For no very good reason, I decided to put some roleplaying topics from the RP site In Licentia up on this fan fiction-y site (mostly because seriously who else is gonna read them over there!). Of course they'll be out of sequence, and come without the usual profile-related goods, but should be simple enough to follow. This thing was actually written with me and some other random Jordan guy. The Vandalgeist character and the other guy who travels with the team later are mine, and Trenton is Jordan's, and the text was colored blue/green to differentiate who wrote what in the original topic, but we can't do that here, no now you know. Also all other characters are NPCs. Also only the first post is centered, and the rest are just left-aligned, so I hope that's not jarring. Also there will be links to some simplistic Paint pictures after some segments.

In this story, Geist and Trent take a job.

It's called Trentgeist, and was completed July 22, 2011.

OH AND BY THE WAY, this site does not allow interrobangs (exclamationmark+questionmark) for some unknown reason! That's really bad. That's, like the worst. This is a definite downgrade from how it looked on the actual roleplay forum. Just remember that whenever you see an awkward-looking exclamation mark. In addition, bolded, italicized and/or underlined words might delete a space for some reason. Just putting that out there while I still can.

...Let's get on with it.


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Name: North Winde
Time Limit: None
Objective: So my boyfriend and I were fooling around on Everlong Beach, but then all these buff guys in masks came and shooed us off. That's not so bad, but I'd meant to propose to him there and when I got home, I realized the ring was missing. I went back the next day, but I couldn't find it. According to the locals, it either got swept into the sea when high tide came or it got swiped by the local Pokemon that like to take things off the beach. Either way, I'll need a good adventurer to help me out!
Reward: Blew all my money on the ring. Sorry.
Notes: Be creative. Do it for the RP experience. Evolve something.
Status: Open

"Okay. Here's the RP challenge. Can Vandalgeist do it!

After months of sitting around at Many Crossroads, presumably terrorizing the people with her awesome graffiti skills, Vandalgeist picks up an old, crusty mission from THA. She tracks the mission back to some girl named North, who has mostly moved on. Realizing that she could totally cash this ring in AND maybe even get a reward once North realizes what a good job she did, Vandalgeist heads out to Everlong Beach! Plus, there are crystals under them waters. She could go crystal mining, and sell them for large moneys!

On her adventure, she meets North's boyfriend, Brook (?) Starr. Unlike North, he's willing to reconnect. So Vandalgeist decides...to go ring shopping. She finds the perfect ring for him, one that seems to match the exact description from North, and tries to set up a meeting for the two of them at Everlong Beach.

(RP results may vary.)"

After five harrowing flights of stairs, the door to North's apartment was just ahead. Apartment 6B. That was it!

She stepped up and knocked on the door with the back of her knuckle. After a few seconds, the door opened. "Are you North Winde?" she asked.

The young woman looking back at her seemed like she had just gotten up, with unkempt blond hair and droopy eyelids. "Yes," she muttered.

She handed North a piece of crumpled, stained paper. "This is the mission you sent to the Trainer Help Agency, right?" North nodded. "I'm here to help you out."

"No, that's..."

Without invitation, the Trainer squeezed past and let herself into North's apartment. Being tired, North simply sighed, closed the door, and followed.

The first thing she did was leave her dirty sneaker tracks all over her green carpet. Then she dumped her big white snowboard (a snowboard, right? What kind of idiot would even -) on the glasscoffee table, with such nonchalance that it almost gave North a heart attack. Then she yawned and flew backward onto the leather couch, as if it were hers.

She glanced up at a small, black-and-white television sitting on a shelf. "What are you watching?" she said. "I can't even tell."

"Why do you care about what TV show I was watching?"

"Oh, just curious." North angrily wiggled the THA note around. "Ohh, yeah, right. Sorry. I'm Vandalgeist, and -" North started to look angry. "Calm down. I just wanna help. This request must've been up for months. Do you want help or not?"

North was practically steaming from the ears.

"Exactly! I don't want help now. I've moved on!"

"You mean you bought a better ring?"

North sighed. She tried to calm down, but when it came down to The Geist, she just couldn't help feeling frustrated. "Please get out of my house."

"Do you have your boyfriend's phone number?" North opened the door. "Alright, I'm going! Don't get so passive-aggressive on me!" Vandalgeist snatched the paper out of North's hand, tucked her board under one arm, and marched out the door. North slammed it behind her.

Hmph! She's lucky to have someone go out and do this crappy job for her. When she finds out I did all of this ring stuff for her, she'll have to give me something to represent her appreciation. It's not like I have anything better to do, anyway.

The best thing to clear away all those bitter thoughts was a good trip down the stairs. To her, it was a downhill racetrack. Vandalgeist set her board on the tile and stood on it. Slowly it started to whirr and buzz, and lift off the ground...for it was not a snowboard, but a mechanical hoverboard. Using her totally-pro maneuvering skills, Vandalgeist zoomed down the stairs in a near-spiral, howling like a wild child as she went.

North heard Vandalgeist's howling through the wall and thought, What the hell is that girl doing? Get out already!

The entrance to the apartment building was closed, but not completely. As she sailed through the hall, Vandalgeist stuck out her elbow and busted the door open, flying out onto the sidewalk. In one expert mid-air maneuver, Vandalgeist took the hoverboard and put it behind her head, and she herself landed safely on her feet.

Too bad nobody was around to see all that on this pitiful sidestreet. Shoot!Vandalgeist silently cursed.

Vandalgeist was a punk. A self-proclaimed gangster. She had long, solid black hair, which would always swoop around in an awesome fashion on her hoverboarding escapades, and sometimes get in her eyes (but if someone bumped into her then, it was totallytheir fault). She often didn't leave home without her gangstuh black slouchy knit hat (which, by the way, probably wasn't very gangstuh at all).

But no matter what the situation, she would never go without her hoverboard. Years of intense training at Pristine Port had made her a hoverboarding beast(and not just in a self-proclaimed sense - she really was good). She liked to think people looked up to her because of it, but really, nobody cared. She also liked to think that it was absolutely necessary for her to go everywhere on this board.

Her other radical talent lie in the craft of super-fast graffiti application. She could fly past a building and leave an instant "VG" on the wall. Too bad, she thought, that graffiti was frowned upon in the world of Boatswain's Beach, Pristine Port's snooty cousin. This time, Vandalgeist couldn't help herself. She took a mini-spray can from her pocket and scribbled "NORTH WINDE" on the big red door to the apartment building. That'd learn her!

Vandalgeist whistled a little tune and hovered down the street at a relatively fast pace. Knowing absolutely no one could be in her path, she closed her eyes as well. It was times like these that made her feel carefree. She thought she'd just fly down the street like this until she hit someone...and after that, she'd make sure they knew it was their fault.

Eventually the street merged with a major road, and that road was filled with traffic. Vandalgeist outright refused to open her eyes until the first van honked its horn at her. When she did open them, she knew the hoverboard was hurdling toward a big delivery truck. No problem! Vandalgeist sped up and hovered straight over that thing.

On one side of this four-lane road was a huge, beautiful beach. This area was the beach within the beach, the Everlong Beach. On the other side: more cars. Vandalgeist was actually getting kind of tired of hoverboarding for the day, and didn't feel like sailing her way through traffic in an awesome manner. Sailing down to the beach in an awesome manner would no doubt lead to relaxation - or the possible hunt for North's ring.

That truck, fading into the distance, honked ferociously at her. She turned to it and waved before gliding down a sandy hill, straight toward the beach. The hoverboard disrupted a good amount of sand, causing an awesome stream of sand to kick up in her wake. She'd never used the thing over sandy terrain before! This stuff was insane.


"Hey you!"

A scratchy voice sounded off and Trenton turned to see who was speaking to him. He was on his way to Boatswain Beach to spend some time at the various carnivals and things, but had been stopped by someone calling out at him. With a flick at his hair, he turned to see whoever it was and was rather unsurprised to see someone waving a fishing pole at him. "What do you want?" Trenton asked, sighing.

"I challenge you too a battle!" Trenton began to survey the person speaking to him and was rather surprised to see how...old the other man seemed. He had a massive, unruly, grey beard, not unlike thisone. How was a man thisold still training Pokemon? Suddenly, everything Trenton knew about life was brought into question, as he'd thought that there was a certain age when people were to stop battling and training Pokemon.

He was wrong though, and he couldn't refuse the battle; it was part of being a trainer. One day, he'd like to punch whoever had made thoserules. It was kind of ridiculous that he couldn't deny a fellow trainer a battle. There was no way he was going to be able to change them now though, so his only choice was to accept the challenge and hope it ended faster than he expected it to. "Fine, whatever. How many Pokemon do you have?"

"I have six," his fisherman replied and Trenton's expression took a turn for the worse, suddenly becoming very disgruntled. If his enemy had six Pokemon, then he would have to fight each of them, and that would take FOREVER! Well, perhaps he could get some easy battling experience off of this! Suddenly it seemed like a very good thing was happening to him! He could use this fight to get some experience for Arthur; his Weedle. There weren't very many Pokemon that the thing was on par with, but Trent had a good feeling that this grisly old fisherman only had Magikarp, just like the other two he had faced already had.

"Great! Go ahead and show me what you have then!" Trenton stated eagerly, taking his appropriate position across a makeshift battlefield. If his assumptions were correct and all the fisherman had wasMagikarps, then he could very well have a Kakuna on his team soon. Arthur very much needed to battle and evolve, but it was going to take a bit of battling against something that couldn't hit that hard; and a bunch of Magikarp was the best possible choice.

The other man furrowed his brow suspiciously, wondering why Trenton's opinion on fighting him had changed so suddenly. In all honest, the old man didn't care what the young'un was thinking, he just wanted a battle. He was extremely eager to see if he couldn't reignite the old battling spark he'd had in his younger years. Unfortunately, most of his stronger Pokemon had gone off to do other things, and he was left with five Magikarp and a Tentacool. He should be able to take this young upstart though; at least with his trusted Tentacool.

Oh well. He snatched one of the six Pokeballs off of his belt and tossed it into the sand, releasing a fish that flopped about, "Karp! Karp!" Oh brilliant. He'd forgotten how pathetic Magikarp were and was suddenly embarrassed by his choices. If he'd chosen the sea as a battlefield, at least he'd have somewhere to run, but now he could do nothing but wait for his enemy to slay him.

Trenton grinned broadly. So his suspicions had been correct! The enemy did indeed only have Magikarp. At least for most of his Pokemon. This would be fun! At least for him and Arthur it would be. "Go, Arthur!" he said confidently, tossing a Pokeball onto the ground. His Weedle appeared, and stole a glance at Trent, then at his opponent. A...fish. A flopping fish was to be his enemy here? Very well then.

"Use Poison Sting!" Trent commanded, and the Weedle charged his enemy with his head down, the spike glowing purple, with a battle cry of 'Weedle!as he scooted across the sand. He moved surprisingly quickly for his species and soon drove his needle into the side of the Magikarp.

"Karpp!" The fish screamed in pain as it felt the needle jabbed into it, and the fisherman sighed. That Magikarp was done, wasn't it? It stopped flopping and he returned it to its Pokeball and released another one of the things. This was definitely not going his way at all.

Trenton was resisting the urge to gleefully laugh. He was absolutely positive that Arthur was going to evolve here, even if it was going to be a littlebit tedious. "Ready to do the same thing, Arthur?" He asked, looking down at the Weedle who nodded confidently.

"Right then, Poi-"

"No! It's my turn now!" The enemy trainer barked and Trenton stared at him incredulously.

"Why!You can only do one thing!" Trenton rubbed his temples. He had not been expecting something like this from the fisherman. Why couldn't he just Poison sting his Pokemon to death with no issues? "Hurry up then!"

"Shaddap, young'un! I'm thinkin'!" The bearded man barked back and Trenton almost ran over there and punched him in the face. "Magikarp, use Splash Attack!" He ordered eventually and the fish flopped even more uselessly than he normally did.

"Are you done!" Trenton demanded angrily and the Fisherman nodded. "Good! Poison Sting, Arthur!" Again the Weedle charged the Magikarp, stabbing it in the side, with much the same effect this time. The only real difference was that this time a white light consumed the Weedle, and he flashed repeatedly, seeming to change shape.

"Kakuna?" The newly evolved Arthur said quizzically and Trent smirked. Cool, the battle was going his way.

Time skip to about FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER!

"Are we done yet?" Trenton asked, returning his Kakuna. He was a little bored of Arthur now and also had a feeling that the fisherman was out of Pokemon. Although he may have miscounted.

"No!" The fisherman shot back and Trenton sighed as he watched his enemy grab the final Pokeball off of his belt and tossed it into the ocean. Interesting; a change of fields. Sadly enough, Trenton only had one fish, and he didn't want to use it here, instead he would use his Cubone, Cooper. Hopefully it would work out okay, but he wasn't sure.

"Tentacool!"

"Cubone!"

The two Pokemon shot battle cries at one another and Trenton ran his fingers through his hair, wondering again if this was a good idea. Coop would be able to stay on the beach, but how did he plan on having the Pokemon attack his enemy? Jumping worked; the Cubone could hop pretty high. No other choice than to try, "Cooper, use Bone Club!"

The small Pokemon turned and ran a few steps back, then charged at the waves, leaping into the air as he got close to the edge of land. He cocked the bone behind his back as he flew downward, heading toward the enemy. When he got close enough, he slammed the bone into the jewel of the Tentacool, cracking the thing slightly before bouncing off of it to land back on the shore.

"Good job!" Trenton said as he watched the Tentacool slide backward. Harumph. The enemy probably wasn't done yet, but one more hit like that and it would be.

"Tentacool! Use Poison Sting!"

Wow. This guy really didn't know his types, did he? A Poison Sting attack wouldn't hurt Cooper at all... And it didn't Coop barely even flinched as the Tentacool whipped him with one of his tentacles.

"Bonemerang," Trent commanded and the Cubone hurled his bone at at the Tentacool, hitting it square in the jewel again. Only this time, the thing's tentacles went limp and the Fisherman recalled him, thus admitting defeat. "Can I go now?"

"Y-yes," the old man said and Trenton smiled, returning Cooper before jogging past the crestfallen old man. He hadn't really been in the mood for a battle, and that hadn't been entertaining at all. Now though, he wanted to battle a realtrainer. He was now on the lookout for a new ENEMY.

He was also ripe for collisions.