A 4thFaller Event! - Gloriously Open!

[fallers_npcs]

A 4thFaller Event!

It seems everything is peaceful in the four worlds at the time being. Things have calmed relatively down since the incident last month when Glomgold and his minions attacked Alola and Aether was lost to another world.

And then suddenly, the skies inverted. Going a brilliant violet color for a brief moment as the world’s colors turned inside out. There was a flash of familiarity from Ash as he looked up at the sound of a familiar cry as from the depths of the hole left behind where Aether once stood, a huge form erupted.

“What’s that?” asked Lana, leaning over the railing of the school as a massive form circled overhead.

“Giratina!” Exclaimed Ash, a pit opening up in his stomach at the sight of the legendary Pokemon. Not again…

With a massive roar, the legendary Pokemon slammed down into the courtyard of the school as students scattered and Pokemon tensed up for battle as the legendary roared. The air around it shimmered as the light of the Distortion World flashed around them as members of the assembled defense force that were stationed at the school’s portal summoned their Pokemon.

In a shimmering flash, I.Z.U. appeared next to the Ultra Guardians. “Warning,” she said, in her placid if slightly alarmed tone. “The presence of Giratina has severely compromised the structure of the dimensional fabric around Alola.”

“Meaning what?” asked Kiawe, tense and ready for battle as Giratina started pacing around in a circle.

“Giratina’s presence will cause people to slip through the boundaries of time and space at an alarming uncontrollable rate.” replied I.Z.U. “The chance of us controlling the rate of Falling is 0.0000001% until Giratina is returned to the Distortion World. Chances of Capture, are even less than that.”

“No way…” said Sophocles. “So what do we do now?”

“Hey guys?” said Mallow as Giratina started to hunker down like an oversized cat. “Is it me… or is Giratina…”

“About to take a nap…” finished Ash as Giratina started to sleep soundly in the courtyard, unconcerned with the Pokemon who were still tense up by its presence.

I.Z.U. tilted her head. “It seems it has gone into some sort of hibernation. Rotom-dex, please monitor it from here. I will return to the base and begin preparations to receive the new arrivals.” With that, she vanished.

Rotom sighed. “Sure, leave me to do all the hard work-roto.”

Ash rubbed his head with a sigh. “Well, I guess…? School’s still on! Even with a sleeping legendary Pokemon in our yard! But we should probably get a reception going for everyone who’s going to start appearing. Let’s go tell the town that more people are going to appear!”

With this in mind, the 4th wall has begun for the next two weeks! What brave fun will our visitors get up to today?


Welcome to the Fallers RP 4th Wall! Arriving in the game, you get to experience life in the Pokemon Anime Universe in an Alternate Spinoff of the Alola Region Arc, based on the Ultra Sun and Moon Video Game storyline. Come in, rest a little, relax. Have some malasada. Kick up your feet. We have lots to do.


Our Ground Rules as Follows:

1. Everyone gets a Pokemon for any battle happy moments. The only Pokemon who are not on the table are actual mythicals and legendaries unless said character has a in character reason to possess them in their own canon.
2. Remember this is a PG setting with PG setting rules
3. Visitors are allowed to make top levels in this post and the Friday Event post as well as post open threads for the duration of the 4th wall
4. Duplicates are certainly allowed
5. Please refrain from destroying in-game property, this setting doesn’t allow for instant rebuilding of locations.
6. Visitors may always join our Discord for chatting with the cast during this event. A link will be active for the duration of the event and you may ask an active player for a link at any time.
7. In game NPCs can be available for questions at any time but please keep in mind that the head mod is only one person and can only do so many tags at any given time. If you haven’t received a tag yet, it is because there is a queue.
8. And as always remember to be Excellent to One Another

Please Note that you may post to the community during this event until the 24th as if you are part of the comms! Be respectful of our community members!

Comments

[inourname]

...Astronomer? The cobra looks back to the man in gold for an explanation, but the man is already occupied, scrunching his face as he tries to remember. He's shuffling through old old memories, things he hasn't bothered with for thousands of years. He gathers bits and pieces, tries to fit them back into something solid - wait. Oh. Him. Yeah, he remembers that guy.

"Left us for the pharaoh, wasn't it? Such a reasonable plan, with such interesting timing, h-heh." 'Thiefy's leer is bitter. "But 'where was I 'before'' what? If you want anything about that day, afraid the ritual was just too memorable. Kinda overshadowed whatever else you're wanting me to recall and recount here."

But for all the bitterness of his response - 'Thiefy' can't truly begrudge the information. Kul Elna gets privileges, he owes Kul Elna, and even if this one's really weird - Kul Elnan. If he wants explanations, he gets them. And if he's being demanding and invasive about it - he gets to be, he's owed more than 'Thiefy' - than even 'Thiefy' and the cobra combined - will ever have to give.

Suggestions otherwise are not welcome.

The shift is immediate - the man in gold snarls audibly, trembling; while the cobra goes very still and begins to watch that man very, very carefully.

"Leave? Like that astronomer - and YOU? Abandon them?! All of them, like that, while they're suffering - and BECAUSE they're suffering - just leave them all, alone - oh, or maybe I should've left them alone with 'that'!" He gestures wildly at the cobra, just barely missing smacking that cobra in the face - the cobra doesn't flinch, but his eyes narrow.

[shemshepherd]

"Yes, he left. For a better life, a wife, a family, but that did not mean he left his relatives in the village behind," he warns with narrowed eyes. "There are many reasons to 'not return'. Some more permanent than others," he adds with a low voice.

But as the thief protests, his own anger builds. Until finally- "I TOOK YOUR PLACE!" he thunders, stamping his foot to the ground. "I SAW WHAT WOULD COME, AND WHAT I COULD NOT STOP! I SAW A PRIEST ACT AGAINST A KING'S ORDERS AND KILL AN ENTIRE VILLAGE IN ONE NIGHT, FOR THE THING YOU SOLD YOUR SOUL TO!" the man continues. The tears overflow, and the shadows at his feet roil, and it is hard to tell if he is more miserable than angered.

"SO IF ANYONE WAS TO LIVE, I WANTED IT TO AT LEAST BE MY NEPHEW! AT THE VERY LEAST, THE ONE WHO HAD A CHANCE!" He chokes.

Quiets, words tainted by his tears. "And look what you've done with it..."

[inourname]

"If you 'took my place', then how are you here?" He continues to growl the words, but his tone turns cold and measured. His expression darkens further, and the intensity of his glare almost seems to set his eyes aflame with - oh, uh. Wait. His eyes ARE glowing, and the air around him is very much literally darkening with some kind of miasma. He takes a step closer.

This is what cobra was watching for - and with striking-speed, he blocks 'Thiefy's path, rearing taller and glaring down at the thief. His back is fully to the other angry young man and Suspect Spirit-Entity, but they're not the ones here he's worried about. "What are you doing? Look at him."

"Get out of my way." The snarling's returning to heated from icy which. may or may not be an improvement, humans don't generally snarl quite like this in the first place,,

"Look. At. Him."

A beat. "Can't. You're in the way." The snarling itself is finally diminished, which is an improvement. The thief's tone is sullen in a way that suggests he might just be trying to make the cobra move, though.

"So look around me, I've not blocking your eyes!"

Surly grumbling as the thief leans to peer past the massive cobra. His eyes are still glowing (if less intensely) and the miasma is still in place.

"What are you looking at?"

"You just told me to -"

"Yes I did, but what. are. you. seeing?"

The thief glowers at the other man past the cobra once again. "I'm seeing that bastard Ku..." The glow and miasma finally retreat as the thief remembers: Kul Elna. Kul Elnans are allowed to be bastards, especially to either of them.

"Calm yet?"

"...I'm tired." The thief sounds tired too - more like an old man than the young one he appears to be.

"Even better." And the cobra continues past, allowing the two men clear line of sight on each other again. He stays nearby though, still watching the thief. "Have I mentioned how much I hate being your impulse control?"

'Thiefy' sighs, looking nearly as tired as he'd sounded. "Once or twice." And he just. looks at the goatherd. He can't not say anything, but what can he say? What's worth the effort? What's worth saying at all.

The thief takes another breath... alright, second try. "So. You wanted that. But it didn't happen. And now it can't happen." They should all focus on... moving forward. Weird Kul Elnan (...his uncle, apparently?) included.

That is what they should all focus on. Yep.

...But?? Still though?? "I can't believe you just - you really thought I'd just run off? What did you think I'd do with a 'chance'? Why wouldn't I try to help my family?" That's? so insulting??

[shemshepherd]

"Because I chose not to cling to my rage," he replies cryptically, easily at that. Truthfully the rest...he doesn't know. He expected his fellows to tear him apart, if anything.

Maybe they have...

The herd doesn't move- he knows he won't be struck, and he watches the pair with narrowed eyes, studying the cobra in particular. It doesn't Act like he would expect of the thing he's associating to it. Not quite at least.

"...After we met, I took you for a year. One year of travel, from end to end of the nile," he ultimately announces, his head bowed. "...And to keep you from the fate that would be yours, convinced you to play a game."

Hide and seek, he told them.

The village was offlimits.

(But he forgot the passage he'd known as a child...)

"...It had been my hope...that despite the misery, you would know there was still something to live for... The tragedy of our village would only compound on itself. Darkness begetting more darkness, a cursed priest forcing his kin to suffer for his crimes..." That much he remembers. A voice in the desert, presenting staff, presenting cloak...

Presenting a name...

"There was already enough pain, even before it happened. Pain that wouldn't be helped by things like this."