Pokemon: Academy Life [IC]
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				Title: <strong>Pokemon: Academy Life [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissFire</strong> on <strong>29-07-2016, 21:45:32</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i1113.photobucket.com/albums/k512/MissF1R3/PokemonAcademy_zpsv5hekm6h.jpg)</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">-It was banished for its violence. It silently gazed upon the old world from the Distortion World-</span></span></div><hr><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><strong>-=IC=-</strong></span></span></div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1113.photobucket.com/albums/k512/MissF1R3/Council_zpsokhlnb3u.jpg)</div><br>Somewhere in Benfield, in a place known only as The Tea Room, four masked individuals gathered and sat around an old table. Despite the plush chairs under them and the fine wood of the table they were seated at, the rest of the room was nondescript and bland by comparison. Simple windows with bars let in sunlight in broad beams that made motes of dust dance in the air. The room was hot and musty, but none of the figures seemed to mind. They were all dressed in a way to hide their identities. Heavy coats, hats, and metallic masks cloaked the strangers in mystery. Swathed in multiple layers to avoid hinting at body types, the figures talked without paying mind to the stifling weather in the secluded room. Only voices could give away identities, but even these were slightly scrambled when they spoke through their masks. Each mask had a number carved into it, though these did not denote rank, but simply served as a means of identification. <br><br>The stranger with glasses was speaking. His mask had a 'I' etched into it and was shaped like the beak of some predatory bird. <em>"As I said, the newest group of specimens is arriving and we will be starting the testing phase shortly. Progress is moving along on my front."</em><br><br>Another responded, his mask almost human. No. Simian. Broad features, a down-turned mouth indicated by a thick line of metal. His voice boomed, even through the mask's voice manipulator. The covering bore a 'IV' on the cheek. <strong><em>"Ohoho! Haha!"</em></strong> He laughed, deep and brassy. <strong><em>"Finally. Let's hope for some results this time! If we have to keep waiting, the equipment is going to rust before we can start digging. I've got enough invested in this foolhardy scheme as it is without having to buy new gear, One."</em></strong><br><br>One simply made a dismissive gesture.<br><br>Another stranger, more slender, with a cat-like mask and a 'III' etched over one eye spoke. <em>"Settle down, both of you. Here, some good news; we're making large strides back at the lab. The frequencies are almost in tune and the development of the device is nearing completion. We just need more stress testing."</em> <br><br>The two other figures nodded at this, approving. All three turned to the remaining stranger in the Tea Room and looked upon the hunched figure with questioning glances. It finally spoke, the hunched stranger with the snake-like mask. This was 'II', as indicated by the engraving upon his mask's jaw. <em>"The text... is hard to translate... It keeps me up nights. Many nights. Sometimes I still see it when I shut my eyes."</em><br><br>Four rolled his head in such a way as to indicate his frustration. He groaned. <strong><em>"Let's get Two some medication before he goes mad. If he drives himself insane before he's done he'll be useless to us."</em></strong><br><br>One waved his hand dismissively at Four and looked at Three, who nodded to him. One glanced at Two, <em>"Take a day or two to collect yourself, good sir. Three has enough to go on for a while. If you strain yourself, you'll burn out. Understood?"</em><br><br>Two nodded rapidly. He pulled himself from the table and hurried out the door like the offer might be rescinded if he stayed longer than necessary. Three watched him leave, then looked at the other two strangers. He grunted. <strong><em>"What a pain,"</em></strong> he said.<br><br>One was smiling behind his mask. <em>"All worth it soon enough, good sir. Soon enough."</em><br><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1113.photobucket.com/albums/k512/MissF1R3/Academy2_zpseniychyt.jpg)</div><br>Opening day at The Poke Trainers Academy was a hurricane of activity. Despite all the preparation the Elzebelt region's finest institution had completed it never seemed like enough. There was always one more tee to cross, one more eye to dot, one more thing to check and double check. Staff could be spotted moving quickly from place to place, while returning students hurried to their rooms to unpack and new students arrived and looked instantly lost in the sprawling academy. You couldn't blame the new students for getting lost; the PTA was enormous! It's property stretched out across many acres of forest and grassland. As the students arrived, they would first see the sprawling academy building in front of them with it's grand marble steps leading up and the signs everywhere. The main building not only housed many of the classrooms and labs, but it was also host to the student store, the cafe, and the lounge. It was a constant hub of activity. <br><br>Paths led off in all directions with signposts pointing the way to various destinations. Many of the buildings were obscured by trees, as the campus had elected to leave as much of the land intact as possible. The paths cut through grassy fields or the verdant forest. Off to the east was the long medical building, distinctive with it's tower and bell that chimed every day at noon. Also in that direction was the gymnasium, and past the woods, the athletic complex. Off to the north and just behind the main building were the dorms, faculty building, and library. To the west was Tower Lake. Once home to an island prison, it had been completely converted into something much more humane; an arcology. The building on the island not only contained a spa which used natural remedies to help the students relax, it was also a research center for studying acquatic pokemon. On top of all this, the arcology processed all of the PTA's waste into useful chemical compounds like fertilizer, snack blocks for pokemon, and even clean water. All this was accomplished via a process known as anti-matter re-vitalization, or AmRe. Only a handful of the staff and upper class poke scientists knew what it was for sure, but it made the PTA into the most advanced school in the region and a one of a kind place where humans and pokemon could flourish and grow together. <br><br>For proof of this bond, students need look no further than Avalon, a tree that grew atop a massive hill behind the campus. Even from the entrance one could see it's green leaves and massive branches. The so-called 'tree of life' was said to have been planted at the founding of the PTA and the start of the AmRe experiments and it's spectacular growth is a thing of beauty.<br><br>As the students arrived, they'd see staff all along the entry. They would welcome the new arrivals, hand out pamphlets that had a campus map on one side, and make a formal announcement to all around; <em>"All arriving students, please be in front of the main building by ten 'o clock! There will be a welcome ceremony, then you'll be given dorm assignments and have the rest of the day to settle in! Please don't be late! And welcome!"</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pokemon: Academy Life [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissFire</strong> on <strong>30-07-2016, 00:47:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1113.photobucket.com/albums/k512/MissF1R3/Bridgette3_zpskn20uo5w.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Bridgette LeFeu<br><strong>Location:</strong> Academy Concourse<br><strong>Activity:</strong> Walking, Boasting<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Other:</strong> N/A<br><br>The walk had been... long. That was the only way to describe it, really. The road from Benfield to the Academy wound through the forest on occasion and even though the trees provided some measure of shade, it was exhausting walking out in the sun (and uphill) for so long. Five miles of hiking uphill with her pokemon in tow, a ratty old duffle over one shoulder and her VCR under the other. At one point she had wrapped the cables neatly around the ancient device, but they'd come undone and for the last half mile or so she'd been dragging them on the ground. The walk had been a necessity, another result of strict adherence to what she considered her 'Personal Code'. Her pokemon were not to be in pokeballs. Ever. The ship over was fine, but the bus driver insisted that all pokemon be in pokeballs. He didn't want trainers causing trouble or pokemon 'acting up' in the small confines of the bus. She had argued with the man for quite some time about it, but he would not relent. So, she had been forced to walk. <br><br>She had not captured her pokemon. Not exactly. They had joined her because they wanted to. Maybe she would get to tell someone, a new friend, about how she met them all. She loved the memories and smiled a little at the adventures she had. Athos, the serious and protective blaziken. Porthos, the fun-loving and free-spirited monferno. Armais, the jovial and good-natured. They all had distinct personalities. At least that she could see. Then again, they were hers. Her friends. The 'Three Musketeers' followed along with her as she traveled, Athos out in front and the other two following behind. <br><br>As they entered the academy grounds, Bridgette sighed and tugged at the collar of her shirt a little, fanning herself. <em>"Merde! Qui était épuisant!" </em><br><br>Bridgette found a shady spot to stand and set her things down. She took a breath and set her hands on her hips, looking out over the ocean of students pouring in. Her pokemon all did the same, rather comically. They stood behind her, hands on hips. Porthos made a face while he did it. <em>"Ah!"</em> said Bridgette, <em>"Notre nouvelle maison! Nous allons apprendre beaucoup ici! Nous allons être le meilleur!"</em><br><br>She grinned and raised her fist, clutching at the sky. The Three Musketters did the same. Bridgette shouted, <em>"Unus pro omnibus, omnes pro uno!"</em> in such a way that caused several people to stop and look at her. Most of them just stared a moment and walked on. One rolled his eyes and said something derogitory about Kalosians. Bridgette did not pay him any mind. She felt refreshed and hopeful now. She thrust her arm out and opened her hand.<br><br><strong><em>"Attencion!"</em></strong> said the ashen-haired trainer, Kalosian accent thick, <em><strong>"I see we have time before the meeting! Now is perfect time to meet the future founder of pokemon martial arts and greatest Kalos trainer ever! Bridgette LeFeu! Come around, come around!"</strong></em> She grinned wide. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pokemon: Academy Life [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadowfox</strong> on <strong>30-07-2016, 03:30:15</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong> Diana Solan<br><strong>Location</strong> Academy Concourse<br><strong>Tagging</strong> Open<br><strong>Other</strong> N/A<br><br>Diana adjusted her glasses as she calmly turned a page in the book she was reading. She was already halfway through with the heavy textbook for her Pokemon Academy Biology class. She sighed having already studied some advanced genetic theorems, reading a standard college biology textbook was rather remedial to her. The bus hit a small bump and the page she was on flipped backward a chapter. Diana gave a small frown of annoyance and just as she was about to turn back to her page, she looked out the window. The sight of the large and pristine academy before her, informed her that she had just about arrived at her destination. She quickly committed the page number to memory and shut the book slipping it back into the worn sack she had purchased. The book itself was clearly a second hand copy showing obvious signs of use.<br><br>The bus pulled up to a stop and Diana stood up hoisting her bag using both hands with some effort. The four pokeballs at her waist shook slightly with her momentum. She patiently waited for the majority of the crowd to get off first before making her exit. As she walked down the steps of the bus, she once again visually took in the beautiful college and the magnificent specimen of a tree. Then her view was interrupted by a rather loud shout in a clearly Kalosian accent.""Attencion!""I see we have time before the meeting! Now is perfect time to meet the future founder of pokemon martial arts and greatest Kalos trainer ever! Bridgette LeFeu! Come around, come around!" " The voice was loud, full of confidence and defiantly from a female. She turned to look at the tall ash haired trainer and her three pokemon comically mimicking their trainers performance. Diana reached up and adjusted her glasses again as she studied the girl for a moment committing to memory the details of her pokemon, her appearance, her stance and her personality, in case she may need to battle her in the future.<br><br>Diana stood with good posture although it was slightly weighed down by the heavy sack, that her frailer build had some difficulty holding up. Her clothes were clean but worn, and their were a few badly patched holes. She did not look the picture of wealth in the slightest and would have been out of place at the prestigious school except that the other girl looked as poor as her. Diana shrugged and turned away from the boastful fighter, having no interest in the martial arts she began looking for the girls dorm and the science labs. She was eager to have access to the advanced equipment and research that the school had to offer. <br><br>Having finally left the confines of the cramped dirty bus, Diana pulled one of her pokeballs off and let out a Jolteon. She looked down at the Jolteon, "Well Ohm this is our new home for now." The Jolteon nodded and padded silently behind his trainer.<br><br>(http://pokecharms.com/data/attachment-files/2016/07/338141_trainercard-Diana_Solan.png)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pokemon: Academy Life [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JoanieSappho</strong> on <strong>31-07-2016, 06:17:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t295/JoanieSappho/Sabine_zps4an3ixvl.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Sabine Lane<br><strong>Location:</strong> Academy Concourse<br><strong>Activity:</strong> Walking, Grooming<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Other:</strong> N/A<br><br>The bus that had offered to take the trainers up to the Academy had only been spared a brief glance by Sabine before she started walking. Five miles was a bit of a trek, to be sure, but the Kalosian had never really liked closed-in spaces and she doubted that there was so much of a hurry that she couldn't take her time. She didn't know that she couldn't take her pokemon on there with her, but that would only have encouraged her to walk even more.<br><br>She'd started off pretty early in the day, Mary trotting along on her right and Solaine to her right, while Tilde bounded off now and then to investigate particularly interesting smells, but as they went along the usual things started to happen. First Mary had stopped for a rest and, while the Flaaffy rested her head on Sabine's knee, tilde had stolen Solaine's club, the Growlithe leading the angry Marowak on a chase for a little while, then Sabine had found a patch of interesting flowers and then it had been time to stop for something to eat. <br><br>By the time she reached the Academy she'd been walking - or getting distracted - for several hours, and paused to take in the sight, Tilde sitting next to her while Solaine possessively gripped her bone. <br>It was bigger than she had expected, and definitely had more people around, but there was, she decided, enough trees around that she could find somewhere quiet and private if she needed to. For now, though, she sat beneath a tree, smiled faintly at the enthusiasm of two pokemon as they mimicked their loud trainer, and gently pulled Tilde over to give her a proper brushing. The Growlithe looked like she'd jumped through a few bushes, which was pretty much precisely what had happened. Not to mention the clump of mud that had dried into her fur from where Solaine had objected to having her bone taken.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pokemon: Academy Life [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>01-08-2016, 07:02:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/lydia_zps2qmik9zp.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Lydia St. Madeleine<br><strong>Location:</strong> Academy Concourse<br><strong>Activity:</strong> Arriving in Style<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>The vehicle that brought Lydia to the PTA campus couldn't be properly described as a car. Limousine, maybe. Monstrosity, perhaps. One vehicle convoy - that probably did it the most justice. For anyone who bothered to time the process, it took a full five minutes for the driver to walk to and open the door for the heiress to exit. Another twenty to reach the trunk and take out a veritable mountain of luggage. For this, the servant received the most imperceptible of nods - a bare acknowledgement that he was there along with the expectation that he should appreciate her taking that much effort.<br><br>One that was done, however, the driver had his revenge - he drove off, leaving the girl alone with her luggage. Given, he'd be heading back to the manor, where only worse awaited him, but he could at least be secure in the knowledge that Lydia St. Madeleine, professional spoiled brat, would have to learn how to negotiate life from here on in - and that he was going to be very very very far from her.<br><br>Lydia on the other hand, had no such premonition. She simply raised a hand and called out, "Service. Service?" After all, this was to be no different than a hotel, at least in her imagination. And at any rate, her attention was caught by the crowd gathering around some Kalosian who was claiming to be the best trainer in the world. That was worthy of attention, even in Lydia's mind - in fact pokemon training was the only field of endeavor in which she would even allow the possibility of having an equal. "Shall we go see, Embra?" The Cyndaquil by her side nodded, walking aside her. Lydia's other pokemon remained in his pokeball for the time being. Mister had a penchant for mischief, so at times like these it was better that he should not be in a position to cause trouble.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pokemon: Academy Life [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>01-08-2016, 22:55:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://s1.zerochan.net/Female.Protagonist.%28Pok%C3%A9mon.Go%29.600.2022524.jpg)</div>Character Name: Miki Valisar<br>Location: Academy Concourse<br>Activity: Avoiding crowds<br>Tagged: Open<br><br>To the side of the Concourse main entrance, a healthy Rapidash paced herself close behind the bus that was pulling in, from atop the flaming equine dropped a trainer that looked incredibly uncomfortable in her current surroundings "Wow... So many students... I wonder if its too late to go back..." The young trainer muttered, but before she could contemplate it further the Rapidash nudged her head into her side in protest at the thought, snorting in disapproval. "Yeah... I guess your right... But you should have a rest anyway Rapidash, bet your pretty tired dealing with my inability to get on something silly like a bus." she giggled, trying to make light of her own insecurities as she pulled the Pokemon back into it's ball.<br><br>After the bulk of the student's left the main entrances Miki took advantage and tried to slip by, in her attempts to not draw attention to herself, the clumsy manner of which she did it only seemed to draw more, "Phew... Thanks to that girl I think I got through, Best trainer huh? Kalos too? I wonder if I would recognize her, but.. that's a lot of people..." Miki remarked, most of them were dressed in a vast variety of clothing, but none looked like she was in a similar garb to her, did she try to hard? No point worrying about it, just get away from the entrance before the bus arrives she kept telling herself. But curiosity started to win out as she tried to find a vantage point to see who the boasting girl was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pokemon: Academy Life [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissFire</strong> on <strong>02-08-2016, 18:56:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1113.photobucket.com/albums/k512/MissF1R3/Bridgette3_zpskn20uo5w.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Bridgette LeFeu<br><strong>Location:</strong> Academy Concourse<br><strong>Activity:</strong> Walking, Boasting<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Lydia, Miki<br><strong>Other:</strong> Bridgette's Theme: Love's Vagrant (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tl363Wh4ghU)<br><br><em>"Pipe down!"<br><br>"How can you be the best? I've never seen you on TV!"<br><br>"Oh my! Is that Lark Enciel over there?! She was on TV! Let's go see her!"<br><br>"Hey, where's the bathroom?"</em><br><br>The chatter among the students did not encourage Bridgette. She deflated slightly, but picked herself back up again within seconds and her smile was back in place. Athos crossed his arms and closed his eyes, letting out a little sigh. He seemed used to this kind of act from Bridgette. Porthos frowned and looked at Amais. In response, the pignite just shrugged. <br><br><em>"Bah! Television! My deeds are in my actions, not on film!"</em> She shifted slightly and reached into her pants, pulling out a crumpled pack of cigarettes with one remaining and a battered silver flip lighter. The ashen-haired girl frowned at the sad state of her supply of smokes. She assumed the school store would not have any. Granted, she should not smoke at all but.. she had fallen in with a bad crowd before and some vices had a way of sticking around. She would have to quit some day, before the tightness would take hold in her lungs. There would be no greater loss than to be unable to exercise and practice martial arts. <br><br>While contemplating such things, Miki and Lydia made their way over through the departing crowd that had come to see Bridgette boast. The Kalosian quickly put her smokes and lighter away, stuffing her hands into her pockets. She greeted both of the trainers with her typical bright smile.<br><br><em>"Bonjour! If you are here for an autograph I am afraid I just... gave the last one away!"</em> She laughed jovially and winked, striking a little pose. Porthos and Amais copied her moves. Athos just stood there, still with his eyes closed and arms folded. <em>"But I have many stories to tell! We're going to be the greatest trainer in Kalos someday! Isn't that right, mes amis?"</em> She leaned down and ruffled Porthos and Amais lightly. The two pokemon let out little happy noises and the monkey scrambled up to cling to Bridgette's back. His little flaming tail wrapped around one of her arms. She didn't seem to mind. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pokemon: Academy Life [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JoanieSappho</strong> on <strong>02-08-2016, 19:25:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t295/JoanieSappho/Sabine_zps4an3ixvl.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Sabine Lane<br><strong>Location:</strong> Academy Concourse<br><strong>Activity:</strong> Walking, Grooming<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Bridgette, Lydia, Miki<br><strong>Other:</strong> N/A<br><br>While Sabine seemed engrossed in working out the clumps of mud left in Tilde's fur and Mary had settled down beside her, the Kalosian's third pokemon - her marowak - had apparently found something more interesting and had left her trainer to make her way over to the boasting trainer and her pokemon while her own trainer hummed to herself and gently teased her growlithe's tangled fur back towards something more ordered than the mess it had gotten into, too busy to immediately notice that a third of her pokemon had wandered off.<br><br>With her bone club rested on her shoulder, Solaine slipped quietly through the thinning crowd to approach Bridgette, and made no effort to hide her appraisal of her pokemon. <br>By that point Sabine had noticed the Marowak's absence and stood to look for her, but with the size of the Academy and the crowd - even if it had diminished substantially - she had no idea where Solaine had gone and her wandering search only vaguely led her in the right direction. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pokemon: Academy Life [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRaven</strong> on <strong>03-08-2016, 02:40:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://orhiodex.weebly.com/uploads/1/1/3/4/11344820/8295967_orig.png)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Victor Cypress<br><strong>Location:</strong> Academy Concourse<br><strong>Activity:</strong> Wandering<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Bridgette, Lydia, Miki, Sabine<br><strong>Other:</strong> N/A<br><br>With a knapsack slung over his shoulder, Victor was whistling a jaunty tune as he crossed into the grounds of the Academy, trailed by a Haunter floating just above his left shoulder. More concerned with the dispersing crowd of what to him was indeterminate origin rather than the few who were left behind, he might not have even noticed them if it hadn't been for his companion making a rude face at the other Pokémon across the concourse.<br><br>Considering that making rude faces might as well have been Haunter's way of saying hello, he figured he ought to at least go introduce himself to this group of people. "Hi!" he called out, crossing towards them with Haunter in tow, continuing to wave its tongue at the smaller assembled group. Victor glanced over towards the departing crowd. "What was all that about?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pokemon: Academy Life [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BAMF</strong> on <strong>03-08-2016, 12:17:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee205/weaselmiester/tumblr_lzwl8sH6i41qasqw5o1_500_zpsiza30amj.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Oliver Finch<br><strong>Location:</strong> Academy Concourse<br><strong>Activity:</strong> Observing, freaking out a bit<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Any<br><strong>Other:</strong> N/A<br><hr><br>The small boy had been grateful for the bus ride up to the school. He may have been thin and within a healthy weight range, but he was not in shape in the least. He doubted he could have made the walk on his own, not to mention he wouldn’t dare put himself in a position of needing help from a stranger if he could manage it. He wasn’t too proud to ask for help, but he was very self-conscious and feared the embarrassment of being vulnerable.<br><br>Once he’d filed off the bus, he released Phoebe, hoping help him keep his cool in the sea of strangers. When the brash female began verbally posturing, Oliver’s anxiety rose and he quickened his steps, eager to distance himself of the crowd that jostled around. The fluffy purple pokémon waddled her way after her trainer and joined him on the bench he found near the main building. He'd only walked a few yards and already felt out of breath. His friend leaned against him gently and began purring cutely.<br><br>“Thanks, Phoebe. There’s just so MANY.”<br><br>Phoebe’s feelers began twitching as she kept an eye on the boastful one. A quiet squeak and Oliver nodded absent-mindedly as he popped a single earbud in and let himself drift focus a bit to try to calm his nerves, secure in the knowledge that his pokémon would alert him to anything important.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pokemon: Academy Life [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadowfox</strong> on <strong>04-08-2016, 10:28:21</strong>
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				Diana could hear the commotion gathering behind her. She sighed and shook her head in annoyance, it would seem if she surmised correctly that boastful girl was causing quite a scene. Their was quite a lot of chatter and the gathering crowd was getting rather loud. She stopped for a moment and closed her eyes. She blocked out all the surrounding commotion a perfect sphere of silence forming in her minds eye. As she dived through her memory she pulled up a map of the campus and in her head was constructed a perfect 3-dimensional image of the Academy. She silently tagged the girls dorm and the building in question lit up with the map rotating around for better view from her current location. Satisfied that she knew where she was going she took a deep breath and opened her eyes.<br><br>She turned and looked at Ohm, "alright Ohm it's this way." The Jolteon nodded and brushed against it's trainers legs. Diana spared a brief smile and scratched Ohm behind the ears before setting out directly for the dorm through the most efficient route possible. As she walked up to the dorm and opened the doors she stepped inside and laid eyes on Lark.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pokemon: Academy Life [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissFire</strong> on <strong>04-08-2016, 21:09:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1113.photobucket.com/albums/k512/MissF1R3/ReiGBev_zpsp3pziuf9.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lark Enciel<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorms<br><strong>Activity:</strong> Signing autographs, talking, punching<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Diana<br><strong>Other:</strong> Lark's Theme: High Speed Battle (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1CYEPv_JmjU), Sam's Theme: Time On My Side (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_zfOKIREJX8)<br><br><strong>Ka-chunk!</strong><br><br>The doors refused to open for Diana. Locked.<br><br>Off to the side, Lark had a small crowd of four students with her and she was busily signing autographs. She was a tall and athletic young woman, hair dyed in a myriad of colors and her fit body clad in an athletic outfit. She had eight gym badges pinned to her jacket along the collar, but they were hard to spot in comparison to the ad space her sponsor had apparently rented out on her. Both shoulders sported Joltec's logo of a silhouetted Jolteon and the back of the jacket proudly proclaimed the company's name in big letters. A slender belt at her waist held her pokeballs. She was being cheery and smiling, even posing for a picture or two. After taking her last picture she eyed Diana and flashed a great big smile.<br><br><em>"Hey kiddo! Sorry, but you can't go in right now! You have to go to the opening ceremony before anything else is open!"</em> She said, letting out a laugh before continuing, <em>"I know you must be eager to unwind, but bear with us just a little..."</em><br><br>Her voice trailed off and Diana could see the flashy girl's eyes watch her small crowd of fans wander off, all of them talking excitedly about how they got to meet the minor celebrity. When they were out of earshot, Lark slouched a little and blew out a big sigh of relief. She swept a hand through her hair. Her eyes seemed to dull and her smile quickly fell. The persona had fallen away and exposed the real girl under it. She shot Diana another look.<br><br><em>"Why are you still here? Go back to the main concourse. Show's over."</em> She made a 'shoo' gesture with her hands. <br><br>Suddenly, the doors burst open behind Lark and the girl got nailed with one of them. She yelped and stumbled, then whirled on her heel to face a sleepy-looking man in a blue hoodie and black shorts. (http://i1113.photobucket.com/albums/k512/MissF1R3/Samuel_zps7cyuy9xu.jpg)<br><br><em>"Ugh! Sam! God dammit!"</em> shouted Lark, punching him on the shoulder with enough force to create an audible 'thump'. If this bothered him, it didn't show. He smiled.<br><br><em>"Heyyyyyyy. Who's your friend?"</em> said the other RA, doors closing and locking again behind him. Lark eyed Diana again, then broguht her gaze back to Sam.<br><br><em>"She's just some freshmen! Some freshmen who should be at the damn ceremony!"</em><br><br><em>"Oooh, yeah. That thing. We're supposed to be... on stage for that?"</em><br><br><em>"Yes! We have to help the newbies settle in, you ass! Didn't you read the paperwork?"</em><br><br><em>"Uh... nope! I guess not!"</em> laughed Sam.<br><br>Lark groaned and grabbed him by his hood. She started to drag him away from the dorm, muttering curses the entire time. As they started walking, Lark pointed at Diana and told her again, <em>"You! Ceremony! Come on!"</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pokemon: Academy Life [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>06-08-2016, 00:37:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/lydia_zps2qmik9zp.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Lydia St. Madeleine<br><strong>Location:</strong> Academy Concourse<br><strong>Activity:</strong> Arriving in Style<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Victor, Bridgette, Lydia, Miki, Sabine<br><hr><br><br>"Autograph? I take it that means you're not the one assigned to take my bags to my room?" Lydia's tone was tinged with a little of her usual hauteur, and her usual impatience. "But with all this talking I guess that makes you one of the other students." Not one of her <em>fellow</em> students mind you, but rather <em>other</em>. "Still, it will be interesting to see what you and your team are capable of." She inspected her fingers as she did this, effecting something of a nonchalance in her comment. "For that matter, I don't suppose <em>any</em> of you are the help here, are you?" There were too many pokemon around to assume otherwise. "How is one to carry on if people are to be so inefficient?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pokemon: Academy Life [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>06-08-2016, 10:42:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://s1.zerochan.net/Female.Protagonist.%28Pok%C3%A9mon.Go%29.600.2022524.jpg)</div>Character Name: Miki Valisar<br>Location: Academy Concourse<br>Activity: being intercepted<br>Tagged: Lydia, Bridgette, Sabine.<br><br><br>Miki couldn't hide the fact that when Bridgette approached in full gusto that she was nervous, "Uh oh.. She's coming to me, did I do something wrong, I hope I didn't upset her." She thought to herself looking around in a bit of a worried state, the only one she could find that might've been empathic was another girl in country trekking gear, another ranger major she hoped, looking at her, her eyes desperately pleading to come save her. It was only then she realised that she wasn't the only one being approached, some rich city girl was also next to her, quite loud too, how on earth did she miss her?<br><br>"Oh erm, an autograph? Yeah... Thats a shame, uh... I'm sorry I'm not really upto date with current... events." She smiled weakly, her eyes glistening over a little, was she about to cry? But she tried her best to stand her ground, reaching back she pulled her backpack off of her shoulders and hugged it, knowing that Arthur her teddy was hidden inside of it, knowing that helped steady her nerves a little in the encounter, but to everyone else, she was just randomly hugging her bag in a convosation. <br><br>When Lydia started to speak up she took the opportunity to step away from the two, now to the side of the convosation instead of between them. "Um.. I'm sorry... But I don't think there is anyone to take bags, we don't even have our room allocations yet..." Feeling that she might've just opened a hornets nest wwith that comment Miki quickly went quiet again, hoping that they might forget about her and focus on eachother.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pokemon: Academy Life [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadowfox</strong> on <strong>06-08-2016, 16:25:38</strong>
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				Diana sighed as the doors closed on her, as she went over the time in her head. She knew the ceremony started at exactly ten o clock and she had calculated out just enough time to reach the dorm and drop off the heavy sack so that she could make it to the ceremony unburdened. She had not factored in the variable of the dorm doors being locked and guarded. She glanced over at the woman signing autographs and immediately began to analyze her. Strong athletic build, confident and cocky swager, company logos posted over her clothing. Clearly some form of athlete and it seemed somewhat famous. She closed her eyes and sorted through her memory pulling up magazine articles and tv show reports until she settled on what she was after Lark Enciel. Hmm no not quite an athlete it seemed just the image of one. An ace trainer putting on a show of athletics while her pokemon do all the hard work. She observed the older girls body language and movements. Route mechanical, plastic, fake, a show shes used too performing it would seem. The older girl was clearly not enjoying the attention as much as she was pretending to be.<br><br>As the attention seekers left the area and Lark's true persona emerged, Diana once again confirmed her hypothesis. As the teenage boy burst out the door and teased Lark, Diana narrowed her eyes slightly. Her brain instantly pulling up the report on this one as she memorized every known psychic who even remotely gained fame, in case she ever ran into them. A lazy psychic and a fake athlete what a pair they made standing before her and acting like she was nothing important but another ditzy fan-girl of theirs. Diana instantly smoothed out her expression before the other two could notice. Not that they were paying much attention she thought. She hefted the sack onto her shoulder a little higher and prepared to make the trek over to the main building turning on her heel without a word and leaving the two upper class-men to their business.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pokemon: Academy Life [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissFire</strong> on <strong>07-08-2016, 00:31:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1113.photobucket.com/albums/k512/MissF1R3/Bridgette3_zpskn20uo5w.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Bridgette LeFeu<br><strong>Location:</strong> Academy Concourse<br><strong>Activity:</strong> Talking<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Lydia, Miki, Marowak<br><strong>Other:</strong> Bridgette's Theme: Love's Vagrant (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tl363Wh4ghU), Shan's Theme: Heir Conditioning (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zS0RIfG91EQ)<br><br>Athos was the first to notice the marowak Solaine as it toddled over. The big bird just cracked open an eye, peered down, then closed it again. Bridgette noticed the little creature and grinned at it. She lifted a hand and gave it the same courtesy she'd give another person, affording it a cheerful <em>"Bonjour!"</em> and a compliment. <em>"Marowak, your bone looks like a fierce weapon! Tres bon! Say hello, mes amis!" </em><br><br>Porthos peeked from around Bridgette's shoulder, flashed a great big smile and waved at Solaine with both hands, his usual cheery mannerisms showing. Armais just emitted what sounded like a little laugh, though it was more like a series of happy-sounding snorts. He lifted a hand in a little wave. Around this time, Lydia began to complain about having no one to take her bags to her room. Bridgette looked across at the girl and shook her head.<br><br><em>"Non,"</em> she said, <em>"This is not a place where people wait on you. How do you expect to grow strong if everyone do as you say all the time? Vouloir, c'est pouvoir."</em><br><br>As if fate was listening in and setting out just to show up Bridgette and Lydia, another limo pulled into the entry. Out of it stepped a beautiful girl in a green outfit (http://i1113.photobucket.com/albums/k512/MissF1R3/ShanShihShen2_zps8nh9b9jr.jpg). She had fair skin, white hair, and eyes so green they seemed to shine like emeralds. She emerged from the limo and was followed a second later by her driver. She motioned him to the back of the car.<br><br><em>"Theodore, please see my belongings up to my room. Same one as last year. Thank you,"</em> she said, in a matter-of-fact tone that indicated this was something she expected to be done and to be done quickly. The driver only nodded and went about his work. The girl was someone only Lydia would likely recognize. She was Shan Shih Shen, one of the dorm RA's. More importantly, though, she was the daughter of Chun Shih Shen, the founder and CEO of Shen Securities, a worldwide security company. The regularly made the list of Top 100 Companies in the world and probably had a profit higher than the entire GDP of the Kanto region. Shan held herself with the same dignity and poise that Lydia did, but there was something more to her. Something predatory in her gaze that said she was knowledgeable in more than business sense and she wasn't afraid to use it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pokemon: Academy Life [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JoanieSappho</strong> on <strong>07-08-2016, 12:58:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t295/JoanieSappho/Sabine_zps4an3ixvl.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Sabine Lane<br><strong>Location:</strong> Academy Concourse<br><strong>Activity:</strong> Looking for Solaine, saying hello<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Bridgette, Lydia, Miki<br><strong>Other:</strong> N/A<br><br>Solaine returned Bridgette's greeting with a little wave of her free paw and a few cheerful noises of her own, before her eyes fell onto the three fire pokemon. And, as much as her skull-covered face was able to show, she smiled and chirped out at them. The way the pokemon's posture and tone shifted, made it fairly clear to even a casual observer that the Marowak was quite clearly looking for a fight.<br><br>Her trainer, on the other hand, just as clearly had started to get worried about her suddenly absent pokemon. Sabine knew there was some sort of Academy starting ... thingy that they were meant to attend, but the main worry was that she had no idea where her Marowak, who she still saw as the scared little Cubone Solaine had once been, was. Fortunately her pokemon were rather more calm than Sabine was, and her Growlithe soon nudged her in the right direction. And into Lydia's shoulder, which prompted a quiet, distracted apology from the Kalosian before she spotted her wayward child.<br>Pokemon.<br>She got those two concepts a little confused at times.<br><br>"There you are!" Probably to the Marowak's embarrassment, not that much could be seen once Sabine swooped in and pulled her pokemon into a hug, Sabine quickly started to scold Solaine for wandering off as she had before she abruptly realized that there were people around. <br>"Ah, I ... hi." She looked a little embarrassed herself, although not as much as the Pokemon that, despite its expression made no move to pull away from her trainer's hug. "I'm sorry if Solaine here bothered you. She gets a bit too ... eager when she sees something she wants to fight." She glanced down at the offending pokemon, her expression sharp, if affectionate. "She needs to learn to be a bit more patient."<br>Solaine grumbled quietly in response to that comment while, behind her, her Growlithe had started sniffing curiously at Lydia's Cyndaquil.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pokemon: Academy Life [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>09-08-2016, 19:23:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/lydia_zps2qmik9zp.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Lydia St. Madeleine<br><strong>Location:</strong> Academy Concourse<br><strong>Activity:</strong> Arriving in Style<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Victor, Bridgette, Lydia, Miki, Sabine, Open<br><hr><br>At the sound of Shen's voice, Lydia let off a quiet hissing sound as, in fact, she had crossed paths with the girl more than a few times before. And that those times had not gone swimmingly well. "Hmm... I suppose if doing things for myself makes me better than <em>her</em>..." was the only confirmation that either Miki or Bridgette got. Perhaps she would have gone on a bit more, but she was suddenly distracted as a Marowak suddenly knocked into her. "Oh..." When the Kalosian picked up her pokemon and apologized, Lydia "graciously" accepted, noting, "Well... control isn't necessarily an easy thing to establish." Embra for her part, let out a few startled "Quil!"s when the Growlithe started sniffing her, but simply hopped back into Lydia's arms rather than taking more offensive action.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pokemon: Academy Life [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pdragon</strong> on <strong>10-08-2016, 07:43:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1204.photobucket.com/albums/bb410/pdragon619/jojo/jojo15_zps6phbu3v0.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Mariko Kimari "Mari-Mari"<br><strong>Location:</strong> Academy Concourse<br><strong>Activity:</strong> Dancing obliviously<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Victor, Bridgette, Lydia, Miki, Sabine, Lydia (in passing) - Diana<br><strong>Other:</strong> Current Track: Childish Gambino - The Palisades (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uW_ysmivrFU&amp;list=PLHJjrb92fgs3rDnfhNAZ3m1zEq6PpJcdx&amp;index=160&amp;shuffle=48)<br><br>Team: Pangoro, Machoke, Sharpedo, Riolu<br>"common tongue" - "Kalosian (i.e. french)"<br><hr><br>As the various bombastic personalities drew and dispersed great crowds like the rising and falling of waves, one student happened to stand out for being somewhat...detached from the scenes playing out around them. Clad in a modified uniform that seemed to scream "delinquent" and rocking a pompadour with far more confidence than she should the young woman, Mariko Kimari, star member of the infamous Go Star Gang, bobbed and weaved her way through the crowd of fresh students, eyes closed and head and hips swaying from side to side, clearly lost in her own little world. "Love...don't...really happen..." she song softly under her breath, the impressive looking headphones around her ears pumping smooth R&amp;B directly into her brain, the girl popping and flicking her arms in a variety of odd and daring poses as she walked. With her eyes closed and so deeply lost in her own rythm is was a miracle she managed to navigate her way around with so many people scattered about. In a way it was almost like a sixth sense, and as she approached the small ragtag group of trainers this extra sense seemed to kick in double time, the delinquent masterfully twirling around the main cast with ease, brushing past Bridgette, the <em>second</em> best martial artist in Kalos, without so much as sparring her a glance.<br><br>Of course that string of good luck eventually came to an end, as a small twist, jerk, and jive in just the wrong position caused the oblivious audiophile to collide straight into an innocent passerby, "Ah crap going down!" she muttered as she started to fall back, only to miraculously stop herself mid fall with just the strength of her legs, ending up bent back in an almost 90 degree Neo pose, "Haha! Big save!" she cried confidently, smoothly rising back upright, smoothing down the sides of her hair to make sure her hairstyle was immaculate and untarnished, "Oi! You alright?" she asked, sliding one of her head phones down as she finally turned her attention to the person she had bumped into, "You should be more careful, it can be dangerous if you don't look where you're going" she said with a smirk, not a single hint of irony in her voice, "don't worry, I won't press charges this time though" she added with a cheeky, playful grin. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pokemon: Academy Life [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadowfox</strong> on <strong>11-08-2016, 09:03:59</strong>
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				Diana had quickened her pace somewhat on her way back to the main square. She was having to make up for the lost time at the dorm and the added weight of the damnable heavy sack. Diana was not a stranger to hard work, but she was no athlete either and with her smaller frame the sack was begging to hurt her shoulder quite a bit. Diana cursed the beat up sack as she closed in on her goal. Once she got their, it would be a small matter to set the offending item on the ground and let her shoulder rest for a bit. As the pain started to slow her down near her goal, she once again closed her eyes and focused. Years of intense psychic training had taught her to do things like block out pain and distractions. She set the image of the crowd ahead and counted the exact number of steps it would take to reach the furthest bystander so as to avoid impact. Her plotted trajectory was a straight line from current point and so she should not run into any obstacles as long as no hidden variables were in place.<br><br>However what the genius had not foreseen was a certain headphone wearing girl weaving in and out of the crowd. A girl who happened to swerve around the furthest bystander at just the precise moment that Diana hit her final step and was opening her eyes. As the two collided and Diana was sent unceremoniously to the ground below, her thought was "<em>Damn, I somehow miscalculated.</em> The nerdy girl crashed to the floor hard, with her worn sack spilling open and books sliding across the concrete. Worse though was that she hit with enough impact that her glasses fell off and skittered a few feet from her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pokemon: Academy Life [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pdragon</strong> on <strong>14-08-2016, 19:01:44</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1204.photobucket.com/albums/bb410/pdragon619/jojo/jojo15_zps6phbu3v0.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Mariko Kimari "Mari-Mari"<br><strong>Location:</strong> Academy Concourse<br><strong>Activity:</strong> Dancing obliviously<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Diana<br><strong>Other:</strong> Current Track: Childish Gambino - The Palisades (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uW_ysmivrFU&amp;list=PLHJjrb92fgs3rDnfhNAZ3m1zEq6PpJcdx&amp;index=160&amp;shuffle=48)<br><br>Team: Pangoro, Machoke, Sharpedo, Riolu<br>"common tongue" - "Kalosian (i.e. french)"<br><hr><br><br>When Mariko's eyes fell upon the girl's prone body, her expression suddenly shifted, "Oh my god!" she exclaimed in shock, suddenly chuckling nervously as she scratched the back of her head, "Heheh, maybe I over did it a little..." she muttered in Kalosian, her speech natively fluent despite her accent suggesting more of a Kanto or Hoenn background. It seemed she had been a bit careless, which was par for the course when it came to Mariko. However she hadn't expected the girl to get sent flying so hard it knocked her glasses off. Though despite the seriousness of the situation, it filled Mariko with a strange sense of pride, the fact that her martial arts had progressed to the point where she could defeat opponents without barely touching them. Could it be that her body had truly become a deadly weapon? <br><br>"Uh...sorry 'bout that" she muttered, leaning down to grab the girl's glasses before hooking an arm around the girl's waist and hefting her up to her feet as well, "I suppose you can call this one of those random encounters eh? Hey since we bumped into each other we should probably have a battle or something eh?" she said, flashing a cheeky grin as she helped dust off the girl's uniform, "Just kidding, wouldn't want to rough ya up twice in a row like that. The name's Mariko Kimari, though feel free to call me Mari-Mari for short" she said, introducing herself with a short bow. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pokemon: Academy Life [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JoanieSappho</strong> on <strong>14-08-2016, 19:25:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t295/JoanieSappho/Sabine_zps4an3ixvl.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Sabine Lane<br><strong>Location:</strong> Academy Concourse<br><strong>Activity:</strong> Saying Hello<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Bridgette, Lydia, Miki<br><strong>Other:</strong> N/A<br>Sabine paused and gave the rich girl a little look, not entirely sure if her comment about control had been insulting to her (in which case she wouldn't mind), or to her pokemon. (Which she most definitely <em>would</em> care about.)<br><br>"There's a difference between having control and not letting your pokemon have some freedom," she responded eventually. Tilde, a little sad that the other fire type didn't seem to want to play, padded over to the quiet human. She seemed to be in some sort of distress, so the Growlithe gently nudged her head against Miki and wagged her tail in what she hoped was a comforting manner. Or a manner that would invite being petted, the Growlithe wasn't too fussy about such things.<br><br>"Before we get in too many fights out here, though," Sabine continued with another little glance at Lydia. "I do think we need to go in and ... well, something seems to be happening over there." She shrugged towards where the majority of the other students were being steered towards some sort of address or ceremony.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pokemon: Academy Life [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>16-08-2016, 19:07:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/lydia_zps2qmik9zp.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Lydia St. Madeleine<br><strong>Location:</strong> Academy Concourse<br><strong>Activity:</strong> Being Lydia<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Sabine, Victor, Bridgette, Miki, Open<br><hr><br>Lydia made a regal glance over to the area in question. "So indeed it does - I suppose you are right. Come along then." And with nary a thought - and certainly none on what opinions Sabine may have on the issue - she took the Kalosian by the hand and began taking her over to the orientation, Embra scrambling around to perch precariously on the heiress's shoulder. Whether this marked that Lydia considered her a friend, or rather a vassal, or most likely both, remained to be seen. She added "Are the rest of you coming as well?" with an aside over her shoulder as she pushed her way through the crowd to the front where she assumed that she naturally belonged.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pokemon: Academy Life [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissFire</strong> on <strong>16-08-2016, 21:31:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1113.photobucket.com/albums/k512/MissF1R3/ArtemisFalkmore_zps6v0v2idu.jpeg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Headmaster Falkmore<br><strong>Location:</strong> Main Concourse<br><strong>Activity:</strong> Giving A Speech<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br><strong>Other:</strong> Falkmore's Theme: Jack-A-Dandy (https://youtu.be/MaBwDzONtq0), Verrater's Theme: Spider Dance (https://youtu.be/3U3TMMLHMpU)<br><br>Bridgette turned and eyed Mari as the other Kalosian brushed by her. A look of recognition washed over the ashen-haired girl's face and she opened her mouth to say something, but was interrupted by an announcement from staff. The staff members were saying that the welcoming ceremony was taking place and students should begin gathering at the steps. Everyone started heading that way, so she followed.<br><br>Up on the top of the steps stood a tall and refined-looking man with white hair and a neatly trimmed white beard. He was an older man with a weathered appearance and laugh lines by his eyes and mouth. He stood with his hands clasped behind his back. Just behind him and to his left was a slender man with a labcoat and a brace (http://i1113.photobucket.com/albums/k512/MissF1R3/Steven_zps5tcysmub.jpg) who seemed a bit anxious to leave, if the tapping of his foot was any indication. To the refined man's right and just behind him were Lark, Shan, and Samuel. Lark had her arms folded across her chest and looked rather bored. Shan had her hands clasped behind her back, chin up, looking very regal (or pompous, depending on your viewpoint). Samuel was sitting on the top step, looking ready to fall asleep. Seeming blissfully unaware of all of this was Falkmore, smiling and waiting for the students to settle. Once they did, he began.<br><br><em>"Hello!"</em> he said in a surprisingly chipper tone for a man with a deep voice and imposing build. He lifted his hand and smiled. He needed no microphone to make certain he was heard. His voice filled the air and reached every student. The gathered students fell quiet. Falkmore frowned a moment, then lifted his hand again.<br><br><em>"I said hello, lads and ladies! When someone greets you, greet them in return! So I say; HELLO!"</em> he said, loudly.<br><br>This time, a few students answered back. A couple waved. Some of the returning students laughed. Falkmore seemed pleased with this. He smiled again and clasped his hands behind his back once more. He spoke in a loud and booming fashion, excitedly emphasizing key words. <br><br><em>"My name is Ser Artemis Falkmore, I am your headmaster and I am ever your friend and guardian while you attend my academy. It is ALWAYS a pleasure to address young minds. I see gathered before me the SEEDS of the future. Some of you may blossom and some of you may wither on the vine. Some will be the next generation's champions, rangers, scientists, authors, and scholars. Some of you will become a burden on society. It is my job to encourage the former and prevent the latter. I firmly BELIEVE that EACH and EVERY one of YOU has LIMITLESS potential! All you have to do is allow myself and my staff to nurture it."</em> <br><br>He pauses, looking over the crowd.<br><br><em>"But you have to be WILLING to let us help you. We have chosen you because we believe you have the capacity for great good in this world. BELIEVE in yourselves! You CAN make a difference! You CAN be the best, like no one ever was! REACH for your potential and GRASP it! We will give you the tools to craft your own glorious path in life, take them and use them! Strive ever for greatness, my students, and the possibilities are LIMITLESS!"</em><br><br>The crowd applauded and cheered. Falkmore smiled.<br><br><em>"Thank you. I am always available for council, students. My office is always open. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to do the boring administrative part of my job!"</em> He laughed. <em>"Allow my capable assistant, Professor Verrater, to get on with the ceremony."</em> Falkmore smiled and waved to the man in the labcoat. He waved to the crowd again and departed. <br><br>Steven Verrater hobbled up to the edge of the steps. He moved his mouth, but was unheard over the quiet rumbling of the crowd. He sighed. He motioned to a staffer, who ran up with a microphone. Steven tapped it and feedback made him cringe and the crowd jump. He smiled faintly.<br><br><em>"Uh.. sorry,"</em> he spoke in a quiet voice, <em>"Hello."</em><br><br>The crowd yelled 'hello' back at him. He seemed annoyed by this and frowned, pushing up his glasses. He opened his mouth to continue by saying 'hello' again but thought better of it in time and instead skipped ahead.<br><br><em>"I'm Professor Steven Verrater. I'll be handing out dorm assignments for new students. Returning students, you may head to your rooms and unpack. Your class schedules will be on your desks as per usual."</em> He waited for the older students to file out before continuing, <em>"New students, at the Academy we pair you up based on a number of criteria. Home region, personality type, major, and so on. We do this to ensure you have to associate and learn to work with someone you might normally disagree with. We want you to work together and foster teamwork and cooperation in every situation. When you get to your rooms you will find a special gift that helps you with this team-building. It is for the good of us all that we work together or we face certain peril."</em><br><br>He seemed to recognize the last bit was a bit grim, so he faked a smile and cleared his throat. <em>"Uh... yes. Anyway,"</em> he waved to the three RA's, <em>"...these are your RA's; your residency advisors. They're here to help you fit in. You can see them if you have any questions. They are.. Lark Enciel..."</em><br><br>The crowd erupted into applause and cheers. Lark grinned and raised her hands, waving and shouting thanks in the bubbly tone that Diana knew was fake. When the crowd settled again, Steven continued.<br><br><em>"...Uh.. yes. She's the RA of the first floor for you ladies. Next we have miss Shen here, the RA of the senior floor,"</em> he said, motioning to the green-clad young woman. She only offered a curt nod. Nobody applauded. Steve continued, <em>"Lastly, the RA of the boys floor, Samuel Serif. Sam?"</em><br><br>Sam was asleep with his head tucked against his chest. Steven frowned hard at this, his mouth a grim line. He cleared his throat but Sam didn't move. Lark kicked him sharply in the side. He yelped and looked around, eyes wide, almost as if he didn't know where he was. The crowd laughed. He grinned sheepishly and waved. Steven adjusted his glasses, a clear sign of his irritation.<br><br><em>"...We have a special rule here. If you can beat one of the RA's in a pokemon battle, you can have their room for a year. The RA rooms are larger, private, and feature their own bathroom and kitchen."</em> The crowd murmured in excitement. Steven leaned in to the mic and uttered in a dark tone, <em>"...do not challenge them. You won't win."</em><br><br>He crowd seemed to snap out of it's excitement, eyes looking up at the professor. He met the gazes back with an uncharacteristically hard glare.<br><br><em>"...You won't."</em> he said, reassuring everyone, "But try if you like." He cleared his throat and leaned back again. <em>"Now, without further ado.. the pairings will be.."</em> And so it went, the professor announcing the roomate pairs and the rooms they'd be in. Students filed out one by one, heading to their rooms and to meet who they'd be spending the coming years with.<br><hr><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><em><span class="bbc_u">Pairings</span><br>Lydia St. Madeline and Bridgette LeFeu in Room 1A<br>Sabine Lane and Mariko Kimari in Room 1C<br>Diana Solan and Miki Foret in Room 1D<br>Oliver Finch and Victor Cypress in Room 2E</em></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pokemon: Academy Life [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadowfox</strong> on <strong>17-08-2016, 08:20:54</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong> Diana Solan<br><strong>Location</strong> Academy Concourse<br><strong>Tagging</strong> Mariko Kimari "Mari-Mari"<br><strong>Other</strong> N/A<br><br>Before Diana could even sit up and rub her backside the athletic young woman who put her on the concrete was yanking her to her feet. The grip was strong and sure and her limited body weight was negligent to the martial artist. Diana's brain went into analysis mode instantly, strong muscles, good control, hands are calloused, firm center of balance, and aggressive stance and hairstyle. <em>"Clearly she is some form of martial fighter, perhaps she will have fighting type pokemon, her trainer style might be aggressive and fast as well."</em> <br><br>She blinked when the girl challenged her to a fight right after accidentally bumping into her. <em>"Either she is joking and making light of the situation, or this girl is very brash and impulsive."</em> "As we have about thirty-two seconds left before the opening speech is scheduled to begin I don't think this would be the best time for a battle."<br><br>Proving a point of punctuality, the headmaster began to address the students almost as soon as she finished her statement. Diana nodded to the other girl and turned her attention to the podium where the speech was being given. She carefully studied the headmaster his assistant and each of the RAs. After the second gave his speech and announced dorm assignments she took note of each of the pairings. <em>"So I will be living with Miki Foret it seems."</em> She closed her eyes once more and went through her mental database of known psychics and was satisfied that Miki Foret was not on the list. Then she opened her eyes and looked to the other girl again just in case another challenge was issued now that the speech was over.<br><br>(http://pokecharms.com/data/attachment-files/2016/07/338141_trainercard-Diana_Solan.png)
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