Pokémon: The American League

[Erin]

Welcome, trainers, to the American Pokémon League. A League no different than a pokémon league in any other nation. Well, almost no different.
As with any other league, every trainer is given the opportunity to choose one of three starter pokemon from Professor Dogwood's laboratory in Boston, Massachussetts.
The grass starter is known as peacheep. Its second form is peahera. The third is Junoplume, which changes to the grass and flying type. Male and female Junoplume differentiate in appearance.
The fire starter is emberdillo, which later evolves into incendillo and armablaze. While emberdillo are fire type, incendillo and armablaze are fire and steel type.
The water starter platysquirt, followed by platysplash and platynami, the second two being water and poison type.
What makes the American league stand out from other leagues so significantly is the fact the league is nationwide, rather than divided into smaller regions. Like any other league, trainers are required to gather eight badges (one from each gym leader), face the Elite Four, and ultimately the American Champion.

[Erin]

The United States Pokémon League

The Champion
Wesley Walker

The Elite Four
1 // *Reserved*
2 // *Reserved*
3 // *Open*
4 // *Open*

Gym Leaders

New York City, New York

Steel // *Open*
Gym Members: None So far

New Orleans, Louisiana
Ghost // Elise Schafer
Gym Members:none so far

Las Vegas, Nevada
Electric // *Reserved*
Gym Members: None so far

Honolulu, Hawaii
Fire // *Reserved*
Gym Members: None so far

Juneau, Alaska
Ice // *Reserved*
Gym Members: None so far

San Fransisco, California
Water // Melissa Walker
Gym Members:

Seattle, Washington
Flying // Cecelia Hakiray-Young
Gym Members:None so far

Denver, Colorado

Rock or Ground // *Open*

Gym Members: None so far

Emerson Pharmaceuticals

Executive
Julius Emerson

Employees and Subordinates
Secretaries
Security Guards
Scientists
Janitors
Other

Spectrum
Don Black // *Reserved*
Don White // *Reserved*

1. Commander Red // *Reserved*
2. Commander Orange // *Open*
3. Commander Yellow // *Open*
4. Commander Green // *Reserved*
5. Commander Blue // *Open*
6. Commander Indigo // *Open*
7. Commander Violet // *Open*

Grunts
None so far

Other Characters
United States Pokémon Professor
Dr. Jackie Dogwood (Lab location: Boston, Massachusetts)

Lab Employees
None so far

Trainers
None so far

Breeders
None so far

Pokémon Center Employees
Nurses
None so far
Other
None so far

Pokémon Policemen
None so far

Pokésapians
None so far

Other
None so far

[Erin]

Rules Applying to Posting
-Godmoding (Killing or knocking out another person's character) without the permission of Erin or Luke and that other person is not allowed.
-Powerplaying (Controlling someone else's character without their permission) is not allowed.
-This is a SEMI-LITERATE/Advanced roleplay. This means that we expect you to use proper grammar and the like, but that we don't mind OCCASIONAL typos and such. We will make an exception without question in the event that your keyboard is having problems or something. Also, we would prefer your posts to be at a minimum of about four to five sentences, which we consider to be about a small paragraph, but they don't have to be miniature novellas, especially if your character is just saying "Yes" or "No."
-Submit your character to Luke or Erin and do not post until your character is accepted.
-You may play as many characters as you would like.
-If sexual scenes are necessary, do not describe them. You may reference such an event but you may not do so graphically or include the event as part of the RP.

Rules Applying to the Storyline
-For the most part, the basic restrictions of the pokemon universe apply here. However, considering that this is the real world and not in-game, some rules can be bent. Others can be broken entirely, just like in the Matrix. xP
-You still have up to six slots in your party, meaning that you may not carry more than six pokémon at a time on person. Using the game's logic, you may have more than six pokemon (especially for trainers, who aspire to complete their pokedex), but any pokemon not included in your character's party must be stored in a PC.
-NOBODY gets ANY legendaries to have in their party, not even the ones used in this thread. It kind of ruins the purpose of being legendary, if you ask me :B. Legendaries will be incorporated, but only for plot purposes.
-Pokemon still have a four-slot moveset. However, HMs and "basic" moves no longer exist. Pokemon take the place of animals in this world, and because of that they should already know basic moves at the like naturally without those taking up their slots. For example, if your pokemon has wings, then it shouldn't need to be taught the HM "fly" in order to fly their trainer from one place to another. It should be known naturally to them. If it has claws it doesn't need to be taught how to cut through branches or bonsai. If it can swim it doesn't need to be taught "dive" or "surf". So on and so forth.
The only moves that occupy a pokemon's moveset are special moves, such as flamethrower, ice beam, leaf blade, etc. we will later make a list of moves that do not occupy movesets, or that do, depending on whichever has less.
-Pokésapiens may not train pokémon.
-There are no levels. This is the real world, where trainers are truly evaluated in the skills of their pokemon.

[Erin]

Current Events
Lately, a rumor has been floating throughout the media of a new suspicious pokémon that, when seen, seems to disappear almost immediately, along with a human resident to that area.
Other rumors suggest of a conspiracy theory. Some have made disjointed claims that Spectrum, a supposed crime syndicate, is somehow related to these incidents. While a large portion believe in these theories, for whatever reason, the majority dismisses the claim as nonsense.

However, the eight gym leaders, champion, and members of the Elite Four have been secretly summoned to the Bostonian pokémon laboratory by Professor Dogwood. Why, however, the gym leaders are currently unaware.
The current date is August first, 2050, approximately 9:30 PM EST. The weather in Boston is rainy.

[Erin]

Kechak-kechak...kechak-kechak....
Pitter-Pat...Pitter-Pat...Pitter-Pat, Pitter-pat...
The soft noise of the rain against the window and the gentle vibrations of the subway itself were enough to make Melissa drowsy. The subtle tyrant of sleep was trying to overcome her resolve, and every moment keeping her eyelids from falling was a power struggle. Finally it stopped.
"Sorry about the wait, folks. Welcome to Boston Common."
About Time... the former champion thought, standing up to stretch. Taking a moment for the fuzziness of low blood sugar to go away, she got her bearings, and made what little haste she could muster towards the door of the train. Talk about being jetlagged. Just three hours ahead of California time conked her out faster than the dormouse.
The dank smell of the subway left her with a cool breeze of fresh air, and a few cold drops of rain. Melissa quickly readjusted the hood of her windbreaker, to shield herself from recognition rather than from the rain, and opened her umbrella
I wish I could take Gil out. I could find that place more easily then.... Taking out a pokemon and flying it about would attract a lot of unnecessary attention, so she would have to travel to Professor Dogwood's lab on foot.
Unfortunately, she now realized that she had forgotten how to get there "Crap..." she muttered. With that, she took out a cell phone and texted her brother for the address.
My Bad. Forgot directions again. Mind finding me some?

[Jenn]

Remy dashed onto the train platform, forcing her shoulder into the closing car doors and subsequently stumbling into an elderly gentleman. As the express train noisily powered along towards its next stop, she steadied the man with a solicitous grasp on his arm and an apologetic smile. She sidestepped him on short, slim legs as her eyes darted wildly around the throng exiting the subway station. At 5’3” it was hard to see over most people’s heads, and she didn’t want to attract the attention of her target by jumping up and down like an idiot.

…which would be far less likely to happen if she could find her target,

“Dammit,” she swore under her breath, worrying her lower lip and pulling down the hood of her sweatshirt. She adjusted the shoulder of her backpack before she booked it for the stairs, eager to taste the city air on the surface. Maybe then she could have a better look at the crowd.

As she set foot on the concrete walk at the top of the stairs, her eyes found a familiar umbrella. She ducked her head, a tight-lipped smirk turning up the corner of her mouth. She didn’t bother to pull her hood up – she rather liked the rain splattering her face and the wind that tangled her hair behind her head in a yellow tornado. She pulled her Blackberry out of her pocket and pulled up the directions to Professor Dogwood’s lab. She’d bet ten bucks that her target – Mel – had forgotten them by now.

Following her boss/friend/gym leader to a (for all intents and purposes top-secret) meeting almost three thousand miles across the country probably wasn’t going to get her any brownie points, but the idea of another adventure was just too good to pass up. She’d been doing her research, anyway, and she knew about the crazy rumors flying around. Though she had most of her stake in the Spectrum conspiracy, the ideas flying around in her head were dominated by curiosity. She wanted to know what was up, and the easiest way to sate that desire for knowledge was to sneak in and find out for herself. She didn’t think that whatever Mel found out would be repeated to her employees at the CA Water Gym – not if it was too serious.

She was wrestling with a decision right now. On the one hand, and she’d feel more comfortable this way, she could reveal herself to Mel and have her be pissed for a while. There was nothing Mel could do to keep Remy from sneaking in to the meeting, and the girl liked her well enough, right? On the other hand, she should probably keep her presence under the radar to ensure the safety of her job and her dignity.

Decisions, decisions…

“Hey,” Remy bumped her elbow into Mel’s back after surging forward to catch up with her. “Crazy meeting you here, huh?” She shot the girl a winning grin, hoping to garner a pleasant reaction. “I had no idea you were headed to Boston this weekend, too!”

[Erin]

"Huh? Wha-?"

Mel whipped around at hearing an oh-so-familiar voice, afterwards finding herself only half surprised (and slightly annoyed) to see an oh-so-familiar face.

"Remy?!" she gasped, taking a moment to tuck her seashelled hair wraps under her hood (which were unfortunately, an almost trademark characteristic of the gym leader, and would likely attract attention)

"What are you doing here? I thought I told you guys to keep an eye on things at home!" she sighed, only remembering that it was Remy to whom she was speaking. Nothing could drown that adventurous spirit...that, or maybe something had happened at the gym.

Knowing Remy, however, the first idea was the most likely. Sure, Melissa had told the others that she would be Boston bound for a few days, but she had never told them where she would be. She wondered if Remy simply had a good guestimate of where she would be, or if the woman had tailed her as she jumped from flying on her mantine to riding the trains in no-fly zones. Either way, she wouldn't have been surprised.

"How did you find me? Did something happen at the gym?"

[Luke]

The sharp text message tone pierced through Wesley's jet-lagged reverie as he gazed into the pouring rain outside, and he nearly jumped. He whipped out his phone with the grace of a typically practiced teenager and was at the text message screen in seconds. "My Bad. Forgot directions again. Mind finding me some?"

"Told you so," he said to the rest of the lab. The stern-looking woman and the stern-looking Lucario both looked up. The woman said, "Excuse me?" and he replied, "She's lost."

Professor Dogwood shook her head and Cadenza the Lucario turned away, no emotion visible on her face.

"Sometimes I wonder who was the bigger handful as Champion," the professor muttered just loud enough for Wesley to hear. "Kids these days have no sense of punctuality. Or urgency, for that matter."

Wes made a sarcastic fake laughing sound. "What the real wonder is is how the water-type gym leader of San Francisco manages to get so damn confused in the rain," he retorted. Then again, Mel wasn't exactly the quickest person to understanding things. Sure, she was smart as a tack, but she was slow as a snail when it came to directions or remembering things. He hammered out a quick reply with his thumbs:
you forgot about your phone's gps again, didn't you? lol dipshit i'll send the address
He added the address in about half a millisecond and then the phone vanished into his pocket again. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Cadenza's ears perk up suddenly. She calmly turned around and walked to the opposite end of the room, instead looking out that window. Now her emotions were showing; she looked concerned, and also a bit confused. Wes knew that trying to get her to tell him what was wrong was futile. Her affinity for independence never failed to make him feel inconvenienced, but always worked out better for him in the end. She was the most intelligent pokémon he had ever known, and her worry made him a bit frightened, although he wasn't about to show it.

Come on, Mel, hurry up, he thought to himself. The professor had refused to tell him what she had found until the rest of the League was present, despite her constant reminders of how urgent the matter was. With Cadenza's strange behavior, he was beginning to feel both apprehensive and uneasy, and having eight of the most elite trainers of America in the same room would certainly help calm him down.

[Erin]

Before her co-worker could respond, however, the four beeps and a gentle vibration shook in her pocket.

"It looks like he found them..." Upon staring at the warm and thoughtful you forgot about your phone's gps again, didn't you? lol dipshit i'll send the address

"He still hasn't outgrown the cussing stage..." she muttered. She quickly texted back:

Hey, watch the language. And thanks. I love you.

Melissa was a bit of an absent-minded professor. Despite having maintained decent grades and a good work ethic in her high school years, the San Franciscan could never remember simple things for the life of her, and especially took her time when confronted with directions. After about two minutes of complete silence, Melissa finally figured out how to use her phone's GPS, and took another five to figure out that Professor Dogwood's laboratory was barely a block or two away from where she was now.

"Okay, not so bad..." Melissa simply sighed at her partner's transgression. "Rem, you've come this far...we might as well go all the way. But seriously, whatever the Professor has to say cannot leave the lab. Understand?" She then took a moment to reluctantly readjust her hood, wishing that she could feel the rain without anyone noticing her.

" And please, I know you're excited, but don't do anything that could make us conspicuous. For all we know, this could be pretty bad."
Like that Spectrum group we keep hearing about...

[Erin]

New York City
Emerson Industries
9:30 PM EST
"Will that be all, sir?"

An elderly but tall man in a crisp white business suit had been enjoying a view of the city from the massive window in his tower when he was interrupted by one of his employees. He swiveled around in his chair to see her standing up with almost flawless posture, her pen-dawning hand almost flying across a small note book as she was taking inventory of her superior's orders.

"Ah, yes. We should have more than enough medicine in stock after next month's shipping. You've been an excellent help."

"Excellent Mr. Emerson. Have a good evening."

"You do the same, Ms. Jenkins."

The secretary nodded, pausing for a moment only to adjust her glasses, and then left the founder of Emerson Industries in his office, a place elegant enough to even humble employees with the most sophisticated attires.

Sighing with relief, Julius Emerson couldn't have been happier that he was finally alone. Only now could he finally get to things he considered to be far more important. Of course, his persona was the loving, considerate, generous man who founded his corporation for the benefit of all who loved pokemon. But while his company flourished, having a multi-million dollar industry could barely whet his appetite. It was only now that he could focus on his real goal.

Julius pressed a button underneath his desk, and a small microphone emerged from a port on the side of it. He bent over and spoke into it "Emerson, Julius". The microphone then retracted into the desk, only to be replaced by a smaller instrument. Julius placed his eye on the same level as the instrument, and soon his face, but especially his eye, was laced in an electric blue reflection of what looked like a grid pattern. After the device finished scanning his eye, an ultraviolet projection of a handprint appeared on the touchscreen of which his desk was composed. The man placed his hand on top of the indentation, and it vanished.

"Access Granted." replied an electronic female voice that was empty of all emotion, "Welcome, Mister Emerson ".
Within moments, a series of text boxes materialized onto the screen. Some seemed to be messages, others seemed to be intercepted video feeds from video cameras. Julius lightly tapped a video window labeled "Fenway Park, Boston", which then seemed to project itself off the screen into the third dimension. It was shortly afterwards accompanied by another video feed. The figure in this video was of a man in ordinary clothes, only his face was disguised by a pair of dark sunglasses.

"Identify yourself" Julius stated.

"Superior Green, awaiting command, sir." the man to whom Julius was speaking paused. He held his fist in front of the camera, and upon rolling down his sleeve, exposed the word "Spectrum" embedded in emerald ink onto his arm.

"Has there been any verification about a meeting?" Julius asked

"Yes," said the man on the other side, "A sighting of one of the Walker siblings has been confirmed in the laboratory. He entered approximately at twenty-one hours EST. " the man replied.

"Ah, I see then, that new brat of a champion. Like sister, like brother I suppose. Any other sightings? "

"No, sir. But it appears that they are waiting for something. The message we intercepted definitely confirms that there will be a meeting with the league tonight."

"Excellent. You are dismissed for now, Green, but be sure to stand by."

" Yes, sir. Green, over and out." With that, the video feed disappeared, and the text at the bottom of the projected screen confirmed that the transmission had ended.

Julius grinned and twiddled his fingers. Now it was only a matter of time.

"What are you planning, Jackie?"