Pokémon Information Affiliation: Trainer Starter: Riolu (Donna) - They're practically made for each other, honestly. They're both physical fighting types (with other special abilities), and Riolu's behavior is a perfect fit for Cassie's personality type. She would love a Pokemon partner that was physically able to keep up with her. Riolu's described as energetic, playful, and loyal, all traits that describe Cassie to the letter, and while she could bond with any starter given to her I think she would have the strongest connection with a Riolu.
Password: Strawberry Marmalade
Samples First Person Sample:
[It hasn't been the most entertaining post on the network, that much is for sure. It started with a loud thump and a blur of colors, then for three minutes it was nothing but darkness, muffled voices, muffled footsteps, and background music. Finally after a while there's a shuffling noise, and the sound of fabric dragging against the microphone. The gear shows an inquisitive Riolu's face, who promptly looks away from the camera and to someone off screen.]
Rio!
You found it? [Comes the voice from somewhere in the direction the Pokemon is staring.] Nice going, Donna!
[When the gear changes hands a blond comes into view wearing an upbeat grin. She flops right there on the floor with her legs crossed and "Donna" getting comfortable on her knee.]
Hey guys, sorry if you've been trying to call me. I must've dropped my pokegear last night before bed.
[There's a slight grumbling noise from someone off screen, not nearly clear enough to make out if it's human or Pokemon, but it sound suspiciously like disapproval.]
Yeah, yeah, I know! I'll clean it up later! Geez... [She lets out a breath, blowing a few strands of her bangs out of her eyes with playful exasperation.] Anyway, so I heard there's a fight studio around here somewhere. We just got into town last night and I'm dying to check the place out. Training Donna is great and all, but I seriously can't wait to get back into training myself, either. [The look on her face is kind of smirky, like someone that definitely enjoys a good rumble. You wouldn't be far off with that guess.] So can anyone give me some more details on what we're looking for? Like, an address? I'd definitely appreciate it! Later!
Third Person Sample:
The face that Cassie made at her bento box as she sat on the side of the road (taking a break) was not the face of one who was either convinced nor impressed.
"Seriously...? They expect this to be enough to last for three days?"
Well, she supposed it could be rationed a bit. If she was careful then it might last her long enough to make it to this... Cherrygrove City or whatever it was called. She had played the games back home, of course, but she was a generation four kid. Her familiarity with Johto and Kanto went about as far as knowing the names of the starter Pokemon.
Truthfully she wasn't exactly convinced that this wasn't some sort of trick, though she was having a hard time coming up with an explanation for how Psimon could have captured her, let alone why he'd bother trapping her in an illusion of a Pokemon world. Surely if he had she and the others captive he could come up with something more nefarious than a children's video game.
Then again, this constant music is practically torture by itself...
Cassie thought to herself, chewing over one of the picked vegetables. That was another thing, why did they give her CHOPSTICKS? If this were a dream-hallucination-mind trap-thing then shouldn't she at least have silver wear? Seriously, could she really believe Psimon would pay that much attention to detail to keep things that authentic?
"Okay..." She muttered, putting the bento down to pick up the little round sphere with the star marking on it, rolling the tiny ball back and forth between her thumb and middle finger as she stared. "What would the boss say...? 'If you rule out the impossible then all that's left is the improbable.'?"
No answer, of course, making Cassie bow her head and shut her eyes with a sigh.
"Whatever, it's not like I've got anything to lose, right?"
She gave the button in the middle a press, surprised when it actually expanded-- had a brief laugh at herself for BEING surprised because isn't that how it's supposed to work in the games and the show, and felt a sort of nervous energy rush through her. Anticipation.
"I guess this IS pretty cool for a dream..." Her lips shifted into a grin and she gave the button another press and the ball a toss. "Okay, let's find out what I got!"
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Pokémon Information
Affiliation: Trainer
Starter: Riolu (Donna) - They're practically made for each other, honestly. They're both physical fighting types (with other special abilities), and Riolu's behavior is a perfect fit for Cassie's personality type. She would love a Pokemon partner that was physically able to keep up with her. Riolu's described as energetic, playful, and loyal, all traits that describe Cassie to the letter, and while she could bond with any starter given to her I think she would have the strongest connection with a Riolu.
Password: Strawberry Marmalade
Samples
First Person Sample:
[It hasn't been the most entertaining post on the network, that much is for sure. It started with a loud thump and a blur of colors, then for three minutes it was nothing but darkness, muffled voices, muffled footsteps, and background music. Finally after a while there's a shuffling noise, and the sound of fabric dragging against the microphone. The gear shows an inquisitive Riolu's face, who promptly looks away from the camera and to someone off screen.]
Rio!
You found it? [Comes the voice from somewhere in the direction the Pokemon is staring.] Nice going, Donna!
[When the gear changes hands a blond comes into view wearing an upbeat grin. She flops right there on the floor with her legs crossed and "Donna" getting comfortable on her knee.]
Hey guys, sorry if you've been trying to call me. I must've dropped my pokegear last night before bed.
[There's a slight grumbling noise from someone off screen, not nearly clear enough to make out if it's human or Pokemon, but it sound suspiciously like disapproval.]
Yeah, yeah, I know! I'll clean it up later! Geez... [She lets out a breath, blowing a few strands of her bangs out of her eyes with playful exasperation.] Anyway, so I heard there's a fight studio around here somewhere. We just got into town last night and I'm dying to check the place out. Training Donna is great and all, but I seriously can't wait to get back into training myself, either. [The look on her face is kind of smirky, like someone that definitely enjoys a good rumble. You wouldn't be far off with that guess.] So can anyone give me some more details on what we're looking for? Like, an address? I'd definitely appreciate it! Later!
Third Person Sample:
The face that Cassie made at her bento box as she sat on the side of the road (taking a break) was not the face of one who was either convinced nor impressed.
"Seriously...? They expect this to be enough to last for three days?"
Well, she supposed it could be rationed a bit. If she was careful then it might last her long enough to make it to this... Cherrygrove City or whatever it was called. She had played the games back home, of course, but she was a generation four kid. Her familiarity with Johto and Kanto went about as far as knowing the names of the starter Pokemon.
Truthfully she wasn't exactly convinced that this wasn't some sort of trick, though she was having a hard time coming up with an explanation for how Psimon could have captured her, let alone why he'd bother trapping her in an illusion of a Pokemon world. Surely if he had she and the others captive he could come up with something more nefarious than a children's video game.
Then again, this constant music is practically torture by itself...
Cassie thought to herself, chewing over one of the picked vegetables. That was another thing, why did they give her CHOPSTICKS? If this were a dream-hallucination-mind trap-thing then shouldn't she at least have silver wear? Seriously, could she really believe Psimon would pay that much attention to detail to keep things that authentic?
"Okay..." She muttered, putting the bento down to pick up the little round sphere with the star marking on it, rolling the tiny ball back and forth between her thumb and middle finger as she stared. "What would the boss say...? 'If you rule out the impossible then all that's left is the improbable.'?"
No answer, of course, making Cassie bow her head and shut her eyes with a sigh.
"Whatever, it's not like I've got anything to lose, right?"
She gave the button in the middle a press, surprised when it actually expanded-- had a brief laugh at herself for BEING surprised because isn't that how it's supposed to work in the games and the show, and felt a sort of nervous energy rush through her. Anticipation.
"I guess this IS pretty cool for a dream..." Her lips shifted into a grin and she gave the button another press and the ball a toss. "Okay, let's find out what I got!"