Rules:
1. Respect your fellow players.
2. Use good writing.
3. This will be rated PG-13. It is preferred that you self-censor strong language, although occasional non-censored words are allowable for emphasis. There will be violence, but don’t be graphic simply for shock value. Basically, use good judgment with this rating.
4. Do not betray the Kids Grid! It may seem silly to make this a rule, but it is the only thing keeping all the players safe from Cipher. Don’t ruin it.
And we begin...
What Is Going On Now.
Posted by Newsboy at 4:47 PM, Friday 8/26
Posted by MonkeyGirl
Posted by Bubbles
Posted by Bluecoat
Posted by Newsboy
Posted by Ccircuit
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Pyrite, police station
The police station was one of the cleaner and more organized places of Pyrite, although it was still rustic and not in the best shape. There were five jail cells that were well-maintained and secure… although the only ones that really got kept in there were drunks being held overnight and enemies of Cipher who weren’t important enough to deal with otherwise. If any goon even partly connected to the criminal ruling group was captured, they would be pardoned and released by the end of the day, if not within a few hours.
And there was little that the Sheriff could do about it openly. Sherles would have liked to be a decent cop who protected the neighborhood. However, Cipher would have things their way, or not at all. Early on, he had tried fighting back legally. They had fought back in a dirty manner and he wasn’t about to live through that hell again. Sometimes, he considered leaving. But that would leave Pyrite fully in Cipher’s hands, and he didn’t want that either.
Now he was down to underhanded techniques himself. Thankfully, it seemed many young people of the region were getting fed up with Cipher too. He came at things through their terms, over the internet, to encourage and guide them. But to get things started, he was doing something he would have never considered when he started in law enforcement: working with a criminal.
Not that the white-haired teen with him seemed like he was trouble. Wes was someone who looked serious and quiet all the time, studying those around him and waiting to speak up with what few words he had. Plus, he was always accompanied by an Espeon and an Umbreon, both well-behaved, well-kept, and quietly devoted to their Trainer. That kind of sign usually accompanied a law-abiding, kindly, and mostly harmless person. Thus, it has completely surprised Sherles to hear what Wes had done in the past. But the boy honestly wanted to change now, and he believed him. So he would keep those secrets and accept his assistance in undermining Cipher.
“You realize that asking Nett to come over in that way might get some others from the board to drop in out of curiosity, right?” Sherles asked.
Wes shrugged. “I was going to post about it later. Doesn’t matter if they find out sooner.” He looked down at his left arm for a moment, causing the Umbreon in his lap to look up at him. It seemed like there was a medical brace under the sleeves of his blue coat, as if he’d broken his wrist recently. But that was far from the truth. “I wouldn’t tell them about this, though.”
“You told me,” the cop pointed out, adjusting his hat.
“You figured it out.” He scratched his Umbreon’s head, causing her to close her eyes in contentment. “But I don’t want to disillusion them.”
Sherles smiled, but there was a bit of bitterness to it. “There isn’t a lot that could do that to the folks around here. Sad but true.”
“I know,” he said, nodding. “But a Pokemon thief is seen on par with a kidnapper, and with good reason.” For a moment, he seemed like he might say something else, but clammed up and looked towards the door.
Very sharp, that Wes. Seconds later, there was a knock at the door, preceding the entrance of a blond haired thirteen year old boy. He had a brown tan like most everyone else in Orre, but his hair and clothes were considerably neater than most boys his age. At his side, there was a small bag with a note book inside. “Good afternoon, Sherles,” he said, smiling.
“Afternoon, sonny,” he said, shaking hands when he came up to the desk. “Wes, this is the son of the Coliseum owner, Nett. And Nett, this is Wes, the one you know as Bluecoat.”
“Hello sir,” Nett said politely, shaking hands with him too. Wes just nodded in reply.
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Pyrite, fortune teller’s shop
It was getting into evening time, meaning that a good number of Pyrite’s citizens were becoming active as the heat of the day began to slack off. All of the shops in town would be coming out of the daily lull, and would be fully busy again in a couple of hours. At the fortune teller’s shop, a girl in brown pigtails was closing down the internet window on the computer near the register. There were only a couple of customers looking at charms and things, so she felt that she would be okay in checking her email and the Kids Grid board.
Not anymore; she could hear it coming closer, that loud dance music. It was some kind of samba or mambo this time, something she wasn’t too sure about the name of. But that kind of music genre around here usually meant one thing: Miror B. was around. He had an addiction to off-beat music, so it seemed, as it was playing all the time when he was walking about town. Actually, some of it was fun and neat, at least in Rui’s mind. But she didn’t think she could stand to hear it all the time.
There was a chance that she was just worrying too much and that his business was elsewhere. Rui picked up her workbook and started doing homework again until one of the customers came over. But then, the music burst into the shop as the Cipher Admin ducked through the doorway to enter. He was already a tall and stick-like man, but to grow an enormous Pokeball colored afro and wear a bright yellow sequined suit with that… Rui supposed that you were going to go around like that, you might as well up the weirdness factor with a Ludicolo groupie packing a big white stereo. The Pokemon itself gave her a grin as it trotted in after its Trainer.
“Always such a distinct smell around here,” Miror B said thoughtlessly. He looked around until he saw Rui. “You there, girl, is Fatina in today?”
“She is,” Rui replied in her usual cheery voice (she did not like him; she was good at hiding it, though). “But you’ll need to make an appointment, as we’re quite bus…”
Miror B. waved at her. “No, no, it’s fine. I’m far too important for her to ignore.”
“More like too noisy,” Fatina said, coming out from the back room along with a customer she regularly saw. He saw the Admin and decided to try avoiding attention by browsing among the shelves. But the old gypsy woman just chuckled. “Honestly, you could raise the dead being that loud, even if you turned your radio off.”
“Oh fine,” he said, waving at his Ludicolo. It turned the radio down, but not completely off. “Fatina sweetheart, we have to talk, just you and me.”
“I’ve been meaning to ask why your thugs have been harassing my students,” Fatina replied. “Fine, come on back. Rui, Tensei, mind the store for a while and apologize to any appointments who come in. Or you could read for them yourselves in the other room.”
“I always thought you were a reasonable sort,” Miror B. said, somehow walking through the aisles without knocking anything over. “Although sometimes it seems like you’ve got a school going on here, what with the young folks coming in all the time.” He and his Ludicolo went into the back room.
A shadow in the floor followed. Good, Rui thought. Fatina’s Gengar would be back there, able to help out if there was trouble. Still, it worried her.
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Agate Village
Agate, the only place in Orre where you could feel soft grass under your feet. The plant life around here was so vigorous that one could smell it everywhere. The winds seemed to be gentler and rain fell almost predictably once a week (on Tuesdays, sometimes Thursdays). However, the rain never moved out of the ‘circle’ of Agate and the plants never grew out of it. It was such a mystery that none had yet cracked.
He wasn’t particularly interested in that mystery, though. There was another that he was supposed to investigate on behalf of Cipher. However, as he stood in front of the main forest entrance, he was reluctant to go on. He wasn’t a religious man by any means, but there was a power that he could feel in his bones coming from further in the forest. And that power clearly yet silently told him that he was not welcome here.
On feeling it, he could understand why others in Cipher had had trouble entering this place too. But then, the villagers here often spoke of it as being a welcoming and protective power. Why it would choose to reject them… there had to be an intelligence behind it. Whether that was proof of the hands (or paws) of a legendary Pokemon was still in doubt, to him anyhow.
He would have to go in himself. But, later. As he shifted the collar of his dusky orange jumpsuit, he decided that he’d stay in Agate for a little while and get accustomed to this foreign atmosphere. Then he’d get in there for his mission. He walked back up the ramp to the main part of town, then looked around. the Pokecenter was nearby. Yes, that was usually a good place to get information. The Cipher agent walked into the building, reviewing what else of his assignment he could get done in the meantime.
1. Respect your fellow players.
2. Use good writing.
3. This will be rated PG-13. It is preferred that you self-censor strong language, although occasional non-censored words are allowable for emphasis. There will be violence, but don’t be graphic simply for shock value. Basically, use good judgment with this rating.
4. Do not betray the Kids Grid! It may seem silly to make this a rule, but it is the only thing keeping all the players safe from Cipher. Don’t ruin it.
And we begin...
What Is Going On Now.
Posted by Newsboy at 4:47 PM, Friday 8/26
Posted by MonkeyGirl
Posted by Bubbles
Posted by Bluecoat
Posted by Newsboy
Posted by Ccircuit
-+-
Pyrite, police station
The police station was one of the cleaner and more organized places of Pyrite, although it was still rustic and not in the best shape. There were five jail cells that were well-maintained and secure… although the only ones that really got kept in there were drunks being held overnight and enemies of Cipher who weren’t important enough to deal with otherwise. If any goon even partly connected to the criminal ruling group was captured, they would be pardoned and released by the end of the day, if not within a few hours.
And there was little that the Sheriff could do about it openly. Sherles would have liked to be a decent cop who protected the neighborhood. However, Cipher would have things their way, or not at all. Early on, he had tried fighting back legally. They had fought back in a dirty manner and he wasn’t about to live through that hell again. Sometimes, he considered leaving. But that would leave Pyrite fully in Cipher’s hands, and he didn’t want that either.
Now he was down to underhanded techniques himself. Thankfully, it seemed many young people of the region were getting fed up with Cipher too. He came at things through their terms, over the internet, to encourage and guide them. But to get things started, he was doing something he would have never considered when he started in law enforcement: working with a criminal.
Not that the white-haired teen with him seemed like he was trouble. Wes was someone who looked serious and quiet all the time, studying those around him and waiting to speak up with what few words he had. Plus, he was always accompanied by an Espeon and an Umbreon, both well-behaved, well-kept, and quietly devoted to their Trainer. That kind of sign usually accompanied a law-abiding, kindly, and mostly harmless person. Thus, it has completely surprised Sherles to hear what Wes had done in the past. But the boy honestly wanted to change now, and he believed him. So he would keep those secrets and accept his assistance in undermining Cipher.
“You realize that asking Nett to come over in that way might get some others from the board to drop in out of curiosity, right?” Sherles asked.
Wes shrugged. “I was going to post about it later. Doesn’t matter if they find out sooner.” He looked down at his left arm for a moment, causing the Umbreon in his lap to look up at him. It seemed like there was a medical brace under the sleeves of his blue coat, as if he’d broken his wrist recently. But that was far from the truth. “I wouldn’t tell them about this, though.”
“You told me,” the cop pointed out, adjusting his hat.
“You figured it out.” He scratched his Umbreon’s head, causing her to close her eyes in contentment. “But I don’t want to disillusion them.”
Sherles smiled, but there was a bit of bitterness to it. “There isn’t a lot that could do that to the folks around here. Sad but true.”
“I know,” he said, nodding. “But a Pokemon thief is seen on par with a kidnapper, and with good reason.” For a moment, he seemed like he might say something else, but clammed up and looked towards the door.
Very sharp, that Wes. Seconds later, there was a knock at the door, preceding the entrance of a blond haired thirteen year old boy. He had a brown tan like most everyone else in Orre, but his hair and clothes were considerably neater than most boys his age. At his side, there was a small bag with a note book inside. “Good afternoon, Sherles,” he said, smiling.
“Afternoon, sonny,” he said, shaking hands when he came up to the desk. “Wes, this is the son of the Coliseum owner, Nett. And Nett, this is Wes, the one you know as Bluecoat.”
“Hello sir,” Nett said politely, shaking hands with him too. Wes just nodded in reply.
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Pyrite, fortune teller’s shop
It was getting into evening time, meaning that a good number of Pyrite’s citizens were becoming active as the heat of the day began to slack off. All of the shops in town would be coming out of the daily lull, and would be fully busy again in a couple of hours. At the fortune teller’s shop, a girl in brown pigtails was closing down the internet window on the computer near the register. There were only a couple of customers looking at charms and things, so she felt that she would be okay in checking her email and the Kids Grid board.
Not anymore; she could hear it coming closer, that loud dance music. It was some kind of samba or mambo this time, something she wasn’t too sure about the name of. But that kind of music genre around here usually meant one thing: Miror B. was around. He had an addiction to off-beat music, so it seemed, as it was playing all the time when he was walking about town. Actually, some of it was fun and neat, at least in Rui’s mind. But she didn’t think she could stand to hear it all the time.
There was a chance that she was just worrying too much and that his business was elsewhere. Rui picked up her workbook and started doing homework again until one of the customers came over. But then, the music burst into the shop as the Cipher Admin ducked through the doorway to enter. He was already a tall and stick-like man, but to grow an enormous Pokeball colored afro and wear a bright yellow sequined suit with that… Rui supposed that you were going to go around like that, you might as well up the weirdness factor with a Ludicolo groupie packing a big white stereo. The Pokemon itself gave her a grin as it trotted in after its Trainer.
“Always such a distinct smell around here,” Miror B said thoughtlessly. He looked around until he saw Rui. “You there, girl, is Fatina in today?”
“She is,” Rui replied in her usual cheery voice (she did not like him; she was good at hiding it, though). “But you’ll need to make an appointment, as we’re quite bus…”
Miror B. waved at her. “No, no, it’s fine. I’m far too important for her to ignore.”
“More like too noisy,” Fatina said, coming out from the back room along with a customer she regularly saw. He saw the Admin and decided to try avoiding attention by browsing among the shelves. But the old gypsy woman just chuckled. “Honestly, you could raise the dead being that loud, even if you turned your radio off.”
“Oh fine,” he said, waving at his Ludicolo. It turned the radio down, but not completely off. “Fatina sweetheart, we have to talk, just you and me.”
“I’ve been meaning to ask why your thugs have been harassing my students,” Fatina replied. “Fine, come on back. Rui, Tensei, mind the store for a while and apologize to any appointments who come in. Or you could read for them yourselves in the other room.”
“I always thought you were a reasonable sort,” Miror B. said, somehow walking through the aisles without knocking anything over. “Although sometimes it seems like you’ve got a school going on here, what with the young folks coming in all the time.” He and his Ludicolo went into the back room.
A shadow in the floor followed. Good, Rui thought. Fatina’s Gengar would be back there, able to help out if there was trouble. Still, it worried her.
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Agate Village
Agate, the only place in Orre where you could feel soft grass under your feet. The plant life around here was so vigorous that one could smell it everywhere. The winds seemed to be gentler and rain fell almost predictably once a week (on Tuesdays, sometimes Thursdays). However, the rain never moved out of the ‘circle’ of Agate and the plants never grew out of it. It was such a mystery that none had yet cracked.
He wasn’t particularly interested in that mystery, though. There was another that he was supposed to investigate on behalf of Cipher. However, as he stood in front of the main forest entrance, he was reluctant to go on. He wasn’t a religious man by any means, but there was a power that he could feel in his bones coming from further in the forest. And that power clearly yet silently told him that he was not welcome here.
On feeling it, he could understand why others in Cipher had had trouble entering this place too. But then, the villagers here often spoke of it as being a welcoming and protective power. Why it would choose to reject them… there had to be an intelligence behind it. Whether that was proof of the hands (or paws) of a legendary Pokemon was still in doubt, to him anyhow.
He would have to go in himself. But, later. As he shifted the collar of his dusky orange jumpsuit, he decided that he’d stay in Agate for a little while and get accustomed to this foreign atmosphere. Then he’d get in there for his mission. He walked back up the ramp to the main part of town, then looked around. the Pokecenter was nearby. Yes, that was usually a good place to get information. The Cipher agent walked into the building, reviewing what else of his assignment he could get done in the meantime.