Fandom Gijinka whatever I can't fucking remember rp

[Necromantic]

[color= white]
Time: 7AM
Location: Santalune City
Weather: Cloudy
Season: Spring

For Gijinkas
A long journey, ain't it? From a small, recently discovered island only about the size of Oblivia to Kalos, a region inhabited exclusively by humans. A long enough journey that they put everyone on a plane- something that you had never seen before in your life. Guess there are a few things that humans have that Gijinkas don't. When you docked in Coumarine City, you were almost immediately flocked by people who had heard of your coming to Kalos. News reporters, curious citizens, people who happened to be in the right place at the right time, it all made getting to the Hotel you were going to stay in for the night rather difficult, but it happened. It's been a while since then, though.

You've been in Santalune city for a few days now, to allow you to get adjusted and allow time for all the humans you're supposed to be teaming up with to actually arrive. This morning, you were woken up at six am and informed that today was the day- you were going to pick out a starter pokemon, and then head out to meet the people you would be traveling around Kalos with. You don't have much more information on them, though. Sheesh, who's coordinating this? You're to go to the nearby Pokecenter to pick your pokemon.

Humans
You're all fucking getting here differently, imagine this block of text for yourself. You're going to the lab and also in Santalune. Literally all of the humans are from somewhere different, I can't type a starter for this. I've tried three times.[/color]​

 

[Orikanyo]

Aisi Kamaka

Spoiler: Music, if yea want it.

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"Gah, this is so damn stupid. Leave my trial at home for what? Another trek through some place I don't know? yea sure, get lost in fucking Kalos of all places." a grouchy man grumbled his way forwards through the city streets. he had only been here for roughly two weeks, and he already hated Kalos. well, hated it in the way that meant he didn't hate it but he was more than happy to tell people that he hated it.

There was only one way to the ocean, the beach wasn't even that great, though he couldn't say the same for the folks on said beach. kalos, if nothing, had some damn fine looking people. Not that they could hold a candle to Alolan folks, hardly anybody here looks like they could stand a day of actually doing hard work. hell even the tough looking guys were sitting in cafes sipping their damn teas or whatever. Full blown bikers, drinking green tea, what kind of damn region is this!

Full to the brim with a bunch of wusses.

Granted, he ordered an espresso from the same place. But his point still standed, he was the toughest shit to hit this place since.... Ever!

But now he was being sent off to babysit some weird people he's never heard of, what kind of region is gjinka? or was that the name of what they were? Whatever, it doesn't matter, hes gonna grab whatever idiot hes gotta deal with for this damn trip and get it all done.

Or wait, what did that letter say? Going with a group? First contact between the peoples? What the hell is this shit?

They think hes gonna play diplomat or something?

And why was there a picture of some pokemon cosplayers with the letter?

"...Their not bad at the cosplay thing I guess... But why the hell do i have to watch over the wierdos?" the young man sighed as he came upon the Santalune city lab, looking up at the building and straightening out his clothes, he stepped forwards and went inside...

 

[Necromantic]

[color= yellow]Seven Lawless[/color] [color= white]and [/color][color= sienna]North Lawless[/color]

[color= darkred]Tired single brother having a quarter life crisis and a five year old[/color]​

[color= Sienna]"Seven, Seven, time to get up, we gotta go!"[/color] Seven was woken up to the feeling of North hopping up on his shoulder and shaking his shoulder while yelling at him. Not the first time he'd been woken up like this, and he sincerely doubted that it would be the last. He groaned and cracked an eye open to look at the clock, way too used to his sister doing this to panic about it anymore. The blindingly red letters on the clock read 5:30 A.M. He had been told beforehand that he was supposed to be in the lab by 7 A.M., but he had still been planning to get up at about six. North seemed to have different plans, though, and it was just too close to the time he was actually supposed to be getting up for him to tell her that it was too early and tuck her under the blankets with him to go back to sleep.

[color= #e5e500]"Alright, I'm awake, I'm awake,"[/color] Seven grumbled sleepily, which was enough to get North to stop shaking him. Without getting off his chest, North grabbed his arm to try pulling him up, while continuing to yell, [color= Sienna]"C'mon, up, we gotta get dressed! Breakfast! Let's gooo!"[/color] Arceus knew how anybody could be energetic this early in the morning, but North was clearly 100% ready to go and willing to drag Seven out of bed to do exactly that.

Seven was pretty sure that they'd be lucky if they weren't kicked out of the hotel due to his little sister's incessant yelling.

Despite North's hyperactivity and Seven being 99% sure that his sister was gonna get them kicked out, the rest of the morning progressed relatively smoothly, and the two of them were out of the hotel well before they were supposed to be at the lab. To keep North from running off and getting hurt or something, Seven carried North on his back, which gave her ample opportunity to start putting some of her flower and bow hairclips in his hair. He'd remove those later. When he had use of his hands again. And he thought North wouldn't notice.

Even in the early morning, Seven could feel the heat difference between Santalune and Snowbelle. It was so damn much hotter than he was used to.

The lab wasn't far away, but Seven wasn't the first one there, he noticed when he saw a guy that looked like he was fresh from a bike gang already in the lab after he used his foot to nudge the door open. [color= sienna]"Lookit his hair, Seven! It's so cool! Can I have hair like that?"[/color][color= sienna][/color] North said loudly before Seven had a chance to stop her, pointing one of her small hands at the dark-skinned biker looking man. His hair was so pretty, she wanted to be able to have hair like that.

[color= #e5e500]"U-Uhm, maybe when you're older, North,"[/color][color= #e5e500][/color] It was a pretty generic response, but it was enough to prompt the five year old to put her head on his shoulder to pout at him. He looked toward the man his sister had been yelling about and offered an apologetic smile, as he knelt down to finally put North on her own two feet and said, [color= #e5e500]"Sorry, sir, she's a bit excited."[/color][color= #e5e500][/color]

Seven

North

Carrying

North is being piggy-backed but she's not an item​

mentions

Orikanyo

Pokemon

Does North count as a Pokemon​

 

[Entarriance]

Aaron
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Professor Sterling
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Action

"Perhaps if we..."

It's typically those words alone that cause a mass of panic to those around her. While the lab wasn't far away, it was the interest of a Vivillion that occupied her interests, immediately setting her off course. Huddled behind a bush, a handful of Powder in her hands, she sprinkled it over a berry, inquisitively taking a few steps back as she patted her gloves together. Digging around her pockets, Aaron brought out a simple match, sparkling it on the bottom of her boot. Throwing it over the Powdered Occa berry, what followed was a somewhat shock absorbed, but prominently loud explosion. Having braced herself before the sudden explosion, she felt heat sear against her skin, as well as being pushed back from the shock wave.

"... astonishing! I must take note of this! Would a more influential spark initiate a linear pattern, or is it a set?!"

Certainly drawing the attention of the other more, normal citizens of Santalune, her realization suddenly came forth of her original intentions. Leaving the black wreckage of the attempted explosion and near-arson that absorbed her interest, she cheerfully set off towards the lab. The excitement that enthralled her was of the strange, Pokemon-like species that had charmed the recent media. Do they have the same aspects of Pokemon? How much "Pokemon" are they? What was stopping them from creating an anarchal or dictatorial rule with their sudden superiority to humans? Would racism suddenly ensue? Do they live the same life span as humans? There were various things that raced through her mind, furthering her pace to the lab. The air in Santalune felt much cooler than the Cinnabar Island where she had conducted her studies, but the forest humidity was certainly a change of environment.

It appears that she wasn't the first person to arrive. Unsure if the other professors in the lab were to recognize her from her certainly, infamous notations of study, three other individuals near her age (aside from the child) lingered around the lab as well. The first seemed to be a very tan individual, colourful hair styled into a mohawk and an open coat. It was hard to judge his character without seeing his face, though she could assume that he could be from a summer-struck region, such as Alola? Or perhaps he was from a club of bikers, occupying most of his time outside. A gang without an underground base, perhaps? The second individual she noticed was a tall, pale, blonde who she fortunately caught a side profile of. The man had an ever so slight slouch, the early morning surely too early for him, and while there was a distinct lack of eye bags, there was a slight droop to his upper eyelids and a crease between both eyebrows, evident of some sort of external exhaustion. Was he a father? At this age? Or perhaps a stressed student not ready for the adventure that was to ensue? Maybe he arrived on accident? Aaron watched the short conclusion to an interaction, the younger female with choppy, tied hair she could also assume was related to the blonde, or perhaps something more distant? Maybe a relative of a friend?

Though now certainly wasn't the time to be logical- there were hybrids that were to suddenly arrive! Was this the party? Surely there will be more people, but it was her moral duty to figure out the anatomical make up and the science of these 'gijinkas' that have arrived!!

Taking short strides to the tall, blonde male that stood closest to the doorway, Aaron's gloved hands would grab onto his shirt, pulling him down to where Aaron could grab his face, leaning in uncomfortable close with a semblance of almost childish excitement.

"Hmm, nothing seems different. Pale skin... slight callousness, though it isn't naturally, it's derived from external sources. Did you use Take Down? Perhaps an Ice type?"

Letting go of his face, Aaron took both of his arms, raising them over his head in hopes that he'd hold them there. Promptly following after, she grabbed onto the hem of his shirt, attempting to pull it over his head.

"Don't squirm, be assured! I'm a Professor - somewhat-, this is for scientific study!! I don't think I've encountered any Pokemon similar to you, have I? Ampharos, maybe? Perhaps the gem is embedded in your skin somewhere, I don't see signs of a tail... unless you are a Zoroark! Using some form of illusory magic! Ahahaha!! My perceptiveness has never let me down!"

Aaron Notes

Seven Lawless:

• A cutie!
• Marked with lots of bandages; accident prone? Get into a fight?
• Pale- not native to the area?
• Slight slouch, slightly drooped upper eyelids - constantly tired? Exhausted? Low HP? Not a fan of mornings?
• Relation to younger child > distant relative or a relative of a close friend?
• Ice type pokemon?? Electric or Ground with a lot of recoil moves??

Aisi Kamaki:

• Not really a cutie but more on the hottie side of things? Maybe literally?
• Can't determine much from back.
• Tanned skin, glasses (sunglasses?)> not native here either? Alola?
• Jacket - used to hotter conditions or fashion statement.
• Despite punk look, no earrings? Personal belief preference? Just wimpy?
• Hair?? Undeclared typing??
• Variation of Pangoro??

Pokemon

Seven's my partner now I want whatever this Pokemon is

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[theunderwolf]

Jackie Fly​

Two weeks. Two weeks. No one had said it'd be two weeks of being alone in a big city. Jackie hadn't even been out of her cave this long before and had absolutely no idea what to do with herself. the plane ride had been amazing of course, she'd always wanted to evolve and fly and the artificial bird was the next best thing. She just hoped no one minded the fact that she screamed in fear when they took off, shook whenever the plane hit turbulence and stared out her window giggling enchantingly otherwise. So she explored, as well as she could. The first thing she learned was that the paved streets and walkways were annoying to dig through. While the locals didn't seem to mind if she burrowed (Being used to picking up after Pokemon battles) The streets were tough to go through, so she just had to walk everywhere. On her two feet. It had been great fun at first, being able to go anywhere she wanted but after a full day of running around the streets and enjoying the sunlight she decided she'd prefer to fly or dig places and that walking was a great bore. But that all changed when she saw another girl with wheels on her shoes. Wheels. On her shoes. Managing to say a question (It was the first time she'd initiated conversation with human). She learned they were called roller skates and immediately used her pokedollars allowance to buy some. And after near two weeks of practice she was getting real good at it.
So when the day came, she strapped on her skates and got going. The journey was short, she had explored the entire town several times over so she knew exactly where it was, but skating was fun so she did several laps around it. But the laps gave her time to worry. She saw the best dressed person enter. Then a punk who looked scary-cool. Then a boy and a small human child! Such cool people! And she'd be joining them! Oh no! She was nowhere near cool enough to be with those people. She needed to hide. So in true trapinch fashion, she found an empty spot in the labs yard and began to dig a hole to hide in.
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Sam McAlister​

It was the big day and Sam had absolutely no idea what to wear. The sun was out and the birds were singing when they woke up, and the breeze was just right for a long haired day but after going through their long regime of styling and straightening to give their long suffering locks just the right shape and bounce to move nicely in the wind, they realized that they had absolutely no idea what to wear. The best struggle to have of course, but still quite the struggle. On one hand, they were about to embark on a grand new adventure, so something sporty and functional would be apropos but they wanted to make the correct first impression so something more formal maybe? The struggle was real. Most would just compromise but dammit compromise was for the weak. And near an hour later, Sam decided they were weak. Thigh high boots for a start, no heels but they looked good and could walk them damn near near anywhere. They were followed by a skirt and a blouse, the combination of which made Sam feel rather professional. It was overall a bit of a girly outfit, but Sam had decided early on that they felt like a pretty lass that morning and knew they could work it. Of course by the time the outfit had been fully assembled they were over a hour late and still needed coffee.

As their coffee (Completely black espresso with more shots then necessary) arrived, they noticed a gentleman who was just rocking it. The Mohawk was just the start with him, he was absolutely rocking the punk look. The coat was of course the primo part of the outfit. Everything else was improvable but they thought that about everyone except themselves. All he really needed was some jewelry, he was super punk and macho but no piercings? Get them a man with some metal in him! Their attraction to him aside, they headed out into the world. They strutted their way to the lab, walking like they damned well owned the city. The lab was nice, but needed some frills. Inside was impressive but lab coats were not sheikh. They leaned back against a wall and watched, looking as cool as possible. They didn't even get excited when their new fave punk walked in or when they saw an adorable young child and her older brother enter and get harassed by a professor who needed to be completely overhauled. They just looked really cool.

 

[Orikanyo]

Aisi Kamaka


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Well this place got a lot more interesting.

Firstly, there was a kid who really liked his hair, which was cool as shit. It took a lot of his willpower to let out a smirk from just how cute she was. A little girl with hair like this? Big sis would love this little kid, she'd break out the dyes and shit to do her hair up right at this moment. "Heh, she could look good, but I don't recommend a mohawk. Your hair has to be your own expression, how you want it and not anybody else's choice. Something big sis taught me not to long ago." he remembered back then, when he was just a poor boring little scrub with no mohawk.

Those were bad days.

Course, they were also more simple, as his mohawk was a source of constant pain to actually keep nice looking.

Took him a damn while to find a reliable source of good dye in the city, didn't have his usual brand, some fancier shit, he just hoped it didn't mess it all up.

He was about to pull out his phone and show the kid big sis's, and some of his squad's dos when a doctor suddenly appeared and started playing with the kid's father's face, asking if he was an ice type or a ampharos or something. Honestly, that doctor guy is some fucking crazy. And smelled kinda like smoke.

As such, Aisi made the proper decision of leaving the father to their pain. Because he was sure as hell not going to deal with that person, hell no, he had enough crazy to deal with today with all these weird Kalosian folk. Is that how some of them introduce each other here? Pulling on each other's faces and calling them pokemon? He was having none of that shit.

Aisi turned himself around, after flashing a small picture of the face pulling with his phone, and turned to head back into the Lab. Though he did stop to take a look at somebody inside the place, well shit, cool as ice, just who was this chick(Girly outfit)? Looked like they had the whole damn city under their heel, and looked good while doing it. Though... they could do with something more.. interesting when it came to the hair... Regardless, he kept on walking, giving one of those small upward nods as if to say "I recognise your existence fellow human." He had to say, never really saw thigh high boots until he came to Kalos, gotta say, they really do look good.

Not that he'd wear them.

The punk took a moment to look away from the cool cat leaning against a wall and looked around the lab, spotting a man, a very handsome gentleman, smiling his way like a beacon of handsomeness on a stormy sea of bland lab...ness.... as if waiting for him to come up to the man and talk to him by pressing a button he somehow knew was labeled with a A.

Was he the guy he was supposed to talk to? He signed the letter Sycamore, apparently he knows Kukui? Wrote something else he didn't know what it meant, Bon voyage?

Was he supposed to bring something?

The hell does Bon Voyage mean!?

 

[Kazu]

Raymond Jenkins​

"I hate mornings," was the first thing to come out of Ray's mouth as he closed the hotel door behind him. Although he had gone to bed promptly at 10PM last night, he still felt as tired as if he had stayed up till 3AM. He honestly never understood how people could wake up so early and feel refreshed every morning.

The blond trudged down to the hotel entrance before pausing to check the time. About half-an-hour until he was to head over to the center. He had already eaten (although Ray wasn't completely sure if a unfinished peanut butter sandwich could really count as 'breakfast') and already changed. Did he want to just go over now? It wouldn't take much time to head on over and he didn't feel the need to check out the town again.

Santalune was an okay place. Humans were... well, undecided, for now (though mostly nosey idiots, in his opinion), but he didn't think if he had the choice that he would stick around. There were priorities in his to-do list, and one of those were to see what people he would be travelling with.

With a resigned sigh, he ran his hand through his hair and walked over to the center. Or, well near it. First, he wanted to see what people would be coming over.

Mainly humans, though fellow gijinkas weren't going to go unnoticed.
He stood nearby the building, and looked up at the sky though he always quickly glanced sideways when he caught a person walking close. "Wonder which starter I'll get," he mumbled to himself. Though his stature was (unfortunatley) short, he hoped he looked like a normal passerby minding their own business and not just some weirdo kid creepily staring at every person that came into the center.

Unfortunately, no one of interest came to him, and he finally just decided to go in.

Was he just to stand here and socialize while waiting for everybody to come or... what?