Pokemon: Dungeon Adventures || Roleplay Thread

[Cakie !]

>> (anybody up for pair scouting? going together in groups of 2 or 3 can make rp smoother and offer some bonding development)

GUNTHER
aggron - male

Along with the group of misfit Pokemon followed a battlescarred iron-clad Aggron, taking in his surroundings with a bright blue stare. They were finally setting up camp, huh? Permanent, rather than temporary, this time? The buildings around them had once stood tall with pride- now they looked almost sad, slumped and collecting nature's wrath at last. He wouldn't mind making a home in a place like this. Whatever buildings weren't safe enough to stay in could be knocked down from top to bottom to minimize dangerous collapse. Material from within the walls could be utilized for makeshift weaponry and tools, should they find any aggressive native groups. That, and the fact that metal was a large portion of the Aggron's diet.

Gunther hadn't been raised in human captivity, but his mother was. She had been released due to her trainer not being able to afford the care she needed. She had found his father, who was willing to help ease her back into the wild. They ended up falling in love and raising him. A hand lifted, brushing against the tattered cloth tied around his left arm- his last physical memory of them. The warrior wasn't sure what happened to them when disaster fell. Chances are, they were still alive, just separated from him- but that was a long time ago. Gunther understood it was time to move on, and he had done just that.

Pulled from his reminiscing by Timedancer's call, he listened to her every word before offering his gruff reply. "Understood. Would you like me to make individual graves or a mass grave? Should we bury the humans and Pokemon together or separately?" Gunther was a good digger - possibly the best in the guild. He certainly didn't mind a bit of hard work here and there. He was itching to do something.

ADRIEN
umbreon - male

A foul tempered and admittedly tiny Umbreon was dragging his feet at the back of the group. Stupid Timedancer and her stupid shit, making him come along. He didn't want to be in another stupid group. A barely disguised glare was fired at the shiny Gardevoir's back before returning to jet-black paws. His paws were sore. His legs were sore. Everything was sore. Why wouldn't they just let him sit down? Why was everyone here so annoying? Why were they travelling so far? He could name, like, thirty places that they could have stopped and made camp in. But no. Timedancer had to keep going, and drag him along too on her stupid fantasy trip. Adrien didn't want to deal with another group. They were all going to die anyway, so why couldn't they just leave him alone?

When Timedancer announced they were stopping (finally), Adrien flopped on his side with an exaggerated groan. "This place is stupid," he whined. "And I don't want to bury bodies. They're gross and heavy and smelly. Just leave them there. It's their own stupid fault for dying anyway. Bunch of weaklings." He then glared into the distance, purposefully ignoring everybody else.