- Location
- California,USA
Yeah, they are someone's Stewardship Hero.
Pokemon Ranger: Crimson Dawn (No SV You are a Kanto Warlord)
- Thread starter Cyberphilosipher
- Start date
And it's probably only a matter of time till they fake their death to try and find their wayward son...
Ripe for many pretenders to show up to try and get some of that wealth/connections linked to their family name, alongside every faction being there either to support one of the pretenders, or to get in the good graces of whoever the successor winds up being.
Outside of the few knowledgeable enough to, like James, immediately suspect it's part of some crazy ploy.
Edit: If that holy matrimony plot happens, it kinda would likely spiral into becoming a major event involving most/all the major city-states due to how the alleged death would seem to offer opportunities.
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- Location
- California,USA
To be fair, James' Family is Rich and pretty High up on the Silph Co Ladder.
And by goodness are they rich.
So...now that that's been answered, who wants to know about Celedon city?
The place currently in effectively a civil war between a scientist coalition, the local departent store, and gym forces led by the boyfriend of the currently missing gym leader?
Wouldn't be surprised if it ends up becoming somewhat of a proxy war between certain bigger factions, should it not get resolved quickly.
- Location
- California,USA
Crimson: I'm sorry but I'm derailing your plans.
If you think Celedon City is going to remain a Proxy war, your wrong, no one has the resources to MAKE it a proxy war.
Technically Sabrina and Giovanni, but...
Sabrina isn't exactly one whom would do that kind of thing, and Giovanni is more likely to try and support Crimson given their history. So yeah, with only one side that has the resources and mindset to support a local faction, by default it kinda can't happen any time soon. 😅
Even before counting the fact the two might take a few turns to sort things out at home before making any serious moves.
- Location
- California,USA
Giovanni: Crimson my Boy...I'm here to help
Crimson *Being Doomguy with his friends against all Comers!* "No I'm good."
Well, I could see an ineresting dynamic between the two. What with Crimson's past as an agent, Gio's very good impression on him, the whole building inevitable clash between Crimson and Sabrina in the background, with the latter not yet being marked as untrustworthy( or more accurately, outright treasonous,) by Giovanny, and of course, the fact Team Rocket did abandon Celadon in the opening turn.(There WAS a major team rocket base under the game corner, which now, has been emptied out in the mad dash to consolidate in Viridian and Saffron.)
Crimson: "First and foremost, my duty is to the people of Celadon. With Erika missing and your group scrambling to more secure areas, someone had to make sure the people of Celadon could survive the chaos. A role I had to take on. I may have been a Rocket, but as the letter to all agents stated, those whom couldn't make it to Saffron or Viridian were to be considered no longer part of Team Rocket. You made your choice and I made mine, staying here to give the people of Celadon a chance in this new warlords era. My City comes before Team Rocket, and I won't pretend otherwise, not like Sabrina, whom will not settle for anything less than ruler of all Kanto."
(Incidentally, it will still serve to further obscure the fact Crimson actually graduated from Ranger School before joining Team Rocket, and thus was an infiltrator day 1.
)Negaverse:"Oh Hell. By pulling out of Celadon in the chaos, we made Crimson into an Independant Warlord didn't we..."
- Location
- California,USA
Well It was either gold two Major centers with a good grip, or hold 3 with a bad grip, Giovannis' No dummy he'd rather consolidate less with more. It gives him some, flexibility. And more power.
Also he got all he could out of it, so he's fine with cutting off the game Corner Base.
Giovanni: HE REMINDS ME OF ME!
Crimson: He still hasn't figured it out...was he that starved for competence?!
Negaplayer: WE NEEDED THOSE RESORCES YESTERDAY!
[x] Plan Novus
Platforms and Dreams
- Location
- California,USA
Platforms and Dreams
His Dreams were always diffrent, that was why they were Dreams.
Crimson Mura found himself standing at the edge of a vast, shadowy expanse, a realm known only as the Dive to the Heart. The darkness enveloped him, but it was not a void; instead, it seemed to pulse with a quiet, rhythmic energy. Here, he was not the heroic leader of a war-torn city but merely a soul, confronting the essence of who he was and those who had shaped his journey.
As Crimson took his first step, the darkness began to recede, revealing the first of several glowing platforms beneath his feet. Each one was a reflection of different aspects of his life.
The First Platform: The Slowpoke's Dream
The first platform emerged as a serene, stained-glass tableau featuring Slowpoke, who lay peacefully in the center of a tranquil pond. The water around it rippled gently, and small stars seemed to dance in the air, their soft glow casting a comforting light over the scene. Crimson approached slowly, feeling a deep sense of calm wash over him.
The platform spoke to him with a voice that seemed to resonate from the depths of his being:
"Peace comes in stillness. Trust comes in patience. What will you choose?"
Crimson watched as Slowpoke's tranquil presence reminded him of the quiet strength and loyalty that had been the bedrock of their bond. It was a grounding force amidst the chaos of his life, and the message reminded him of the importance of patience and trust.
The Second Platform: Evolution and Fire
Moving forward, the darkness shifted again, revealing a second platform vibrant with fiery hues. Here, Eevee, Vulpix, and Growlithe were depicted in an intricate, circular design. They played together, their tails entwined in a dance of flames and light. Vulpix's fiery glow and Growlithe's burning determination were tempered by Eevee's open gaze, reflecting a future full of potential and growth.
The platform's voice resonated with warmth and challenge:
"Fire is the spirit. Evolution is the soul. What will ignite within you?"
Crimson saw in this fiery tableau the passions and potentials that defined his Pokémon and his own journey. It was a reminder of the evolution and growth that came with the struggles and trials he faced.
The Third Platform: The Latias Guardian
The next platform appeared, bathed in a soft, soothing light. Latias hovered in the center, her wings spread wide in a protective gesture over a collection of Pokémon eggs. Her red and white form glowed with a serene light, while faint, ethereal images of Erika, his friends in Team Rocket, and the Pokémon Rangers rotated around her, like distant, guiding stars.
A gentle yet firm voice echoed:
"Love is your shield. Friendship is your strength. What will you protect?"
Latias's presence symbolized the delicate balance of Crimson's relationships. Her guardian-like role reflected the deep connection he had with Erika, his Pokémon, and the complex bonds he had with Team Rocket and the Pokémon Rangers. The platform emphasized the importance of protection and loyalty.
The Final Platform: The Ranger's Legacy
The final platform emerged in twilight, with glowing outlines of the Pokémon Rangers' emblem etched into the stained glass. Crimson saw himself standing at its center, surrounded by the shadows of his Ranger comrades, all saluting in readiness. The emblem of Team Rocket lingered on the edge, a reminder of the duality of his life and the conflicts he faced.
The voice grew stronger and more insistent:
Two paths. One journey. What will you honor?
The final platform was a poignant reflection of Crimson's dual existence. It illustrated his journey between two worlds: one of justice with the Rangers and one of complexity with Team Rocket. His past and present intertwined, and the choice lay before him—what path would he honor, and how would he define himself amidst the chaos?
Standing alone, yet surrounded by the symbols of his relationships and experiences, Crimson Mura felt the weight of his choices pressing upon him. The Dive to the Heart was not just a realm of reflection but a crucible for understanding what truly mattered. The final question lingered in the air, challenging him to decide what would shape his future and the fates of those he held dear.
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Awakened Sense: D100 + 19 => (98 + 19) = 117
Crimson's Eyes began to glow in the howling dark, and he could see... every fracture and fissure.
He was more now, wasn't he?
He was never meant for the simple things he desired...no matter how hard he tried.
Might as well get some good from it.
He woke up and smiled as King looked at him expectantly. "Crimson its time for food."
Wait...Did King just talk!?
Reward: Crimson has finally come to terms with his life and has unlocked "Aura Sense" allowing him to talk to his Pokemon.
He's as confused as everyone else now. +3 Occult.
AN: With the Help of Kingdom Hearts, some AI Chat's giving a shit ton of Edits and me wanting to give a hint.
Crimson's been very busy with his meditation.
Been meaning to hammer up an Omake about this for a bit.
Also I hope you'll enjoy some extra easter egg characters you can recruit, because well, Kanto needs them.
And I like making them.
His Dreams were always diffrent, that was why they were Dreams.
Crimson Mura found himself standing at the edge of a vast, shadowy expanse, a realm known only as the Dive to the Heart. The darkness enveloped him, but it was not a void; instead, it seemed to pulse with a quiet, rhythmic energy. Here, he was not the heroic leader of a war-torn city but merely a soul, confronting the essence of who he was and those who had shaped his journey.
As Crimson took his first step, the darkness began to recede, revealing the first of several glowing platforms beneath his feet. Each one was a reflection of different aspects of his life.
The First Platform: The Slowpoke's Dream
The first platform emerged as a serene, stained-glass tableau featuring Slowpoke, who lay peacefully in the center of a tranquil pond. The water around it rippled gently, and small stars seemed to dance in the air, their soft glow casting a comforting light over the scene. Crimson approached slowly, feeling a deep sense of calm wash over him.
The platform spoke to him with a voice that seemed to resonate from the depths of his being:
"Peace comes in stillness. Trust comes in patience. What will you choose?"
Crimson watched as Slowpoke's tranquil presence reminded him of the quiet strength and loyalty that had been the bedrock of their bond. It was a grounding force amidst the chaos of his life, and the message reminded him of the importance of patience and trust.
The Second Platform: Evolution and Fire
Moving forward, the darkness shifted again, revealing a second platform vibrant with fiery hues. Here, Eevee, Vulpix, and Growlithe were depicted in an intricate, circular design. They played together, their tails entwined in a dance of flames and light. Vulpix's fiery glow and Growlithe's burning determination were tempered by Eevee's open gaze, reflecting a future full of potential and growth.
The platform's voice resonated with warmth and challenge:
"Fire is the spirit. Evolution is the soul. What will ignite within you?"
Crimson saw in this fiery tableau the passions and potentials that defined his Pokémon and his own journey. It was a reminder of the evolution and growth that came with the struggles and trials he faced.
The Third Platform: The Latias Guardian
The next platform appeared, bathed in a soft, soothing light. Latias hovered in the center, her wings spread wide in a protective gesture over a collection of Pokémon eggs. Her red and white form glowed with a serene light, while faint, ethereal images of Erika, his friends in Team Rocket, and the Pokémon Rangers rotated around her, like distant, guiding stars.
A gentle yet firm voice echoed:
"Love is your shield. Friendship is your strength. What will you protect?"
Latias's presence symbolized the delicate balance of Crimson's relationships. Her guardian-like role reflected the deep connection he had with Erika, his Pokémon, and the complex bonds he had with Team Rocket and the Pokémon Rangers. The platform emphasized the importance of protection and loyalty.
The Final Platform: The Ranger's Legacy
The final platform emerged in twilight, with glowing outlines of the Pokémon Rangers' emblem etched into the stained glass. Crimson saw himself standing at its center, surrounded by the shadows of his Ranger comrades, all saluting in readiness. The emblem of Team Rocket lingered on the edge, a reminder of the duality of his life and the conflicts he faced.
The voice grew stronger and more insistent:
Two paths. One journey. What will you honor?
The final platform was a poignant reflection of Crimson's dual existence. It illustrated his journey between two worlds: one of justice with the Rangers and one of complexity with Team Rocket. His past and present intertwined, and the choice lay before him—what path would he honor, and how would he define himself amidst the chaos?
Standing alone, yet surrounded by the symbols of his relationships and experiences, Crimson Mura felt the weight of his choices pressing upon him. The Dive to the Heart was not just a realm of reflection but a crucible for understanding what truly mattered. The final question lingered in the air, challenging him to decide what would shape his future and the fates of those he held dear.
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Awakened Sense: D100 + 19 => (98 + 19) = 117
Crimson's Eyes began to glow in the howling dark, and he could see... every fracture and fissure.
He was more now, wasn't he?
He was never meant for the simple things he desired...no matter how hard he tried.
Might as well get some good from it.
He woke up and smiled as King looked at him expectantly. "Crimson its time for food."
Wait...Did King just talk!?
Reward: Crimson has finally come to terms with his life and has unlocked "Aura Sense" allowing him to talk to his Pokemon.
He's as confused as everyone else now. +3 Occult.
AN: With the Help of Kingdom Hearts, some AI Chat's giving a shit ton of Edits and me wanting to give a hint.
Crimson's been very busy with his meditation.
Been meaning to hammer up an Omake about this for a bit.
Also I hope you'll enjoy some extra easter egg characters you can recruit, because well, Kanto needs them.
And I like making them.
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- Three feet to the left
- Pronouns
- He/They
[x] Plan Novus
- Location
- California,USA
We have a tie can someone break it please.
[X] Plan: Checking Our Rear
Going with this, because it kinda makes sense to reach out to Blaine at a more personal/political level at the same time we reopen research correspondence.
Going with this, because it kinda makes sense to reach out to Blaine at a more personal/political level at the same time we reopen research correspondence.
- Location
- California,USA
Thank you. Calling the vote.
[X] Plan: Checking Our Rear wins.
[X] Plan: Checking Our Rear wins.
Turn 2 Results
- Location
- California,USA
Turn 2 Results
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[]Organize the Town Council: You know well that being on the Town Council was only a formality once, now they needed to organize themselves into something resembling a competent structure. Cost: 0 DC:60 Reward: Unlocks the ability to form a council. Rolled: D100 => 95+20+42=157
It took what felt like an eternity to get the bureaucracy of Pallet Town sorted out. The sheer volume of paperwork, stacked high in overstuffed filing cabinets, was overwhelming. Every permit, every form, and every forgotten ledger from the past few years had to be meticulously combed through. There were moments when it seemed as if the town's administration had fallen into complete disarray.
The town hall itself, which had long been neglected, was another project entirely. The once-faded façade now gleamed with a fresh coat of paint, a stark white that stood proudly against the blue sky. The windows, previously dulled by years of grime, were scrubbed clean, letting in beams of sunlight that hadn't touched the council chamber in years.
But finally, after all the sorting, scrubbing, and renovating, it felt like the foundation was ready. The Council could be set up, and Pallet Town, small but spirited, was poised to be run properly once again. The people could take pride in their town's new beginning, and with the Council established, there was finally a sense of order—of things moving forward.
All that was left was to bring the people together, to remind them of what Pallet Town had been and what it could become once more. It was more than just paint and paperwork; it was the heart of the community, ready to beat again.
And you did so well, you're going to assign the first council member now while the Iron is hot.
(Continued in: Council Choosing)
[]Outreach and you (Cinnabar Island): You told Blaine long ago that you'd only call him in an emergency or to tell him about a breakthrough, this qualifies as an emergency. Cost: 0 DC: 50/60/70/100 Reward: You meet Blaine, and talk about life and the situation. Rolled: D100 => 57+20=77
You hopped off your Pidgeotto, feeling the rush of wind as its wings beat the air behind you, and smiled warmly. "Blaine," you called out, extending a hand as you approached the older man, "it's good to see you again, especially in such good health given the circumstances."
Blaine, leaning on his signature cane, gave you a wiry smile, his eyes gleaming with that familiar fire. "As are you, Samuel," he said, flipping the cane in his hand with a practiced motion. "Arceus, it's been years since we've been in the same room. Time hasn't exactly been kind to either of us, has it?"
You nodded, your expression briefly flickering with regret. "Yes, I wish we could have met under better circumstances, before everything started going wrong."
Blaine chuckled, glancing over the distant horizon where the volcano, ever looming, puffed a thin trail of smoke into the sky. "Nice little slice of paradise we've got here," he said dryly. "The volcano's giving us a bit of trouble again, but we've planned for it. Always something keeping me busy."
You couldn't help but laugh with him, despite the underlying tension in the air. "Well, let's hope it stays that way," you said, clapping him on the shoulder.
Blaine's smile lingered for a moment before fading slightly, his gaze hardening as he looked past you. "We're managing, Samuel. But the world's changing faster than we can keep up. Trouble always finds its way back to our doorstep, even in paradise."
You both stood there in the quiet, the weight of years and battles fought side by side hanging in the air. You shared a look—one of mutual respect and understanding. "Then we'll handle it, just like we always have," you said confidently.
Blaine grinned, the fire returning to his eyes. "Damn right, we will."
Reward: Cinnabar Island has been contacted, and New Actions are available.
[]Rebuilding the Pallet Walls: The Pallet Walls were once old fortifications against Pokemon, now they have fallen to disrepair. Now we must fix them. Cost: 50 DC: 45/65/95 Reward: You fix the Walls Rolled: D100 => 96+20=116
It took less than a day to rebuild the Pallet Town walls, a feat that surprised everyone given the extent of the damage. The barricades, once crumbling and marred by the signs of decay that had long plagued the town before the Crisis, now stood tall and gleaming, a testament to the resilience of the people and Pokémon who called this place home.
Gone were the cracks and weathered patches, the holes punched through by time and neglect. In their place, freshly laid stones and reinforced timber gleamed in the sunlight, reflecting the hope and determination that had fueled the reconstruction effort. Pallet Town, a place that had once seemed vulnerable to the chaos of the outside world, now felt strong again—protected.
The ranch hands had done their job with remarkable speed and precision, working alongside the Pokémon to clear the fields, dig new trenches, and fill in the holes that had once marred the town's defenses. Tauros pulled heavy plows through the earth, while Machamp hauled beams of timber with effortless strength. Even the smaller Pokémon—like the Diglett—had a role to play, helping to carve out the trenches that would serve as an additional line of defense.
"Solid work," someone said, admiring the finished result as they dusted their hands off, watching the last of the team finish up.
The Pokémon, too, seemed proud of their work, their tired eyes reflecting a sense of satisfaction. Pallet Town was more than just a place—it was a community. And in that moment, the town felt like it had been reborn.
Reward: The Wall has been rebuilt, better then ever, it now provides a +30 to defenders rolls.
[]Spend time with the Ranch Hands: The Hands are honest folk, they need more guidance or just a decent time to listen. Cost:0 DC:10 Reward: You spend time with the Hands. Rolled: D100 => 71+20=91
(Oak POV)
Ahh, the Flophouse—where the Ranch Hands lived—had grown into a full-fledged settlement of its own. What started as a simple dwelling for workers had evolved into something more, a bustling mini-community right on the edge of Pallet Town.
With nearly 60 hands coming and going, the place had it all: a small tavern where you could hear the latest gossip over a pint, a makeshift PokéMart that, surprisingly, was actually connected to the one in Viridian City. They even had a racing track where the more competitive types would pit their Pokémon against one another in friendly sprints, along with various other mini-games and distractions. The once-simple quarters had turned into an entertainment hub—completely unplanned, of course.
You walked in and raised an eyebrow, taking in the scene of lively chatter and laughter.
"What in blazes are you all doing?" you asked, trying to maintain some semblance of authority, though the corners of your mouth betrayed a hint of amusement.
One of the hands, a burly fellow leaning against the makeshift bar, smiled at you with a calm shrug. "We made ourselves at home, sir."
You blinked, looking around at the lively activity. "Why can't you do any of this in town?"
"Don't have the permits," the hand said matter-of-factly. "So... we're keeping this around the Ranch until it's okay."
"Permits?" you repeated, shaking your head. "How long have you been planning this?"
"Months, sir," the hand replied, not missing a beat. "But come on, Professor. Put your feet up, relax a bit. Let us show you around, and maybe say thanks for all the good work you've let us do here."
You couldn't help but laugh, shaking your head in disbelief. "Months, huh? Well, I suppose if I let this go on any longer, I'm gonna need to find the ring leaders and offer one of them a proper job for this."
The hand grinned as you followed him deeper into the little settlement, already making a mental note to have a word with the town council about their so-called 'permits.'
(Continued in Many Hands of the Ranch)
[]What Storm Approaches (Route 21): The Route may be in an ocean, but it still had places to hide. Cost: 100 DC:??? Reward: You find out whats going on with Route 21 Rolled: D100 => 18+20=38
"Well, it appears the seas are no longer as calm as they once were," someone remarked grimly, staring at the map of the Kanto region sprawled across the table.
Out on the ocean, the once-peaceful waters had taken on a new menace. One of the Route's ocean stations, originally set up to monitor Pokémon migrations, had now fallen to a more sinister purpose.
Captain Laya, formerly of the now-disbanded Kanto National Guard, had made that station her stronghold. From there, she waged war on the countryside, raiding coastal towns and pillaging trade routes. Armed with an arsenal of weapons and a cadre of powerful water-type Pokémon, she had turned the ocean into her personal battlefield.
Her followers were a ragtag mix of lost souls—swimmers stranded too far from home, fishermen whose livelihoods had been stolen by the shifting tides, and former soldiers loyal only to her. They patrolled the waters between Cinnabar Island and Pallet Town, ruling the waves with an iron fist.
The thought of it made you grimace. "Oh, this is going to be a headache and a half," you muttered, realizing the magnitude of the problem.
Captain Laya wasn't just another rogue trainer causing trouble. With the firepower of a former National Guard unit and the strategic advantage of controlling key waterways, she had become a full-blown pirate queen. Her forces weren't just harassing fishermen—they were cutting off vital supply lines, disrupting communication, and throwing the already fragile region into deeper chaos.
The route between Cinnabar and Pallet was essential for trade and movement, and Laya knew it. Her soldiers ruled the waves with a terrifying efficiency, and her water-type Pokémon made her all but untouchable on the open sea.
The question now wasn't just how to stop her, but how to do so without sending the entire coastal region spiraling further into disaster.
Reward: Intelligence on Route 21 and the Pirate that rules it.
[]Devion Corp Running Shoes: The Devion Corp Running Shoes are cutting-edge footwear designed for trainers on the move. Crafted with lightweight, breathable materials, these shoes feature a reinforced sole that adapts to any terrain, whether you're sprinting through grassy fields or trekking up rocky mountains. Cost: 500 DC:600 Progress, Reward: You create The Running Shoes. Rolled: D100 => 76+40+31=147
Complications?
10 => 2 (None)
(Bill POV)
"I'm a GENIUS!" you shouted, grinning from ear to ear as the final piece clicked into place. The pump system you'd been working on for days was now able to channel greater bursts of speed than anything previously conceived. This was revolutionary—trainers would be flying across the fields in no time, their Pokémon barely able to keep pace. It was going to change everything.
But, as with most great inventions, there was still a small, nagging issue.
POP!
The air compressor in the prototype shoe exploded with a loud bang, and before you could even register what happened, the shoe rocketed off, spinning wildly through the air like an angry, airborne Torchic. It slammed into the wall with a *thunk*, leaving a dent that was, well, not insignificant.
You blinked, slowly turning back to the now-shredded remains of your project on the table. Bits of rubber and metal components lay scattered across your workspace, the faint hiss of air still escaping from somewhere.
You exhaled, pinching the bridge of your nose. "Well... at least we got the basics down," you muttered to yourself, trying to stay optimistic.
The lab was quiet for a moment, save for the gentle hum of nearby machines and the occasional drip from a leaky pipe in the corner. You stared at the ruined compressor, a half-smile creeping onto your face despite everything.
"PROGRESS!" you declared triumphantly as if the explosion had been entirely intentional.
After all, the world wasn't built in a day, and neither were shoes capable of transforming a trainer into a lightning bolt on legs.
Reward: +147 Progress out of 600, Action locked in until completion!
[]Reopen your Correspondance (Blaine): It's been a long time since you sent him a letter, so…might as well. Cost:0 DC:40/60 Reward: You send Blaine a Letter on data.Rolled: D100 => 100+30=130
"Dearest Oak,
I'm afraid that your theories on Mew's DNA being inert were sadly…incorrect."
Oak's heart sank as his eyes skimmed over the letter. His hand trembled with rage as he threw it aside, his fist slamming down onto the counter with a resounding thud. The echoes reverberated through his lab, stirring up memories of warnings long ignored.
"Those damned fools!" he seethed. "I warned them what would happen if they played Arceus like this!"
The name that haunted his thoughts now was Project Mewtwo. A nightmare born in the final dark days of the war, whispered in the corridors of power as the ultimate weapon—the dream of madmen and warmongers alike. They believed they could control it, harness it. But now, it seemed, their hubris had borne fruit.
"They don't know anything," Oak muttered to himself, pacing in frustration. "The DNA isn't only usable... it's viable."
He groaned, his eyes darting toward the clock on the wall. How long had it been since he first warned them? Since his cautions were dismissed as the ramblings of a man who had "lost sight of the future"? With a deep breath, he snatched up the phone and dialed. His fingers shook slightly, and he clenched his jaw to steady himself.
"Blaine," Oak's voice was low, tense, "How long has the project been going on?"
There was a pause on the other end, followed by a grunt of resignation. "The project began six years ago," Blaine answered, his voice weary. "A large donation from a wealthy backer kick-started it—asked us to look into Pokémon DNA, claiming it was for the sake of explaining how Pokémon shared a common ancestor."
Oak clenched his fist around the phone. He already had an inkling who this "wealthy backer" was, though he wished he didn't. The same man with his insidious hand in every shadowed corner of Kanto, pulling strings and pushing science into the realms of madness.
"We explained it years ago," Oak growled, his frustration spilling out. "We already answered those questions. And yet they keep playing with fire. Soon we'll all see the consequences of their hubris."
There was another pause, then Blaine's voice came back, a deep weariness tinged with something close to fear. "Oak, we can't stop it now. The Elder tried—twice. All he did was delay the project once and... help it the other time."
Oak's stomach turned. The Elder, always at the center of these tangled webs, caught between delaying disasters and unwittingly pushing them forward. Oak felt his breath quicken.
"Blaine," Oak's voice dropped to a near-whisper, filled with the weight of his realization, "What have you done?"
"Listen to me, Samuel," Blaine's voice was firm, but there was a tremor beneath his words. "We're touching the blade without a hilt. There's no way to stop it now. The consequences of not finishing this project may be even worse than letting it exist."
Oak stared blankly ahead. He knew the truth of it, though it sickened him. He had spent his life studying Pokémon, but never like this. Never as weapons.
"Then Arceus help us all," Oak muttered. "Because there's no turning back now."
Reward: Project Mewtwo is online and in Phase II, we can't stop it…we never could.
Oak has a new Mission Unlocked in ??? Turns.
New Actions Available in ??? Turns.
[]Read the Children's stories: Well it's time to see what has been written. Cost: 0 DC:0 Reward: Read a story to the children…and Pokemon. Rolled: D100 => 59+20=79
"Ahh, it is time for story time with the children," you muttered to yourself, the warm glow of the late afternoon sun filtering through the windows as you made your way toward the library. The soft patter of small feet followed behind you, eager little voices chattering away as they trailed you down the hallway. You smiled to yourself, remembering how storytime had always been a cherished ritual—a brief moment where the troubles of the world were set aside for tales of wonder and imagination.
Reaching the library, you scanned the shelves. The kids didn't need anything too complex tonight, nothing too long either. Something simple, yet charming. Ah—your fingers traced over the spines until they found it. A well-worn book, its cover faded with age but still carrying that familiar warmth.
"The Slowpoke and Oranberry Pie."
You pulled it down and turned, holding the book aloft for the children to see. Their eyes widened with excitement, and a chorus of cheerful giggles filled the room.
"Gather 'round, gather 'round," you called, settling into the large, comfortable armchair by the fire. The kids scrambled to sit at your feet, wide-eyed and expectant.
"This is an old story, one I used to read when I was your age," you began, your voice dropping into the soft cadence of a storyteller. "A tale of a very slow Pokémon who had the grand ambition of making the most delicious Oranberry pie in the world."
As you flipped open the pages, you began to read, describing the Slowpoke's gentle and deliberate nature, the way it took its time to pick the ripest berries, never rushing, always patient. The children leaned in, enchanted by the thought of the Slowpoke slowly waddling through the forest, basket in hand, its big, dreamy eyes set on a goal that seemed impossibly far off.
"And then," you continued, your voice rising just slightly to build the excitement, "after what felt like *days* of slow gathering, our dear friend Slowpoke finally had enough berries. But there was one small problem..." You paused for effect, watching the children's faces. "Slowpoke... didn't know how to make a pie."
Gasps filled the room, and you chuckled softly before continuing.
"So, Slowpoke asked for help! From the Bellsprout who could chop up ingredients with its sharp leaves, from the Charmander who could bake the pie with its tail flame, and even from a passing Jigglypuff who provided a sweet tune while they worked together. And slowly, ever so slowly... the pie came to be."
The children sat in rapt attention as you described the teamwork of Pokémon, working together despite their differences. You smiled warmly, feeling the nostalgia of the tale wash over you.
"And finally, after what seemed like an eternity of waiting, the pie was done. Slowpoke took a deep breath, and the aroma of the Oranberries filled the forest. It was... perfect."
You closed the book softly, leaning back in your chair. The room was quiet, the children still lost in the magic of the story. You waited a moment, letting them soak in the lesson.
"And what do we learn from Slowpoke's story?" you asked, your voice gentle.
"That sometimes... slow is good?" one of the children ventured, her small voice thoughtful.
You nodded. "Exactly. Patience, my dears, patience and teamwork can create something truly wonderful. Even if it takes time."
Reward: The Strongest Warriors are Patience and Time…
The Children are inspired to be methodical and deliberate.
A Reward will be given in two turns.
Disaster Roll: D100 => 73
It appears all is not well in the North.
Flay and his horde of Birds raided Viridian Cities Markets for cash and supplies.
All is not going well.
Reward: Your Foe is Gearing up for something.
AN: Enjoy and have fun.
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[]Organize the Town Council: You know well that being on the Town Council was only a formality once, now they needed to organize themselves into something resembling a competent structure. Cost: 0 DC:60 Reward: Unlocks the ability to form a council. Rolled: D100 => 95+20+42=157
It took what felt like an eternity to get the bureaucracy of Pallet Town sorted out. The sheer volume of paperwork, stacked high in overstuffed filing cabinets, was overwhelming. Every permit, every form, and every forgotten ledger from the past few years had to be meticulously combed through. There were moments when it seemed as if the town's administration had fallen into complete disarray.
The town hall itself, which had long been neglected, was another project entirely. The once-faded façade now gleamed with a fresh coat of paint, a stark white that stood proudly against the blue sky. The windows, previously dulled by years of grime, were scrubbed clean, letting in beams of sunlight that hadn't touched the council chamber in years.
But finally, after all the sorting, scrubbing, and renovating, it felt like the foundation was ready. The Council could be set up, and Pallet Town, small but spirited, was poised to be run properly once again. The people could take pride in their town's new beginning, and with the Council established, there was finally a sense of order—of things moving forward.
All that was left was to bring the people together, to remind them of what Pallet Town had been and what it could become once more. It was more than just paint and paperwork; it was the heart of the community, ready to beat again.
And you did so well, you're going to assign the first council member now while the Iron is hot.
(Continued in: Council Choosing)
[]Outreach and you (Cinnabar Island): You told Blaine long ago that you'd only call him in an emergency or to tell him about a breakthrough, this qualifies as an emergency. Cost: 0 DC: 50/60/70/100 Reward: You meet Blaine, and talk about life and the situation. Rolled: D100 => 57+20=77
You hopped off your Pidgeotto, feeling the rush of wind as its wings beat the air behind you, and smiled warmly. "Blaine," you called out, extending a hand as you approached the older man, "it's good to see you again, especially in such good health given the circumstances."
Blaine, leaning on his signature cane, gave you a wiry smile, his eyes gleaming with that familiar fire. "As are you, Samuel," he said, flipping the cane in his hand with a practiced motion. "Arceus, it's been years since we've been in the same room. Time hasn't exactly been kind to either of us, has it?"
You nodded, your expression briefly flickering with regret. "Yes, I wish we could have met under better circumstances, before everything started going wrong."
Blaine chuckled, glancing over the distant horizon where the volcano, ever looming, puffed a thin trail of smoke into the sky. "Nice little slice of paradise we've got here," he said dryly. "The volcano's giving us a bit of trouble again, but we've planned for it. Always something keeping me busy."
You couldn't help but laugh with him, despite the underlying tension in the air. "Well, let's hope it stays that way," you said, clapping him on the shoulder.
Blaine's smile lingered for a moment before fading slightly, his gaze hardening as he looked past you. "We're managing, Samuel. But the world's changing faster than we can keep up. Trouble always finds its way back to our doorstep, even in paradise."
You both stood there in the quiet, the weight of years and battles fought side by side hanging in the air. You shared a look—one of mutual respect and understanding. "Then we'll handle it, just like we always have," you said confidently.
Blaine grinned, the fire returning to his eyes. "Damn right, we will."
Reward: Cinnabar Island has been contacted, and New Actions are available.
[]Rebuilding the Pallet Walls: The Pallet Walls were once old fortifications against Pokemon, now they have fallen to disrepair. Now we must fix them. Cost: 50 DC: 45/65/95 Reward: You fix the Walls Rolled: D100 => 96+20=116
It took less than a day to rebuild the Pallet Town walls, a feat that surprised everyone given the extent of the damage. The barricades, once crumbling and marred by the signs of decay that had long plagued the town before the Crisis, now stood tall and gleaming, a testament to the resilience of the people and Pokémon who called this place home.
Gone were the cracks and weathered patches, the holes punched through by time and neglect. In their place, freshly laid stones and reinforced timber gleamed in the sunlight, reflecting the hope and determination that had fueled the reconstruction effort. Pallet Town, a place that had once seemed vulnerable to the chaos of the outside world, now felt strong again—protected.
The ranch hands had done their job with remarkable speed and precision, working alongside the Pokémon to clear the fields, dig new trenches, and fill in the holes that had once marred the town's defenses. Tauros pulled heavy plows through the earth, while Machamp hauled beams of timber with effortless strength. Even the smaller Pokémon—like the Diglett—had a role to play, helping to carve out the trenches that would serve as an additional line of defense.
"Solid work," someone said, admiring the finished result as they dusted their hands off, watching the last of the team finish up.
The Pokémon, too, seemed proud of their work, their tired eyes reflecting a sense of satisfaction. Pallet Town was more than just a place—it was a community. And in that moment, the town felt like it had been reborn.
Reward: The Wall has been rebuilt, better then ever, it now provides a +30 to defenders rolls.
[]Spend time with the Ranch Hands: The Hands are honest folk, they need more guidance or just a decent time to listen. Cost:0 DC:10 Reward: You spend time with the Hands. Rolled: D100 => 71+20=91
(Oak POV)
Ahh, the Flophouse—where the Ranch Hands lived—had grown into a full-fledged settlement of its own. What started as a simple dwelling for workers had evolved into something more, a bustling mini-community right on the edge of Pallet Town.
With nearly 60 hands coming and going, the place had it all: a small tavern where you could hear the latest gossip over a pint, a makeshift PokéMart that, surprisingly, was actually connected to the one in Viridian City. They even had a racing track where the more competitive types would pit their Pokémon against one another in friendly sprints, along with various other mini-games and distractions. The once-simple quarters had turned into an entertainment hub—completely unplanned, of course.
You walked in and raised an eyebrow, taking in the scene of lively chatter and laughter.
"What in blazes are you all doing?" you asked, trying to maintain some semblance of authority, though the corners of your mouth betrayed a hint of amusement.
One of the hands, a burly fellow leaning against the makeshift bar, smiled at you with a calm shrug. "We made ourselves at home, sir."
You blinked, looking around at the lively activity. "Why can't you do any of this in town?"
"Don't have the permits," the hand said matter-of-factly. "So... we're keeping this around the Ranch until it's okay."
"Permits?" you repeated, shaking your head. "How long have you been planning this?"
"Months, sir," the hand replied, not missing a beat. "But come on, Professor. Put your feet up, relax a bit. Let us show you around, and maybe say thanks for all the good work you've let us do here."
You couldn't help but laugh, shaking your head in disbelief. "Months, huh? Well, I suppose if I let this go on any longer, I'm gonna need to find the ring leaders and offer one of them a proper job for this."
The hand grinned as you followed him deeper into the little settlement, already making a mental note to have a word with the town council about their so-called 'permits.'
(Continued in Many Hands of the Ranch)
[]What Storm Approaches (Route 21): The Route may be in an ocean, but it still had places to hide. Cost: 100 DC:??? Reward: You find out whats going on with Route 21 Rolled: D100 => 18+20=38
"Well, it appears the seas are no longer as calm as they once were," someone remarked grimly, staring at the map of the Kanto region sprawled across the table.
Out on the ocean, the once-peaceful waters had taken on a new menace. One of the Route's ocean stations, originally set up to monitor Pokémon migrations, had now fallen to a more sinister purpose.
Captain Laya, formerly of the now-disbanded Kanto National Guard, had made that station her stronghold. From there, she waged war on the countryside, raiding coastal towns and pillaging trade routes. Armed with an arsenal of weapons and a cadre of powerful water-type Pokémon, she had turned the ocean into her personal battlefield.
Her followers were a ragtag mix of lost souls—swimmers stranded too far from home, fishermen whose livelihoods had been stolen by the shifting tides, and former soldiers loyal only to her. They patrolled the waters between Cinnabar Island and Pallet Town, ruling the waves with an iron fist.
The thought of it made you grimace. "Oh, this is going to be a headache and a half," you muttered, realizing the magnitude of the problem.
Captain Laya wasn't just another rogue trainer causing trouble. With the firepower of a former National Guard unit and the strategic advantage of controlling key waterways, she had become a full-blown pirate queen. Her forces weren't just harassing fishermen—they were cutting off vital supply lines, disrupting communication, and throwing the already fragile region into deeper chaos.
The route between Cinnabar and Pallet was essential for trade and movement, and Laya knew it. Her soldiers ruled the waves with a terrifying efficiency, and her water-type Pokémon made her all but untouchable on the open sea.
The question now wasn't just how to stop her, but how to do so without sending the entire coastal region spiraling further into disaster.
Reward: Intelligence on Route 21 and the Pirate that rules it.
[]Devion Corp Running Shoes: The Devion Corp Running Shoes are cutting-edge footwear designed for trainers on the move. Crafted with lightweight, breathable materials, these shoes feature a reinforced sole that adapts to any terrain, whether you're sprinting through grassy fields or trekking up rocky mountains. Cost: 500 DC:600 Progress, Reward: You create The Running Shoes. Rolled: D100 => 76+40+31=147
Complications?
10 => 2 (None)(Bill POV)
"I'm a GENIUS!" you shouted, grinning from ear to ear as the final piece clicked into place. The pump system you'd been working on for days was now able to channel greater bursts of speed than anything previously conceived. This was revolutionary—trainers would be flying across the fields in no time, their Pokémon barely able to keep pace. It was going to change everything.
But, as with most great inventions, there was still a small, nagging issue.
POP!
The air compressor in the prototype shoe exploded with a loud bang, and before you could even register what happened, the shoe rocketed off, spinning wildly through the air like an angry, airborne Torchic. It slammed into the wall with a *thunk*, leaving a dent that was, well, not insignificant.
You blinked, slowly turning back to the now-shredded remains of your project on the table. Bits of rubber and metal components lay scattered across your workspace, the faint hiss of air still escaping from somewhere.
You exhaled, pinching the bridge of your nose. "Well... at least we got the basics down," you muttered to yourself, trying to stay optimistic.
The lab was quiet for a moment, save for the gentle hum of nearby machines and the occasional drip from a leaky pipe in the corner. You stared at the ruined compressor, a half-smile creeping onto your face despite everything.
"PROGRESS!" you declared triumphantly as if the explosion had been entirely intentional.
After all, the world wasn't built in a day, and neither were shoes capable of transforming a trainer into a lightning bolt on legs.
Reward: +147 Progress out of 600, Action locked in until completion!
[]Reopen your Correspondance (Blaine): It's been a long time since you sent him a letter, so…might as well. Cost:0 DC:40/60 Reward: You send Blaine a Letter on data.Rolled: D100 => 100+30=130
"Dearest Oak,
I'm afraid that your theories on Mew's DNA being inert were sadly…incorrect."
Oak's heart sank as his eyes skimmed over the letter. His hand trembled with rage as he threw it aside, his fist slamming down onto the counter with a resounding thud. The echoes reverberated through his lab, stirring up memories of warnings long ignored.
"Those damned fools!" he seethed. "I warned them what would happen if they played Arceus like this!"
The name that haunted his thoughts now was Project Mewtwo. A nightmare born in the final dark days of the war, whispered in the corridors of power as the ultimate weapon—the dream of madmen and warmongers alike. They believed they could control it, harness it. But now, it seemed, their hubris had borne fruit.
"They don't know anything," Oak muttered to himself, pacing in frustration. "The DNA isn't only usable... it's viable."
He groaned, his eyes darting toward the clock on the wall. How long had it been since he first warned them? Since his cautions were dismissed as the ramblings of a man who had "lost sight of the future"? With a deep breath, he snatched up the phone and dialed. His fingers shook slightly, and he clenched his jaw to steady himself.
"Blaine," Oak's voice was low, tense, "How long has the project been going on?"
There was a pause on the other end, followed by a grunt of resignation. "The project began six years ago," Blaine answered, his voice weary. "A large donation from a wealthy backer kick-started it—asked us to look into Pokémon DNA, claiming it was for the sake of explaining how Pokémon shared a common ancestor."
Oak clenched his fist around the phone. He already had an inkling who this "wealthy backer" was, though he wished he didn't. The same man with his insidious hand in every shadowed corner of Kanto, pulling strings and pushing science into the realms of madness.
"We explained it years ago," Oak growled, his frustration spilling out. "We already answered those questions. And yet they keep playing with fire. Soon we'll all see the consequences of their hubris."
There was another pause, then Blaine's voice came back, a deep weariness tinged with something close to fear. "Oak, we can't stop it now. The Elder tried—twice. All he did was delay the project once and... help it the other time."
Oak's stomach turned. The Elder, always at the center of these tangled webs, caught between delaying disasters and unwittingly pushing them forward. Oak felt his breath quicken.
"Blaine," Oak's voice dropped to a near-whisper, filled with the weight of his realization, "What have you done?"
"Listen to me, Samuel," Blaine's voice was firm, but there was a tremor beneath his words. "We're touching the blade without a hilt. There's no way to stop it now. The consequences of not finishing this project may be even worse than letting it exist."
Oak stared blankly ahead. He knew the truth of it, though it sickened him. He had spent his life studying Pokémon, but never like this. Never as weapons.
"Then Arceus help us all," Oak muttered. "Because there's no turning back now."
Reward: Project Mewtwo is online and in Phase II, we can't stop it…we never could.
Oak has a new Mission Unlocked in ??? Turns.
New Actions Available in ??? Turns.
[]Read the Children's stories: Well it's time to see what has been written. Cost: 0 DC:0 Reward: Read a story to the children…and Pokemon. Rolled: D100 => 59+20=79
"Ahh, it is time for story time with the children," you muttered to yourself, the warm glow of the late afternoon sun filtering through the windows as you made your way toward the library. The soft patter of small feet followed behind you, eager little voices chattering away as they trailed you down the hallway. You smiled to yourself, remembering how storytime had always been a cherished ritual—a brief moment where the troubles of the world were set aside for tales of wonder and imagination.
Reaching the library, you scanned the shelves. The kids didn't need anything too complex tonight, nothing too long either. Something simple, yet charming. Ah—your fingers traced over the spines until they found it. A well-worn book, its cover faded with age but still carrying that familiar warmth.
"The Slowpoke and Oranberry Pie."
You pulled it down and turned, holding the book aloft for the children to see. Their eyes widened with excitement, and a chorus of cheerful giggles filled the room.
"Gather 'round, gather 'round," you called, settling into the large, comfortable armchair by the fire. The kids scrambled to sit at your feet, wide-eyed and expectant.
"This is an old story, one I used to read when I was your age," you began, your voice dropping into the soft cadence of a storyteller. "A tale of a very slow Pokémon who had the grand ambition of making the most delicious Oranberry pie in the world."
As you flipped open the pages, you began to read, describing the Slowpoke's gentle and deliberate nature, the way it took its time to pick the ripest berries, never rushing, always patient. The children leaned in, enchanted by the thought of the Slowpoke slowly waddling through the forest, basket in hand, its big, dreamy eyes set on a goal that seemed impossibly far off.
"And then," you continued, your voice rising just slightly to build the excitement, "after what felt like *days* of slow gathering, our dear friend Slowpoke finally had enough berries. But there was one small problem..." You paused for effect, watching the children's faces. "Slowpoke... didn't know how to make a pie."
Gasps filled the room, and you chuckled softly before continuing.
"So, Slowpoke asked for help! From the Bellsprout who could chop up ingredients with its sharp leaves, from the Charmander who could bake the pie with its tail flame, and even from a passing Jigglypuff who provided a sweet tune while they worked together. And slowly, ever so slowly... the pie came to be."
The children sat in rapt attention as you described the teamwork of Pokémon, working together despite their differences. You smiled warmly, feeling the nostalgia of the tale wash over you.
"And finally, after what seemed like an eternity of waiting, the pie was done. Slowpoke took a deep breath, and the aroma of the Oranberries filled the forest. It was... perfect."
You closed the book softly, leaning back in your chair. The room was quiet, the children still lost in the magic of the story. You waited a moment, letting them soak in the lesson.
"And what do we learn from Slowpoke's story?" you asked, your voice gentle.
"That sometimes... slow is good?" one of the children ventured, her small voice thoughtful.
You nodded. "Exactly. Patience, my dears, patience and teamwork can create something truly wonderful. Even if it takes time."
Reward: The Strongest Warriors are Patience and Time…
The Children are inspired to be methodical and deliberate.
A Reward will be given in two turns.
Disaster Roll: D100 => 73
It appears all is not well in the North.
Flay and his horde of Birds raided Viridian Cities Markets for cash and supplies.
All is not going well.
Reward: Your Foe is Gearing up for something.
AN: Enjoy and have fun.
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- Pronouns
- He/Him
See, this is why you should vote for my plans: BIG ROLLS! Except for the Route 21 roll, but yeah, a pirate queen is something we have to deal with. And Mewtwo. Oh boy.
- Location
- California,USA
Well we all got a lot to do, at least secure one or both of your flanks, before committing to something big.
- Location
- Three feet to the left
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- He/They
We need to start building up a pokemon team. Mewtwo will slaughter us otherwise.
- Location
- California,USA
"I'm Putting together a Team"- Oak.
"Say no more we'll get you a guy you'll like"-The Ranch hands.
That 96 on wall.
Someone called in the local retired military engineers?
Overall. Govt is going full throttle, we got ourselves A FINE WALL. Gio is cursing his troops for failing to stop flay's pidgey horde from doing a raid ON HIS TERRITORY. We are surrounded by warlords, cutting off trade. But fortounately, Blaine looks to be an ally right now, and we both are gonna need to make damn sure that it doesn't blow up in our face......
Blaine snuck off with Mewtwo back then didn't he.
Someone called in the local retired military engineers?
Overall. Govt is going full throttle, we got ourselves A FINE WALL. Gio is cursing his troops for failing to stop flay's pidgey horde from doing a raid ON HIS TERRITORY. We are surrounded by warlords, cutting off trade. But fortounately, Blaine looks to be an ally right now, and we both are gonna need to make damn sure that it doesn't blow up in our face......
...Given that Project mewtwo is Phase two and in the last quest, TR the group involved in Project Mewtwo had a 2 on TR Phase 2 and an ominous Relocated Asset...
Blaine snuck off with Mewtwo back then didn't he.
- Location
- California,USA
Oh things are going to blow up in your face, the question is...how much.
Blaine dose not have Mewtwo...Blaine snuck off with Mewtwo back then didn't he.
That is the only hint you are getting.
.....
So. From the sounds of it, Mewtwo is effectively a military operation, a black ops research funded by a 'mysterious backer'. In the anime it's research/creation was at an island laboratory which was wrecked upon creation, then sent to Viridian.
In the Games/Origins series, the laboratory it was created was in an abandoned/ruined mansion right on Blaine's turf, with the main researcher most likely being Mr. Fuji. Whom, in the anime was involved in part because he was trying to basically bring his daughter back through cloning technology. Albeit another manga actually had Fuji and Mewtwo collaborate on Dr. Fuji's plan to 'disappear' by causing chaos so Dr. Fuji would be assumed dead when he vanished at the same time.
In this, I think Mewtwo may have spent time in Saffron because Sabrina's psychic energy may have helped, at least with stage 1.
And then there was the usage of the Elders extreme skill in psychic energies and aura to smooth over risks from raw psychic energy.
Though, one interesting tidbit, in the manga, a very much not destroyed old mansion was combed through by Team Rocket, looking for clues of where the deserter Blaine went.
The Mansion on Cinnabar is consistently a major location for the Mewtwo Project, which may be a for better or worse in this case.
- Location
- California,USA
Good, Good, hopefully things pop up. anyway. Anyone got any questions on the Ranch Hands?