Sutoratosu

I do believe that up to this point, you've found and already listed all the possible alternate scenarios featured in the plot so far... but who knows? maybe someone else has found something?

What day of the week does he appear? I'm might try to test this out with my own metagross

yeah, it should. Clear body prevents all stat loss caused by an opposing pokemon's attack or ability. or at least that's what it's supposed to do

So, Anyone else still interested/ willing to bear with me? I can understand if no one else wants to at this point... after all, I did change the damn thing three times.. But this is the final form. Of that, I am absolutely certain this time, and I WILL go through with it this time if there's enough interest left I don't have any other urgent projects this time around to take me away from working on this. so... anyone else still game?

"This is my rifle. There are many like it, but this one is mine. My rifle is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. My rifle, without me, is useless. Without my rifle, I am useless. I must fire my rifle true. I must shoot straighter than my enemy who is trying to kill me. I must shoot him before he shoots me. I will... My rifle and I know that what counts in war is not the rounds we fire, the noise of our burst, nor the smoke we make. We know that it is the hits that count. We will hit... My rifle is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strength, its parts, its accessories, its sights and its barrel. I will keep my rifle clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready. We will become part of each other. We will... Before God, I swear this creed. My rifle and I are the defenders of my country. We are the masters of our enemy. We are the saviors of my life. So be it, until victory is America's and there is no enemy, but peace!" -Rifleman's Creed, originally drafted by Major General William H. Rupertus

shades powerplant. go through the side wings and you'll eventually come to a locked door in the back. that is where you use the key. inside that room is Rotom, I beleive. and in there you can also evolve certain mons like Magneton and Nosepass

The first time I saw this ugly bastard: All I said was "Yolo!" and rushed forward, thinking I got this covered... a minute later, He literally stomped my ass and took me out in a single hit...

^A single bolt of lightning is also 3x hotter than the sun. 95% of all matter in the universe is actually invisible. It's called Dark Matter. The mass of the entire earths atmosphere is estimated to be 5.5 quadrillion tons.

Just checking, but do we have an ETA for when a demo of this will be ready?

I wouldn't go pegging Mr.Bigglesworth's ability to speak English on the Meteors trying to fuse him with a human. perhaps a mind swap or something, but actually gene splicing to form a new creature entirely? we really don't have evidence of that, considering that during the fight, Bigglesworth looks just like any other Garbodor... and god knows what they might have done to him with that Pulse machine...

Actually, this would be pretty cool if you could manage it. I see that you at least considered my advice for Vero's outfit. Kudos on both him and Kuro.

if you're really sturggling, try getting an Ekans and raising it up to level 36 (the level at which it will learn Gastro Acid) after that, evolve it, then you can use GA to neutralize Pulse Muk's Protean ability. (Ekans can be found in the grass around the grand hall, IIRM)

It's an interesting idea, but the work that would be required for implementing it ... Maybe it could be something like a post-game Easter egg of sorts, since I really can't see this particular concept going into the canon story of Reborn itself, given the way the plot has unfolded thus far in the game. maybe have it as some sort of post champion challenge with a reward of some type?

Murdoc & Snap "Nothing besides just standing back and watching," Muya said. she grabbed Aaron and dragged him behind her as she glided back over to Eric's cot. she seized the young man by the right wrist, looking him in the eye, deadly serious. "Place your right hand on his shoulder," she ordered. "Why?" Aaron asked. apparently, he still felt like being a bit difficult. Muya simply replied by grabbing the boy by the nape of the neck and forcing him to look at just who was lying in the cot. His eyes lit up with surprise as he noticed that for the first time... it was an old friend of his... Eric. Aaron slapped muya's hand off of him, reaching down and doing just as she had told him to. he quickly found the wound that the young man was sporting, and positioned his right hand over top of it, as if applying pressure, which at this point was beginning to become necessary again... "Like this?" he asked. "Yes," Muya said "Now focus." "I am focusing." Aaron said. "No your not," Samiel interjected "You're still being difficult" His words seemed to spur the youth to shut his mouth for now. he concentrated on his palm and Eric's wound, just to shut the both of them up. a few moments passed, then a faint blue glow issued from under his palm as electrical arcs began to course along the back of his hands. there was a strange tingling sensation there as he concentrated harder, the glow growing more intense. "what now?" he asked Muya "Tell the Omega to heal him," she said "It's not much different than using Magick." Aaron returned his attention to the task at hand... like using magick? alright... seems simple enough. He tapped into all the anatomy lectures Samiel had given him over the years, willing the Omega to first mend the shattered bones in Eric's arm and shoulder, then radiating his focus outwards after that, piecing the torn muscles and ligaments back together and rebinding them to the bone. it wasn't long before he moved on to repairing the artery that had been severed by the bolt... and then Eric was fine. He removed his hand from his friend's shoulder, now there was not even a trace that he'd ever been injured besides a hole torn in his shirt... and a heavy amount of blood staining on the cot and Eric's clothing. He took a step back, looking down at his hand. a strange symbol was still pulsating with deep blue light there. It faded after a few seconds. Aaron was a bit surprised at how well that had gone. He'd completely reversed the injury, hadn't even broken a sweat doing it... if these "Primal Keys" he'd been given could do this...who knows what else might be possible with them? He let his hand drop back to his side as Eric began to stir on the cot. "Oc...Octavia...?" he called weakly

since it the settlement was founded largely by americans, I think it's reasonable for their to have been a few people hailing from central america inside the Colony ship too, so sure, having someone be the descendant of a Brazilian- American would be fine... or just a straight Brazilian descendant, if that's more your cup of tea... America's borders aren't exactly "Uncrossable" if ya catch my drift... and there would've been a few opportunities for peeps to sneak on-board those ships fifty years ago without having to be on the Roster and approved first... And for the second question, They actually can't Close the gates now that their opened... they can't figure out how. so for the first few chapters, Players will be able to come in after the initial group, as "Reinforcements" if needed. but there might be a point in time where the Something closes the gates behind the players already inside, at this point, new party members won't be allowed any longer (I don't know when exactly I'm going to have the Gates close, it honestly depends on the situation at hand. though it probably won't be at least until half-way through the second chapter.)

The suits will be fairly hard to damage due to the protective field surrounding them. that said, if an enemy were to somehow say... disable said field, and then compromise the suit, then yes, one would die from being infected in such a situation. think of the suits protective field as health, like in a video game. I will be devising a system to keep track and let players be aware of how much more the shield can take before it breaks and they enter the danger zone. probably in the form of either actively updating at the bottom of each update post I make. (And yes, the suits fields will regenerate over time.) EDIT: I have added information about these protective sheilds in the OP now

IN THE PAPAL ALTER Stratos stood silently as the Knight addressed him with a sour tone to match his words. there was a flicker of something in his eyes just then... it was anger. The black and white electricity beginning to course down the length of his Spear proved as much. "Worthless little fuck..." He thought to himself as he glared at Darius. "You're damn lucky that Rossephus wrecked my arm..." He refrained himself from voicing these thoughts, but they were plain as day on his face. Boho saw the rage beginning to rise there, and cast a glance at Atton, whom promptly moved behind Stratos, ready to hold him back from striking anyone dead if necessary... afterall, it wouldn't be very good for their cause to go killing off potential allies just because they didn't know when to hold their tongues sometimes...

Alright. Let me start of this thing by saying this: You know that Idea I proposed to you all a month ago? ISP? yeah, no. That as it was is now dead, meaning even though it passed trial by fire, I simply had too much work at the time to really focus on it. so it went to the back bunner for a while. and while it was on the back-bunner in my mind, it transformed into something different. into something else. well, fast forward to now, and some of the work I had early with other projecs such as Sugre Story or PSS has cleared up. and I have the time to really pay actual attention to this. before we begin, let me present a changelog: Things that have been 86'd: (Removed entirely) Psycho-kinetic abilities The Rift Rifters Philotic theory Lost souls virus pretty much everything else in the old story that was planned so there, in a sense, the idea I'm about to present to you all is what ISP has evolved into in the time that I left it idle in my head: Prologue: 2500 years ago, Mankind embarked on a voyage. A voyage that was spurred by the deterioration of the Earth's climate. The winds howled with blistering heat, The Seas boiled and the Ice Caps melted and the lands were flooded. And so Man, knowing his death on the world to be imminent, turned to the stars for salvation... he cast his fate up to the heavens, in hopes of being able to carve out a better future. And so it was that the Exodus occurred. Seven Ships were built with Man's remaining resources. they were massive, able to hold many. they were equip for people to live on them for decades and centuries if needed. And these seven ships were boarded and sent into the heavens. And then Mankind, those who were left behind, accepted their fates. And then the Earth finally burned out. the Earth became a Dead World. But the Memory of Earth lived on. The Seven seeds of Earth lived on. they were known as "The Generation Arks" 100 years ago, the last of these Generation Arks finally found a habitable world. The ship had traveled for over two millenia, only held together by the boons of Relativistic travel, bestowed by maintaining a speed near that of light itself. inside the Ark, only two generations had passed. some of those who were alive to watch as they left the Earth's atmosphere now stood on the soil of a Different world. A new Home. a new Earth... A Second Chance. And they took this second chance in stride. they left their ship behind, and began to scout their new domain, over the years setting up a small settlement not far from their original landing site. And he named this Settlement "Esperanza" and he named his new world "Reamica". The World of Reamica was large and diverse. a band of thick forest ran across the middle of the globe, with cold, frigid Deserts and shifting sands to the far north, thick, humid jungles far to the south. An Ocean lies somewhere on the planets face, but as to wear, no one has any Idea. Much land has been explored since the Esperanzans arrived a century ago. But the planet remains vast, it's greatest secrets still unknown. it has been 100 years, and yet there is still only one human settlement on the planet. Expeditions by Scientist are not uncommon in the era. And it was during one of these Expeditions, far to the south, where the forest grows densest before becoming complete jungle, that the greatest discovery in the Settlement's history was made... They were ruins; Proof that someone or something had been there before them, some unknown sentient life. Teams are sent in, and what they find within the ruins are astounishing.... A place of Beauty and pure majesty... a Massive Garden . along with a thriving Eco-system eerily similar to one that might have been found on earth long ago. The Garden is soon named... Eden. And within Eden, Two heavy set metal Doors are found. Their faces bearing complex glyphs and symbols and runes. These doors are soon named "The Gates of Eden". they are huge, ten meters high and eight meters wide. and they are completely immobile. Several weeks pass since the Gates discovery. heavy research is conducted around the clock, trying to decipher the glyphs, and if possible, get the Gates open... and one day, they find the latter of their goals. They find the opening mechanism. The Area beyond the gates is a stark contrast to the Gardens of Eden. Cold, Grey, Seemingly lifeless. Countless peices of machinery lie within, strange and alien. humming, but their purpose unknown. Teams of Exo-biologist and Engineers are sent in... and disaster soon strikes. all Scientist who were sent beyond the gates soon fall ill to a mysterius pathogen and dying... it is a Virus. and it soon begins to spread throughout Ezperanza. A pandemic has blazed to life. Exo-Biologist and Genetic Scientist are unable to devise even a vaccine, much less a cure... The Virus simply proves to be too adaptable, mutating easily to survive. Left with little choice, Quarantine is declared. only one hundred years after it's founding, and all ready Esperanza is facing possible destruction. The preventative measures can only slow down the spread, not stop it. Time is ticking away slowly. There is little choice: someone must go back beyond Eden. it is were the virus came from, and therefore, perhaps that is where the cure lies as well. The team is put together. the Strategy and protocols are drafted. The Exo-suits go on... You are a member of the team. you are one of the heroes fighting to find a cure... fighting against time itself. You are one of the ones... Who must go beyond Eden. there's the exposition. now for a few player related details: There won't be any "Powers" in this RP. for once, players will have to rely on skills and cunning and intelligence in order to survive what awaits them in the story. In place of "Powers" players will be able to choose "Skills" that their character's may have. these are still in the works, but currently I plan to allow for up to three skills to be held by a PC. their will be a list from which choices can be made. (they will be things like Sniping, Dechipering, Hacking, etc...) Yes, There other races present in the story... BUT only humans will be playable. this is non-negotiable, just like it is in my other two RPs. The year of the story, by our measurement of time, is approximately 5021 C.E. "The Exodus" occurred in approximately 2421 CE There will be various enemies, but my lips are sealed on the matter. just know that you will find varying degrees of resistance as you travel further beyond Eden. Before you go whining "But, Stratos, What if we get the virus!?" let me make this clear, those Exo-suits provide sealed environments for the Human body. you'll be wearing them the entire time you are Active beyond the Gates. THEY WILL PREVENT INFECTION FROM THE VIRUS. the only way to contract it is if you were to be stupid enough to take them off. that said, they're will be some areas where the virus is not active. these will be known as safe zones, and you will be able to remove your suits with impunity. don't expect me to be too nice about where I place them though... The area beyond Eden's gates leads deeper and deeper beneath the planet's surface the further in you go. For the most part, Players will be working together as a team in the story. Players will have "Shields" in this RP. "Shields" are the protective force-fields generated by the Exo-suits you all will be wearing. think of them like Health in a video game. The shield is not unbreakable, if it takes a harsh beating, it will fail. and if it fails, then the suit can be compromised and allow the virus in... and I'm sure you all can imagine how that ends. "Shields" will regenerate over time so long as no damage is taken for a certain period. Also, as a note: The Generation Ark that landed on Reamica was inhabited mainly by descendants of Americans (The ships were all built simultaneously during "ISP" which now stands for the "International Star Project" there were seven countries apart of ISP, the treaty authorizing the project had the condition that all members of the Project would share resources for building, and that there be one ship for each nation.) so the culture in Esperanza is largely influenced by American culture. Alright. there it is. This is surprisingly what ISP became when I neglected it for several weeks. So, any questions? anyone interested in this new evolved form of the story?

IN THE PAPAL ALTER... (Kenny, Supernovae, Chimchain, and Sinbad's group) Stratos watched as this new group burst onto the scene... some of them were just damn insolent. one of the men, a Turk, was either incredibly brave or incredibly stupid. another man, a knight, seemed to be another of those moronic superstitious types; the types who would fling shit and flaming pitch at him whenever they learned what his real identity was... yeah, working with this one would be fun... like hell it would. The Sniper seemed to be the most level-headed and sensible man in the group of four, though this could easily be explained by him appearing to be a decade or so older than any of his young cohorts. Stratos decided right then and there that he was going to ignore the other three fellows since they'd been so disrespectful right off the bat, and address any questions and answers he might have to the Sniper alone. He did however, make an exception in this rule and glared right at the Turk, still in a fighting stance. "Put the damn swords away," he snarled. "There's no one here who is going to fight you, so stop the act." He then glanced over at Ko'Luki. "And to answer your question," he reached over and took the journal from Trsytane, holding it up for them all to see "I'll get to that after we have a bit of persuasion with our visitors here. since my reputation is complete shit, of course I must offer physical proof for every word that comes out of my mouth" He took a single step forward, intending to hand the Journal to the Sniper for him to read, then he stopped mid stride, remembering the three volatile fools following behind the older man. He turned to Boho, not having to say a single word. Boho got what Stratos was thinking. he stepped forward himself, taking the book from the Sky Slayer and handing it to Sinbad. Stratos was sure that if he himself had done it, then there would've been an attack from someone in the group, so seeing as Boho seemingly knew the leader, he was the best choice to hand him evidence. the Deputy returned to where he was before after handing the journal to Sinbad. Stratos began to explain the significance of the book in his hand. "That is the Journal of Rodac Y. Tactalli," he said "you all should know his name, he was the first high priest of the theocracy. And he was also the first to stumble upon the truth, four thousand years ago, long before I came along and acted on the knowledge he obtained. That journal is his personal account, his diary. it begins during the darkest days of the Nix war, and goes all the way through to his days as high priest, where the account ends abruptly and suspiciously, as if the writer were murdered in the middle of penning the text. you will see what I mean, flip to the last few pages of the journal, that is where the truth lies." ((I have already stated in an earlier post the text that is inside the journal.)) Murdoc & Snap Muya snapped her fingers and a cot appeared before her. "Know him?" she asked rhetorically "I practically taught the boy everything he knows." with that said she stepped out of Matrim's way, giving him space to place Erick down... well, more of glided out of his way, really, and moved to Aaron "Show me your palms," She ordered. Aaron was hesitant at first. "Damn it, boy! If he dies because you're going to bitch and moan abiut how unfair your life is, then I'll take the Primal keys from you and go kill Rossephus myself!" "Go ahead," Aaron said coldly. Samiel glared at the boy. "Divinius!" He roared, as to whose name he was shouting, it was unclear... until Aaron turned and looked at him with a confused look. "Are you...are yelling at me?" he asked "Yes, Divinius," he said "that is your true name, the name I gave you the day you came into the world. Now show her your damn palms, if you don't, you'll be committing murder." Relunctantly, the boy did as his 'father' ordered, showing Muya both his palms. She examined them carefully, as if looking for something, yet unable to find it. She looked over at Samiel, who simply nodded, knowing what to do. The next words that came out of his mouth were cold and in a monotone voice, devoid of emotion. "I never wanted you, you know. that is why I got rid of you." Aaron...no, Divinius shot a harrowing glare at the man, his anger rising "So you did abandon me! You lied, you didn't have any orders then, did you, you bastard!?" as his emotion's rised, however, Muya finally found what she was looking for on the lad's palms, two symbols, one on the Left hand, and one on the right each one glowed with a bright hue, a fiery scarlet for the first symbol, and a dark blue for the second one: She griped the boys wrists, preventing him from moving away. "Set him down!" She again ordered Matrim. the symbols faded away after a few seconds, but that was fine, she just needed to know which hand was bearing which key, and now she did with complete certainty.

You're the one who decided to leave him there at all, so honestly you could've gone and picked him up whenever you wanted. fine by me if you go now.

What's this, someone Interested in Roelplaying? Well, Welcome to reborn. Someone already beat me to the punch, but screw it, Ima say my line anyway: If you're ever bored or wanna join our little family of writers, then stop by the RP section here. we're all friendly there... well, most of us. I'm sure you'll be more than welcome

Somewhere on the streets of the White Town District... "So, you say that the Papacy has fallen?" Lucian asked, leaning back nonchalantly against the stone wall of the small trinket shop behind him. his company were gathered around their sudden visitor, guns at their sides, but still ready to fire the moment their lord commander might order them to. Cardinal Morsey's face scrunched in anger as he heard the almost whimsical tone of Lucian's voice... Things were falling apart as they spoke, the Church itself was under attack, and yet to this arrogant officer, it seemed as if he'd just been told something as meaningless as 'Horses go nay.' "Yes!" He called frantically "And from the information I can gather, it seems as though you are the highest ranking officer left alive!" he stepped forward and gripped the man by the lapels, his eyes pleading with him to take this with even a modicum of solemness "You must take over the command and direct our defenses!" The Gun Slinger simply laughed at the old man's baying, shoving him away as he retorted. "Defenses? I see no defenses here, good sir. if what you say is true, this night is already lost." Moresey's face lit up in surprise at hearing these words. "No defenses!?" he shouted in anger "What the hell do you mean 'you see no defenses'? You are the damn defenses! you are a member of the army of the Sky Lord, you swore to defend the faith with your very life!" The Look on Lucian's face remained infuriatingly jocular and playful "alright, Old timer..." he began "Tell me then, If I'm to defend this city, then who, may I ask, am I going to be pitting my life against tonight?" "You'll be pitting your worthless life against ME if you don't start taking this seriously, you little whore son!" "Well... now, Cardinal... that is no way to speak to a man who you are beseeching to defend your fine... religious establishment, now is it?" "I've far fouler things to say, and do, to you if you and your company don't get your sorry asses to the Holy citadel and destroy the Sky Slayer and his cohorts!" At that moment, Lucian's face became quite intrigued. "The Sky Slayer, you say?" he asked "As in, the Stratos Valgiri, man who slew god himself?" "YES!" morsey shouted, his face beginning to turn red with flushed anger. Lucian simply simply stared at the man for a moment, that carefree glint still in his eyes. then the smirk on his mug grew darker. "Wrong Answer." he explained simply. "What are you tal-" Before morsey could even get the sentence out, Lucian had whirled out a small fusil equip with a long barel, one of the lesser known flint lock models, and was pointing it directly inbetween Morsey's eyes. the commander had an unreadable expression on his face as he looked the Cardinal straight in the eyes, soaking up all the fear that was there. "Nothing personal, but..." he pulled the hammer back and fired the fusil, sending a ball of hot lead flying out of the barel and lodging itself deep inside of Morsey's skull. twin trails of blood leaked out of the wound as the man's eyes rolled back and he fell over, dead on the street. Lucian tucked the pistol away in his armor. he glanced down at Morsey's cooling corpse. "I'm afraid that me and my subordinates no longer work for you... and we can't have any loose ends, like a witness to our desertion and betrayal... now can we?" With that said, he turned his attention to his men. "Alright fellows," he called "Time to Shed the colors of the Church Army! We work for the Sky Slayer as of tonight!" The men shifted in their places as they followed his orders, removing their doublets and casting them to the stones of the street before standing at attention before their leader. "Good," Lucian said "Now then, why don't we all go pay a visit to our new employer!" The men all cheered and marched off behind him as the Gun wielder made his way towards the holy citadel... all the while, Lucian was thinking about how interesting things had just gotten. he had never gave a flying damn about the Church or this religion of theirs, he'd only been in this gig for the Myta, and everyone of his men had similar feelings. there they had been, the most disloyal unit in the entire Army, they'd just been waiting for someone to come along and offer them a potentially larger gain. and tonight of all nights, they'd found it. Stratos Valgiri... the men who killed god himself, apparently twice, one might add. By far, he had to be the most powerful thing ever to walk the earth, and where there was power... wealth was usually close by, or at least some potential benefit for service... And Lucian and his little band of Fusil wielding deserters intended to earn what ever benefits Stratos might have to offer them. In the Papal Alter... (Kenny, Super, Chimchain) "Very well then," Stratos nodded as Ko'Luki stated his intentions to fight alongside him "I am sure that your weapons will be of use to us." as he spoke, his hair noticeably lost a degree of it's white coloration, fading to a dull, Murky grey hue. his eyes began to again flicker, flecks of green beginning to show through the golden glow. Stratos seemed not to notice the change... though Atton and Boho had, and were now exchanging puzzled glances. Sinbad's Group (Hukuna, Dobby, Exlink, Typhlosion) It was not long before the four men managed to find their way through the carnage inside the Holy citadel. needless to say, the place was a complete mess. bodies upon bodies of dead Church soldiers littering every floor, many of them with wounds characteristic of a sword or some type of magick conjuration. but by far, the worst scene was the Central hall of the Citadel. the entire room was covered in a thick layer of soot, the floors and lower parts of the walls and twin staircases were scorched, a gaping crater in floor. hanging from the ceiling was a chandelure which seemed to be hanging by a weakened chain, now held in the air lopsided, several of the candles spilled onto the floor far below and broken. it was almost as if someone had been standing on it... They all made their way up the Papal staircase, soon coming to the door way leading to the roof. they stepped out of the stair well one by one, seeing six men total standing there: A hunter, an Ekarder, and an Alchemist, none of which any of the men recognized. but there were familiar faces here. Gideon could recgonize Atton and Sinbad Boho as the two stood nearby on the floor of the Papal Alter. But there was one man here who stood out amoung the other five... his hair had faded to a murky gray for some reason, but his eyes still retained a golden glow for the most part, though it seemed dimmed... either way, this man matched the desciptions and legends nearly to the letter... Standing there... was none other than Stratos Valgiri, former champion of the lord turned traitor and global criminal... or so everyone had made him out to be over the centuries.