In a world where no ten-year-old children rose up to defeat the teams that threatened to take over their region, all six organizations worldwide were able to do just that: take over their respective regions. Unsatisfied with control over just their home, however, each set their sights on the mainland – Kanto, Johto, and the surrounding areas – only to find that they weren't the only ones with that same idea.
With six groups who can't get along in one area, who knows what kind of zany nonsense will propel one group to victory above all others? It's up to you, the members, to decide! Help us decide who's the best of the best when it comes to Pokemon teams, and have fun at your stay at Heavy Crowns!
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NOTES| I'M SO BAD AT STARTERS, sorry this is ridiculous. <3
Ignace had been living on the mainlands for quite some time now. He had been through cities before in Unova. Sure, he hardly stayed very long in any of them, but he had more than enough time to get used to the new setting. He was more comfortable than he had been at the beginning when all he could do was stare up at the massive buildings, wide-eyed and mouth agape. He didn’t run into people on the streets any more for that reason, and he had gotten better at using communication devices of sorts in the case that he got lost in the city.
However, there were some things the man just couldn’t seem to get. Perhaps it was just bad luck, but he still couldn’t completely figure out what he was doing wrong with the vending machines in Celadon City. He put the money in and then he tapped on a picture on the front. After a minute of nothing happening, he realized there were actually buttons for the selections and he started tapping those instead. And he waited again. It sounded like it was going to work at first, but it stopped. It was jammed.
He let out a hefty sigh as he tried to think of what to do. He hated wasting money, and didn’t feel right just walking away from the lemonade he had paid for. He knew better than to hit or tilt the machine. He didn’t know a lot about vending machines or how they worked, but he could see the warning stickers on the side of the machine. He just stood there staring at the machine like a sad puppy until he heard someone pass by. “‘Scuse me, sir, could ya-“
“You’re on your own pal.”
A frown fell on his face. Well, he could go try to find an employee, but he hated to be a burden if this was a problem he could solve on his own. And then the solution hit him. Why didn’t he just reach for it? It took some careful wedging, but somehow Ignace managed to fit his arm into the drink slot. A short moment of victory, his smile return when his hand felt the cold beverage stuck on a ledge. It was his.
But the victory would be short lived. He pulled and tugged, but getting his arm out proved to be a lot more difficult than he thought it would be. At least he had his lemonade now… kind of? Leaning his head against the machine in defeat, he pulled out his phone to send a message to the only person he knew was nearby: his niece Délia.
Post by DELIA DECOUDREAU on Oct 19, 2014 16:31:07 GMT -6
When she received the text on her brand new phone, Delia had to look at it for several seconds before she could actually understand it. It wasn't something that made sense right off the bat but she made the conclusion that he was stuck in some kind of machine on the fifth floor and needed help. When it finally came to her that he was stuck in the vending machine she couldn't help but giggle a little bit. She knew that her uncle was a little on the naive side, but getting stuck in a snack machine was a completely new category of Naivety. But the smilie face told her that he wasn't hurt so it wasn't an emergency. As long as he wasn't hurt. But she guessed that she still had to go save his butt before he became the laughing stock of Team Plasma.
She quickly left her room with her Kirlia in her arms and raced up to the fifth floor, dodging past people and breathing hard as she went. Blossom made a little whining sound as they raced up the stairs. She didn't like the bumping around all that much. Lia felt bad, but she didn't want to leave Bloss by herself and didn't want to have to deal with her getting left behind. It was alright. Lia would never let anything happen to the cute little thing. She was only on the 3rd floor herself so it didn't take her long to reach the 5th floor and find her Uncle Iggy being stuck in the vending machine. She stopped in her tracks and giggled quietly to herself before she approached him.
"Uncle Iggy, why is your hand stuck in a snack machine? Did you treat it nicely?" she asked in a joking manner before she set Blossom down and began to peer into the scene to see the damage for herself. "Are you in any pain? Or is it just that you're stuck and uncomfortable?" she asked. Then she giggled again, "Uncle Iggy, maybe if your stuck with something you should ask for help. Or ask me for help anyway, I could have gotten it for you." With that, her uncle received a gentle pat on the head. Then she leaned in closer to the scene and saw the problem. "Look, your arm is twisted all strangely and so that is causing it to be to big to pull out. Move it so that your arm is flatter and can move smoothly back through the opening. Like this..."
She stood up with a smile and showed him the concept of making his arm and elbow flat and then slipping it through the whole.
Ignace didn’t intentionally hold Délia to any standards. However, he loved his niece and she was the sun in his sky. He put her on a pedestal, knowing that she would come to his aid after he sent the message to her. However, that didn’t mean he would have thought any less of her if she hadn’t come to help, nor was he any less grateful when he did see her approaching.
A few people had stopped to ask him what was wrong before she made it, but it hadn’t been that many people. There was no one who seemed willing to really help him through the situation so much as they promised to let an employee know he was stuck. But that had left him still waiting. It was amazing that Ignace had never become a laughing stock of Team Plasma, but he was a genuine fellow who did his best to keep others happy. He wouldn’t mind if they laughed. Honestly, laughing at himself about the situation was all he could really do for now anyway.
“Elli!” He greeted her with a warm smile from his spot on the floor, arm still jammed into the machine. “I didn’t think I was doin’ anything wrong, but my drink got stuck. Pretty sure s’not suppose to work like that. Thought it’d be easy to grab it so I wouldn’t have ta get anyone else, but… well, this happened.”
He feel silent and patiently listened to her explanation of how to free himself. His own thoughts would leap to conclusions that didn’t always make sense, so it was nice to hear a logical explanation for why he was able to get his arm in, but not out. Reluctantly, he let of his lemonade before he did as she said. It was a struggling and it took a few minutes. However, eventually, managed to get out. The lemonade thankfully fell as well when he broke free.
“You’re a lifesaver, Elli. Want some lemonade as a thanks? I think they have melon soda, too…” He looked over the selection again, gingerly rubbing the now freed arm.
Post by DELIA DECOUDREAU on Oct 20, 2014 23:45:19 GMT -6
She finally saw him get out, in which she had tried to help him through the more difficult parts for his brain to understand. It took awhile to figure out how to get his arm unstuck, but they both managed. She had noticed several people pass by both of them, kind of trying to avoid the situation. She took no offense by it, nor did she think Uncle Iggy cared, but it did make her heart a little sad to see so many people ignore a couple of their own in need for help. Finally, when he got his arm and drink out of the opening of the vending machine, U. Iggy asked her if he wanted some MELON soda. Making an uncertain face she shook her head gently. "Nah Uncle Iggy, I got some soda of my own in my room. You don't have to buy me more. Besides, I think we've had enough vending machine adventures today, don't you think?" She asked in a sweet, cheerful tone of voice.
There was nothing to it, the idea of people passing by without so much as a glance was really starting to bother her. But she would never show that full out. It was her job to make U. Iggy happy. But she knew there would probably be some deep thoughts tonight. Little Blossom looked up at her mistress with a bit of worry. Delia knew that Bloss could feel what she was feeling, and she felt bad for the little Pokemon. But Bloss was the only one she was able to express any real emotion to. She mouthed an apology to the little dancer as she walked over to her and picked her up. With gentle movements Delia set Bloss upon her shoulders as if she were a small child. She did this a lot so that Bloss wouldn't have to chase after her so much. The little white Pokemon cooed with gratitude as Delia turned back to her uncle.
"Uncle Iggy, maybe we could go down to the tea shop on the first floor and spend some time chatting. I don't know if you're doing anything Important for the team right now, but I'm a little on the bored side. OR we could see if we can go on a mission and LEAP into some action. It would be fun to do something together. Its been awhile since we've both been pretty busy. Even though we see each other everyday, I feel like its been forever since we've spent any quality time together." As she was speaking she gently walked over and took her Uncle by the arm with her arm. She smiled at him and pointed to the stairs. "Besides, their is a different vending machine on the first floor and that one works so much better then this one does. Why did you come up here for some lemonade?"
Being ignored was what Ignace should have come to expect from what he may have called ‘city folk’. However, he had a sort of naïvety that he never really grew out of. He liked to think that people weren’t all that cruel or cold regardless of how they may have just walked past him in a time of need. He held no grudges upon anyone, certain that they were just busy with their own lives. If he had been bleeding on the floor or dying somewhere, then someone definitely would have come to his aid, right?
He didn’t think about it anymore than that. He didn’t want to, nor did he feel he needed to. Délia was there with him now, and she was all that mattered for the moment. He smiled and nodded to her suggestion. “Some quality time would be great. Maybe dinner together? Bet we could get a good restaurant recommendation from one of the other members on the way downstairs.” Even though she turned down his drink offer, he wouldn’t let her turn down his invitation to dinner. That was just part of being a good uncle.
“I was thirsty and knew there was somethin’ up here worth buying. Jus’ didn’t go the way it was s’posed to,” Ignace explained. He paused for a moment to finally take a sip of his hard-earned beverage. He motioned for her to follow him, already walking back towards the escalators. “I’m glad you’re here now anyway. I’ve been wanting to ask how you like bein’ an officer and how your pokémon is doin’.”
Post by DELIA DECOUDREAU on Nov 5, 2014 22:53:47 GMT -6
Delia laughed, the beautiful tone of a bell ringing with happiness as it swung back and forth to the sound of music. It was only for a couple of moments, but it were these precious moments that the lovely young lady strived for. She loved her uncle very dearly, more then even her parents. For they could never have taken care of her the way that Uncle Ignace had always done. But living in Kanto for several years had given Delia some experience in the ways of city navigation.
"Uncle, you don't have to go ask someone about it, I know some good places we can go, but if you insist on buying thats ohkay with me. It would be wonderful to see how your doing Uncle iggy. What kind of place do you want to eat at? " Picking up Blossom she began to walk beside ignace as he gestured to the escalators down the hall.
Then he asked her how being an officer was and she looked down at Blossom with a smile as she spoke. "Its different. A lot more demanding of my time, which I completely expected, and I do my best to say and act in the correct way. But sometimes I really struggle. The sudden plethora of responsibility can be a bit overwhelming at times to be honest."
IGNACE DECOUDREAU, sorry for the long delay, but here it is finally. ^-^
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