch this event if you are able to.

We would love to hear of see your experience from this event, so send us any experiences you have this weekend!

[thehorriblemu]

The first colonists that came to Alola were from Kanto and Johto. bringing their Pokémon with them. Some of the Pokémon escaped, others were released into the wild, others, like Rattata were not meant to be there at all. Eventually, some Pokémon adapted to the environment and became the Alolan forms.

However, not all Pokémon that live in Alola today were brought by colonists. Pokémon such as Magikarp. Wingull, Pelipper, Shellder and Corsola were common around Alola for a long time.

Pokémon like Luvdisc, Butterfree, Spearow, Wailmer, Wailord, and Milotic often migrate to Alola to either evolve, reproduce or to escape the harsh winters of other regions.

[chronically-hysteric-queen]

Pokemon of the Heart

   Despite having chosen to claim a room in Peter's mansion, much to the annoyance of the other, she still found herself returning to her apartment back in sector 5. She had left a few things in her room there, but only for the few times, she stayed there. This time she was only here to collect a couple things and then return to the mansion.

   So, she grabbed what was needed throwing it in a small bag and went to leave when she eyed the small ball she had gotten. A Pokeball, she had gotten it quite some time ago, but had yet to catch a pokemon for herself. Well, maybe she should at least start carrying the thing around. After all, it wasn't like Vivaldi was going to catch a pokemon without it. So she added it to the small bag and finally left the apartment.

   Before she returned the mansion though she was going to take a look around Sector 5. It had been at least a little while since her last time here. She glanced at quite a few things taking the time to look and fully enjoy herself. There was no need to rush back anyways. Peter probably enjoyed the alone time he was getting at the moment.

   However, as she turned to look at the next place a flash of something caught her attention. Whipping around she saw a blur as something ran down an alleyway and despite knowing better she followed it.  

   At first, it looked like Vivaldi had missed whatever it was until she noticed sitting on top of a window ledge was one of those Pokemon. She had heard quite a bit of talk about these creatures and had even seen Peter's. They were cute little things, but she had never noticed one that looked like a cat before.

   Adorable~ The cat looked at her before returning to cleaning itself. It would appear it didn't have much interest in her. Regardless, she had no doubt that this was the pokemon for her. Reaching into the bag she grabbed the small ball ready to throw it. She had been told that all she had to do was throw the ball at the pokemon and it should catch it so here went nothing.

   Throwing the ball she watched in curiosity as a red light surrounded the small creature and it disappeared into the ball.

   "It would appear we have finally caught our friend~"

   She would be curious to see how Peter and his Pokemon reacted to the cat pokemon's presence.

   Meowth was caught!

Meowth (Female) Level 22 Type: Normal Ability: Technician Nature: Jolly Item: None Moveset: Charm, Bite, Spite, Feint Attack

[candykraken]

goomy rhymes with woomy

Warmth had been Callie's wish, to be able to tolerate the freezing outdoor temperatures without her body threatening to shut down if she didn't keep moving continually. An unfortunate feature of being a tropical squid. And warmth she had been granted. Even plodding knee-deep through a snowbank, she remains comfortably toasty. She can feel the chill in the air, but it doesn't reach further than the surface of her skin, and she can take her time working her way to the forested region of the city. 

As soon as she draws close enough to see the tops of the trees, a massive snowball smashes into the ground beside her, and she shrieks, jumping back. She can see the cannon in the distance, and the broken branches littering the ground in its path. Were the forest-dwellers okay with this? She could hardly imagine they liked having their trees busted to splinters.

As it's panning around for its next target, she dives forward, transforming into a squid and slip-sliding through the trenches, skidding along the mix of ice and mud churned up by the boots of those taking refuge. It's hard to tell where she's going, but every so often she hops up (getting creamed by a snowball once or twice) to check that she's still heading for the marsh. The soggier ground and low elevation are a good indicator. 

She's not even sure she'll be able to find what she wants here. Beyond the forts and the massive ice castle, the forest is quiet, the only sign of activity the distant BOOM of the cannons. The snow is shallower here, but the ground is frozen into patches of ice in spots, hidden beneath. She must be close, but there are few signs of life from the Pokemon she knows normally inhabit the area. Some tracks, some chewed branches and signs of scuffles. So she trudges deeper, until she can barely hear the commotion and city traffic, the sound muffled by the snow.

The wide clearing in front of her suggests there's a pond buried nearby, and while the piles are deep she knows that doesn't mean the ice is thick enough to hold her. Callie begins to circle around, keeping close to the spindly trees bordering it, when she crashes through the crusty surface and sinks in up to her shoulders, snow immediately filling her boots and slipping down the back of her jacket. She yelps in alarm, wrenching her arms free and clawing for the edge of the hole, and when that doesn't work, she undoes her tied-up tentacles and grabs the nearest tree, prepared to haul herself out. There's an odd warmth rising from beneath her, a buried pile of rotting leaves now exposed to the chilly air. 

As she pulls herself up, one of her feet feels heavier for some reason, and once she's scrambled back onto the surface she turns to see something small, purple and lumpy clinging to it. It begins to slip off and she quickly grabs it, holding its slimy little body close. It's a Goomy... It must have been hibernating in the burrow. The poor creature squeals, squeezing its eyes shut and retracting its antennae in response to the cold. Right, dragons didn't like cold, did they. Callie feels a little bad pulling it from its warm sleeping spot, but this had been what she'd come here for, so she quickly digs a Pokeball from her pocket and drops it on the sluggy dragon's head. It puts up barely a fight as its drawn into the ball, shivering once or twice before clicking shut.

It's nearly dark when Callie finally makes her way back to the main celebration, exhausted and hungry and damp (but not cold, at least). Satisfied, and fairly sure nobody would try to harm or rob her with all this merry mistletoe hanging about, she retreats to the ice castle and finds herself a nice secluded couch to curl up on and nap. Tomorrow she'd properly meet her new friend. Indoors, where they could both be warm this time.

[quiet-or-die]

Stuck with another monkey. . . .

Sanzo’s needs are really very few, most of them simple. However, one desire he has—besides wanting his sutra back up to par and freedom—that has been hard to fulfill in this city so far, has been trees. He has spent many years of his life traveling by foot. As a result, he finds being surrounded by nature a necessary part of his life. Thus, he found himself leaving Sector 6 through a gate of vines to District Mu, which has a forest surrounding it. It was an annoying trek, but worth it to be under green leaves. He has no need of anything besides some peace and quiet, so he enters the forest only enough to be fully submerged in green, then stops. He leans against a tree and doesn’t move for over an hour, at which point it’s only to take out a cigarette and light up.

Sanzo is just starting to smoke his cigarette when a tug on the sleeve of his robe interrupts his meditative calm. Looking down, Sanzo sees a purple monkey-type creature, with a cheeky grin across its face and a tail that ends in a hand. A hand that is entangled in the fabric of Sanzo’s robes.

“‘Ch. What do you want?” Sanzo demands as he tries to tug his sleeve out of the monkey’s grip without ripping the fabric. It chitters a series of sounds at him and curls its fingers in his sleeve a bit deeper. “I don’t know what you’re trying to say to me.” Sanzo informs it tersely. The smile drops just a fraction and it pulls again at his robes.

“I lose one bakasaru, only to pick up another.” Sanzo grumbles as he unclasps the fingers one by one, yanks his sleeve out of reach, and stalks back toward the forest’s entrance.

Another tug.

“What?” Sanzo snarls as he whips around. The damn thing chatters at him intelligibly again. It can’t want the cigarette, so why does it keep bothering him?

Suddenly, the thing’s tail reaches up and grasps Sanzo’s shoulder. Next thing he knows, the little shit is sitting on his shoulder, running its fingers through his hair.

“You little—” Sanzo reaches up and tries to pull it off but it clings to his head. Sanzo snarls and sits in the middle of the path so he can use all his concentration on getting the bakasaru off.

Well, it does come off. . .

with a few strands of his hair, which it holds up to the light, mesmerized, before chirping at him gleefully.

“Hn, that’s what you wanted?” Sanzo scowls. “Fine, stay here now.” He goes to leave again.

Thump.

“Damn it!”

Sanzo ends up walking back to Sector 6 with a purple monkey pattering behind him, tugging on his robes every five-ten seconds, and chattering up at him. Occasionally it jumps onto his shoulder like he’s its own personal jungle gym. The walk that took him half an hour before is tripled due to Sanzo’s repeated efforts to get rid of the stupid thing.

“That stupid kappa is right, I am a small animal tamer.” Sanzo grumbles, finally resigned to his tag-along. “Bakasaru.” The monkey grins as if its pleased at its new “name.”

Pokemon acquired: Aipom.

Pokeballs used: 0.

Pokeballs owned: 1.

Level:

Moves: Fury Swipes, Swift, Scratch, Tickle

[kingofniflheim]

@4ourleafclover

Ratatosk yawned while walking through the street with Agmundr on his shoulder. The both of them had just woken up after a day of testing out what kind of moves the Impish Pachirisu had with him and one thing he could say was that it was a good thing he had Nether Traitor with him for the added regeneration skill. He didn’t know the smug little shit was gonna use Spark and then immediately counter with a Quick Attack.

Of course like him, Agmundr liked to fight as cute as he was. 

“Pacha?” 

“I’m still pissed you used your electric move to wake me up though.” One would look at him rather oddly for communicating openly with his partner though.