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Breaking Generations a.k.a. My Captain Can't Be This Powerful [Pokémon AU]

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Also if i am not making much sense, it is 1:12 a.m. on a workday, so i may not be the most coherent at the moment.

Thanks for understanding lol.

Any confusion will be clarified when i am fully awake, sober, conscious, etc.
 
wdango said:
I'll allow you to boost Threaded to medium-range for 15 Fate Points
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Alright, how do people feel about this? I think we need a Medium Range option, and 2/3 plans include shooting web at targets which I personally don't think is super effective at close range, since unless they were completely immobilized they could just cross into melee and beat Nini up.
 
Spector29 said:
Alright, how do people feel about this? I think we need a Medium Range option, and 2/3 plans include shooting web at targets which I personally don't think is super effective at close range, since unless they were completely immobilized they could just cross into melee and beat Nini up.
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Assume close range to be like 10 metres. Not like 2 metres.
 
Finally got around to make a plan.
These are Nini's capabilities:
wdango said:
Aya: I'm not completely sure what Nini can do, yet. As far as I know, it has a venomous and parasitic bite, and if given enough time, can spin sticky webs into nigh-invisible traps. I think it can also shoot its web a small distance and use it like a grappling hook? That's about all that I know for now.
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and my thoughts are found here

Oh, and:
ZioZio58 said:
I like the plan with facing Joshua, but how doe others feel about swapping out the banter from saying we want to face an equal to something more like "I would be willing to take your challenge, Joshua" or even something more combative like "If Joshua is intimidated to face Teacher, we'd be happy to accept his challenge."
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yeah, why not.

[x] Plan Surprise
-[X] Fight Joshua, but he can also use his weapons against Nini. [1 Fate Point]
--[x] Banter : "If Joshua is intimidated to face Teacher, we'd be happy to accept his challenge."
--[x] Strategy : Surprise the enemy and attack aggresively with venom bites. Don't let them focus enough for psychic attacks. If we manage to deal status effect poisoning, retreat and hide in the bushes, using our web as grapling hook. If Joshua tries to use his weapons against our pokemon, distract him with our Shurikens.
--[x] Thoughts : Joshua probalby does not expect my little spider to act aggressively. Time to show him how ninjas can bite.
 
Well, this vote more or less looks like I figured from a heavily write-in based combat vote, but I figure I might as well give a bit of an overview to see if any plan can get more than two votes, which is what Distraction and Suprise are currently tied at. I'm going to get bussy with christmas stuff in a bit, so this won't exactly be a very in depth analysis, but maybe it'll be better than nothing at least.

[] Skewfiend

A plan that aims to split the attention of Joshua's pokemon, without doing much to account for Joshua himself also being allowed to use his weapon.

[] Plan String shot

A plan centered around using our range and mobility advantage alongside the terrain, while also giving a couple other abilities a test. Primarily accounts for Joshua by using cover for Nini to avoid fire.

[] Spector29

The one plan voting for fighting our teacher. I could say more about it, but ultimately that is its most destinctive feature with how the vote's currently going.

[] Plan Distraction

Starts as plan string shot, but then jumps straight into refuge in audacity by attempting to wrestling Joshua himself into defeat using our stealth and superior physique. Reactions to going for the trainer are up in the air, so that could be anything from a scolding to getting points for asserting ourself.

[] Plan Surprise

A plan that's very agressive both in banter and in opening attack, which is somewhat of a gamble given that we're both significantly more fragile and the filter ability means our supereffective poison damage is likely going to be weakened.

This one does account for Joshua, but it does so by attacking him with an actual weapon, which is an escalation in terms of friendly fire from what I already called refuge in audacity, while doing less to secure our win. I'm not gonna lie, it might be a bit extreme.
 
[X] Plan Distraction

This quest's lore is so very interesting, excited to see more. Hyped to see some judo next chappy though :V.
 
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Alright. I have good news and bad news.


Always start with the bad news:

I'm retconning the 2 story updates since chargen, and gonna put them into Apocrypha.


And then the good news:

I'm gonna rewrite them, flesh out the characters a bit more, and do better as a writer and QM in general.
I'm also going to change the way Fate Points work, and gonna refund the 2 Fate Points that's spent so far.
 
wdango said:
Alright. I have good news and bad news.


Always start with the bad news:

I'm retconning the 2 story updates since chargen, and gonna put them into Apocrypha.


And then the good news:

I'm gonna rewrite them, flesh out the characters a bit more, and do better as a writer and QM in general.
I'm also going to change the way Fate Points work, and gonna refund the 2 Fate Points that's spent so far.
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I'd say that even if you want to do better, the first set of updates aren't bad enough to deserve being nuked from continuity. Although, it's still early enough that I suppose going through with it won't hurt if they currently aren't living up to your standards. I'm going to look forward to what's next either way.

Much more importantly and the actual reasoning I'm bothering with this comment: If we're retconning the chapters anyway, is there any point in petitioning to change Jojo's partner to an igglybuff? It's hardly a life and death matter, so feel free to just slap it down, but well, you're also the one that the reference into my head, so here we are now. :V
It also occured to me that both murkrow and spinarak having insomnia could lead to some interesting interactions with a sing specialist, so that's something.

(Part of me feels like I should also give mawile a shout out for having the chops to pull of both the cute and the intimidation act as matches a high speech character, but then going for an out of region pokemon would probably be a bit much and I am heavily biased towards pokemon that have interesting backsprites, given that's what you tend to look at for your own pokemon. So basically, instead of a request, just take this as an excuse for me to mention why the face on spinarak's abdomen is actually peak pokemon design.)
 
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1.1 - Who are you?
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    • You are Aya of the Koga Clan.

    Father has been the clan patriarch for the past 30 years. Even since your mother was still pregnant with your sister, he had already started leading the Koga Clan, and with it, the rest of the Fuchsia Stronghold.

    Well. Fuchsia City, now.

    The world has changed, and the people too have changed. Once reassured by the fortress's defences, they now grow restless by the reminder of the Wilderness and its dangers. The old walls still stand, as surely as history, but nobody mans the parapets (except perhaps a pair of patrolling scouts), and now the gates remain perpetually open. As a matter of fact, the city has begun to spill out beyond the old borders, and now sprawl in all directions outside of the walls. Except for the North, of course.

    Your elder sister, Anzu, has been groomed to be Father's heir since birth. (She was even named after Father, you know? Their names both share the same Amatsun Kanji.) And now that your sister approaches thirty years of age, you anticipate her to imminently inherit the city -- within the next year, if you have to be honest.

    After that, hard as it is to imagine, perhaps Father will retire...

    Meanwhile, you are nothing but a fresh graduate of the Academy, and just one amongst many. There are presently over 2,000 Trainers loyal to Fuchsia, the second largest stronghold between both continents, and the city commissions almost a hundred new Trainers every year.

    Despite your prestigious background, every single one of them is arguably as privileged as you are.

    Even more so, perhaps, all things considered.

    Father himself has always been a distant man towards both of his daughters, especially since your mother left for the Eastern Continent. Over the past few years, you remember him treating your sister as more like a disciple than a daughter, but even that is something that you covet.

    Especially... Especially today.




    To become a Pokémon Trainer is a maddening thing.

    It's not something you can grasp the depth of, if you aren't a Trainer yourself. Some people think it's the power, or the prestige, or the money, or... Whatever it is, they're wrong. What a lot of people don't realise is that Pokémon Trainers are fundamentally more than human.

    Unsurprisingly, a large part of it is the bond.

    A person is like a Pokémon, in that you are born with some of the eighteen Archetypes already engraved in your soul, except that this Affinity is latent. If you find a Pokéball containing a Pokémon that matches one of your Types, you can forge a bond with it, and then you become a Pokémon Trainer.

    Forging a bond with a Pokémon takes a little part of yourself, and puts it in the Pokémon. And then you also take a little bit of the Pokémon, and put it inside yourself. It makes the Pokémon a little bit more human, and it makes you a little bit more... monster.

    Being so closely connected to a being separate from yourself does things to you. You understand each other in a way deeper than words can, more than thoughts and telepathy can. You become each other's priority, an extension of each other's bodies. A threat to your Pokémon is a threat to yourself, in the same visceral way you flinch when you touch something hot, or how a peripheral stimulus forces you to blink on reflex.

    In a very real way, you become one entity.

    The Pokémon's lifespan is extended; instead of fading away within ten-odd years, it now lives as long as you do. But if you get injured, it also gets injured. If you die, it also dies. And vice versa.

    It's something heavy enough that few Trainers, no matter how powerful they become, ever forge more than just one or two bonds.

    And finally... The bond awakens one of your latent Affinities.

    You become fully attuned to one of the eighteen Archetypes, and it's a lens that colours every bit of how you see the world.

    If a very rare case, if you're lucky or unlucky enough, you might match with more than one of the Pokémon's Types. And then you awaken what's known as a Dual Affinity.

    And if you had known that the Pokéball you picked would awaken a Dual Affinity for you, would you still have chosen it?




    Over the decades, as the number of new Trainers increased, the graduation ceremony has become less elaborate, and increasingly straightforward. Nowadays, weeks before their actual graduation, cadets are scheduled to visit the Pokévault and select a suitable Pokéball.

    The woman who's in charge of the city's most valuable repository is, surprisingly, a middle-aged woman with deep wrinkles on the corners of her eyes. You've never seen her Pokémon, but you know her to be gentle in word and action. Her only duty seems to be guarding the Pokévault, as well as all of the treasures within it.

    "Take your time," the middle-aged matron tells you in amusement. Her arms are folded comfortably across her chest, but there is no impatience in her smile. "You only have one chance, after all."

    A tray of four identical Pokéballs is set in front of you on the glass counter, each one inset into a velvet cushion, and all laid out into a neat row. You've shortlisted these four Pokéballs out of the countless she's presented for you, and If you still don't like any of them, the matron will fetch even more for you, but what's the use? You have no idea how to tell any of them apart, beyond the simple binary check of whether or not it's a Pokémon you can bond with.

    "Ngghh." You groan in frustration. "If only there's a way to tell what's in the Pokéball before you open it."

    Her laughter is a brief but melodic tinkle that lightens the air. "It would definitely be a lot simpler if you could."

    "This is practically gacha," you complain. "How is anyone supposed to even choose? Madam Maria, does anyone ever... you know, regret their choice?"

    The matron's gaze softens, but she shakes her head. "It's not something you can control, so you shouldn't worry too much. The only thing we're checking for is that there's some resonance, to make sure that it matches your latent Type. There is no such thing as a useless Pokémon. Whatever it is, you'll learn how to put it to good use."

    In theory, you understand that, but... This feels so trivial and anticlimactic for what's likely the most important decision of your career.

    You pick up one of the Pokéballs, feeling the vague magnetism of the mana inside it as you roll it around on your palm, and then put it back down. You pick up the one next to it, and then swap it again for the next one, and then again for the last one on the row.

    "It's useless." They all feel the same to you.

    The matron shifts her weight, but says nothing. This is certainly a sight she's seen countless times every year. She's not impatient, just waiting.

    But you are.

    "This one," you finally say, picking up the third Pokéball purely on impulse. "Let's go with this one."

    The matron nods at you softly. "Okay, this one, then. You are sure?"

    "Yeah," you tell her, not really knowing your choice.

    "Don't worry. It'll be a good one."

    You smile weakly back at her as you hand her your chosen Pokéball, and she sets it aside for you. On the day of the ceremony, she will present it back to you, and you will live with whatever you had chosen today.




    In the blink of an eye, the day is upon you.

    The graduation ceremony is held outdoors on a grass field, simply in the event of something like an Onix, and is ironically a much more casual affair than the rest of your military education has been. Perhaps, you think, a symbol of the less formal command structure you will be held under, once you are officially commissioned Trainers.

    You and your peers are still in uniform and fully armed, but stand loosely in clusters, instead of at attention and in formation. It's a smaller batch, this year, and there are only around sixty of you. All familiar faces, all people you've talked to or trained with, at one point or another. A nervous energy is in the air, but there are few murmurs amongst the cadets.

    You surround a raised platform where Father stands next to Madam Maria, and flanking them are all of your academy instructors.

    "Joseph Francis Junior," Father announces softly, but everyone hears him.

    "Yes, sir!"

    While the young man marches onto the platform under everyone else's gazes, a careless voice drawls slowly from next to you.

    "You're nervous."

    Pablo is an interesting guy. Everyone has some sort of opinion on him; they're either his best friend, or they hate his guts, but everybody you've talked to seems to know who he is. Curiously enough, his biggest fans seem to be either the instructors, or the mundane staff. For some reason, nobody with any sort of authority seems to have him on their bad side.

    "Are you really ignoring me?"

    You try not to hiss back your response. "Shut up, Silver."

    He grins something that looks more like a smirk at the nickname. "Ooh, testy. That's no way to treat your best friend, you know?"

    "You're not my best friend." Even though he is.

    He snorts, and you dart a glare in his direction. "Please. Of course I am. I'm your only friend."

    That's not true. You know everybody in your cohort.

    "Classmates don't count, Aya."

    Tch. You roll your eyes. "Can you take this a bit more seriously, please? Father is presiding."

    "Chill. It's literally tradition to be casual at this thing. He's not gonna get angry, dude."

    "Yeah, casual. Not disres--"

    "--Koga Aya," Father's voice interrupts.

    Fuck. It's your turn already. "Yes, sir!"

    "Well, go on, then. No need to swear."

    Oh, that grin is infuriating. You cast him one last glare, and then get going.

    One foot in front of another, you march towards the platform. Some of your peers smile distractedly at you, while others simply look on impassively. A group here and there aren't paying attention, absorbed in their own conversation, or nervously drawn into their own thoughts. Much like you were.

    And then you're already at the platform.

    Come on, Aya. One foot, another.

    Madam Maria's gaze is encouraging, and so is Anzu's, and, you think, so is Father's.

    "I am Koga Aya," you start, then bite out the rest of the memorised speech every cadet is supposed to say.

    You're not sure whether you tripped over any over the words, but Father looks distantly satisfied by the time you're done, so you think you must have done well.

    Father says something, and then Madam Maria says something, and then a Pokéball is presented on a velvet cushion in front of you.

    "Good luck," your sister's voice tells you, and you nearly startle.

    You manage a nod at her, and then you grab the Pokéball.




    Who are you?

    Huh?

    Where are you?

    I can't see anything.

    Can you hear me?

    Who is that?

    ...I don't know.

    You don't know who you are?

    Nobody has chosen me. Nobody has given me a name.

    What are you?

    I am everything that fights against itself. I am parts that are greater than the whole. I am the pain and pleasure that intoxicates. I am adaptation and survival and specialisation. I am lonely and restless and calculated. Who are you?

    I... I'm a secondborn sister who covets the heiress's birthright. I'm a spare daughter who is useless to her Father.

    I see. You are me. You are me. You are me.

    You... really are, huh? I...

    Who am I?

    I...




    Purchasing Write-ins through Fate Point usage is currently unavailable.
    You currently have 25 Fate Points.
    Choose one:    ​

    [x] I choose you, Nini.
    [x] Write-in nickname for Spinarak.
    [x] Swap POV to Pablo. [10 Fate Points]
    [x] Swap POV to Joshua. [10 Fate Points]


     
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    • Gonna pause these here for a while to let people digest the changes, and get everyone's feedback.

    Character Sheet is on the front page. Threadmarks have been rearranged.

    Fate Points are restricted temporarily until I figure out what I can do with them that's not game-breaking.

    Questions and analyses are always welcome.
     
    [X] I choose you, Velvet

    Honestly, my one problem with the old name is that my brain wants to constantly auto-correct it to "Nin Nin" and it's distracting. Meanwhile, the naming process right now gives me Persona vibes, so I propose a name that's partly a reference to the velvet room and partially an allusion to spider silk.

    Anyway, by the looks of it, pokemon selcetion is already over, so I really don't see a reason to swap over to one of the boys that's worth ten points.
     
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