Arcran
2011-11-03, 08:13 PM
None of us liked Sabrina. But none of us realized how she held this city together. We didn’t miss her until she was dead.
2014 A.D. Saffron City
Six months. It’s only been six months since Sabrina died and this city plunged into madness. As soon as she was down, the power struggle began. The Fighters Guild grabbed for power quickly, attempting to eliminate the remains of the Marsh Gym. Our streets turned into a war zone overnight. They’re still fighting. Whenever one seems to gain the upper hand he steps in. The Wildcard. Nobody knows his name. All people know is he dresses as an old school court jester. Nobody knows what he wants or what his angle is. It seems all he wants is perpetual chaos. Between him and the rogue Psychics or other powerhouses, this city isn’t safe for anybody. Worst part is, we’re in quarantine. The Indigo League isn’t letting anyone in or out until this all blows over.
As night falls over the city the sounds of conflicts can already be heard.
The Players
Of the seven Pokemon Centers originally in Saffron, this is the last one free from influence. The Psychics and the Dojo have both taken two and the Wildcard has taken or destroyed all of the others. The mayor has offered this one his protection and several guards stand watch outside, armed with basic weapons although one does have a rifle. The building is filled to capacity with stretchers and impromptu beds as the nurses try to treat everyone. Large Pokemon take up large amounts of space. There has to be at least three thousand people crammed in here with maybe half that many Pokemon. Every single floor is packed with some patients being treated in hallways. You all have gathered here for your various reasons and sit in the lobby, one of the few places in the center not being used for treatment. The mood is grim and the lights flicker occasionally. The power has been like that ever since the Wildcard appeared, there’s rumors that he has somehow taken control of the power sent to Saffron.
Everyone:
Think a modern day hospital, not game Pokemon Center
Abby
Giovanni was very vague in his email, but you are supposed to be here for a meet with a contact. He is running a little late, he was supposed to be here nearly half an hour ago but with the state this city is in that isn’t that big of a surprise. Your tank is hidden safely outside under a piece of rubble that conveniently made an impromptu lean to. Fortunately nobody would dare to touch it since is has Silph Co. sprayed on it, a company that still demands a large deal of respect in this city, even among the criminals.
Roger
You started your vigilante fighting early tonight and, unfortunately, one of the criminals was better with a knife than you anticipated. You are waiting here until a station opens up for you to get some stitches. Although Wilfred, the humble butler of the Silph House, has the skills to patch you up he strongly disproves of your nighttime ventures.
Dudley
The egg you recently acquired seems to not be looking that good. The shell is getting soft and it shakes occasionally. The egg has also been turning it a deeper shade of yellow. You have brought it to the Pokemon Center to see if this is normal or if you should be concerned.
Ross
You have come to the hospital to comfort the injured Pokemon. So far* you are halfway through the ground floor. The current patient is a Raichu with its trainer close at its side, his much larger hand holding the Raichu’s much smaller one. The thing looks like its been shot, the bullet seems to have gone straight through his shoulder leaving a nasty hole.
Reggy
You came to just get your Pokemon patched up. They are all better now, they weren’t hurt too terribly. Seeing that its dark and knowing how bad the streets get at night you have decided to wait it out until morning in here.
Need a background
???(Asd)
You don’t know why you’re here. You don’t know who you are. It would be a good idea to try to remember who you are and what you’ve done.
Need a backstory and name
2014 A.D. Saffron City
Six months. It’s only been six months since Sabrina died and this city plunged into madness. As soon as she was down, the power struggle began. The Fighters Guild grabbed for power quickly, attempting to eliminate the remains of the Marsh Gym. Our streets turned into a war zone overnight. They’re still fighting. Whenever one seems to gain the upper hand he steps in. The Wildcard. Nobody knows his name. All people know is he dresses as an old school court jester. Nobody knows what he wants or what his angle is. It seems all he wants is perpetual chaos. Between him and the rogue Psychics or other powerhouses, this city isn’t safe for anybody. Worst part is, we’re in quarantine. The Indigo League isn’t letting anyone in or out until this all blows over.
As night falls over the city the sounds of conflicts can already be heard.
The Players
Of the seven Pokemon Centers originally in Saffron, this is the last one free from influence. The Psychics and the Dojo have both taken two and the Wildcard has taken or destroyed all of the others. The mayor has offered this one his protection and several guards stand watch outside, armed with basic weapons although one does have a rifle. The building is filled to capacity with stretchers and impromptu beds as the nurses try to treat everyone. Large Pokemon take up large amounts of space. There has to be at least three thousand people crammed in here with maybe half that many Pokemon. Every single floor is packed with some patients being treated in hallways. You all have gathered here for your various reasons and sit in the lobby, one of the few places in the center not being used for treatment. The mood is grim and the lights flicker occasionally. The power has been like that ever since the Wildcard appeared, there’s rumors that he has somehow taken control of the power sent to Saffron.
Everyone:
Think a modern day hospital, not game Pokemon Center
Abby
Giovanni was very vague in his email, but you are supposed to be here for a meet with a contact. He is running a little late, he was supposed to be here nearly half an hour ago but with the state this city is in that isn’t that big of a surprise. Your tank is hidden safely outside under a piece of rubble that conveniently made an impromptu lean to. Fortunately nobody would dare to touch it since is has Silph Co. sprayed on it, a company that still demands a large deal of respect in this city, even among the criminals.
Roger
You started your vigilante fighting early tonight and, unfortunately, one of the criminals was better with a knife than you anticipated. You are waiting here until a station opens up for you to get some stitches. Although Wilfred, the humble butler of the Silph House, has the skills to patch you up he strongly disproves of your nighttime ventures.
Dudley
The egg you recently acquired seems to not be looking that good. The shell is getting soft and it shakes occasionally. The egg has also been turning it a deeper shade of yellow. You have brought it to the Pokemon Center to see if this is normal or if you should be concerned.
Ross
You have come to the hospital to comfort the injured Pokemon. So far* you are halfway through the ground floor. The current patient is a Raichu with its trainer close at its side, his much larger hand holding the Raichu’s much smaller one. The thing looks like its been shot, the bullet seems to have gone straight through his shoulder leaving a nasty hole.
Reggy
You came to just get your Pokemon patched up. They are all better now, they weren’t hurt too terribly. Seeing that its dark and knowing how bad the streets get at night you have decided to wait it out until morning in here.
Need a background
???(Asd)
You don’t know why you’re here. You don’t know who you are. It would be a good idea to try to remember who you are and what you’ve done.
Need a backstory and name