-After a few days of said training, Both Kyle and Kundee arrive out with their team. Now with dutys to do, Kundee turns to Kyle with a smile on his face.-
Kundee: “This kangaroo island needs to do something very important to a story. What would be you greatest idea to continue such story?” -he said, adjusting his hat and reloading his rifle and crossbow with new ammunitions.-
IC: Kyle: "An epic mission to make the island and it's leaders famous!"
-Kundee comically slaps Kyle across the face like that Batman and Robin meme- Kundee: “Of course not! The better idea was doing an epic mission that involves starting war to make me and my island famous!” -he said with a chuckle-
IC Walrus Patrols: Papers, please. (Side note: We are a collection of islands, not connected to the land mass, with one very large island, and some medium sized islands)
"We have been idle for too long, Comrades," says Premier Vladimir as he hands out papers, "You must carry out the following measures, the future of our Motherland, and its survival against those Imperialist tyrants and their ignorant servants depends on it!"
The several administrators, military officers, farmers, factory workers, and bureaucrats slowly disperse, walking away while reading their commands. They vary wildly, some are organising the army, eliminating members of the White Guard still hiding throughout the country, building new infrastructure and forming councils, etc. However, as two men walk through the corridors, they notice that the Premier has followed them. He waits until they have exited the Kremlin, and, at the edge of the deserted City Square, under the light of a lamp post and over a blanket of snow, he finally addresses them:
"Comrades, you may have noticed that I gave you no significant tasks. That is because I wanted to talk personally to you about this. You know that, surprisingly, most countries have done little in opposition to our little civil war. However, there is one threat. That wretched and corrupt empire sits at our western border, and has been rather quiet after their little rise. But now, after we have overthrown the Tsar, they asserted their position in global politics, and have started re-militarising. This is a sign of war, and we must prevent it. As chiefs of our political police and spy agencies, I must ask you to stir up our dormant comrades across the borders."
And so, later that night, a train departed towards the Aquillan Kaiserreich, carrying several politicians.
*Chairman Meow publically supports the Premier on live television*
{JAMMERS! -FelipeDutra- ONLY!} Bismarck: There is a fine balance between peace and war, war must be important if its good for the Fatherland.
Il Dutch: *Now rather angry* What the Quack? You must be Quacking kidding me. Gr... Quack! *He cools down a little* So no war, just yet... hmmm... Ill just try and fight together with the Desert tribes, and then break off the alliance.
"If you so wish, my friend. I daresay, that I had the same spirit you possess, but it came to bite me back after a few years of rule."
Il Dutch: *Fares goodbyes and leaves for the Flygon tribe*
-although the guards were busy looking for the King too, where they looked, there was no DSL (Desert Storm Lord) found, even the most obvious of places were devoid of any evidence of him.-
-little did they all know, Flygarra was in a hidden room of the citadel. All alone and secluded from everyone else. He was in a room which held a beautiful stained glass window mural of all the Unova Pokemon and a odd green-haired man in the center as seen below this paragraph. (Right-click to see the entire image in its full glory. Its amazing up close in detail. )There he sat in the divine window’s glow and meditated. Trying his hardest to remember his past, seemingly centuries and possibly millennia away in his past. He lived too long and it was getting to him. His mind was getting older, and grander, but the old memories and dreams he once had were fading away. He just sat there, amply waiting for a sign, an idea, and irk to hit him. To which he sat in the stained glass window’s glow, and waited for an idea to spread into his mind...-
-just then, the sound of an incoming teleporting being snapped Flygarra out of his meditation. And then, the magical soft-sounded psychic beautiful warbler of a psycho kinetic lyre began to fill this hidden alter with beautiful soothing music. And when Flygarra turned, he saw Sheik Soital, standing there, playing his theme.-
Flygarra: “Huah?! You there! H-how did you get into my-“ -he was cut off by Sheik-
Sheik: “It’s been a while... hasn’t it, Flygarra?” -he said softly and calm. Trying to get into Flygarra’s mind.-
Flygarra: “Huh... wait. Who... who are you? Your... very familiar...” -he said... pausing to think-
Sheik: “I guess being away from you for a few centuries was not a good idea, was it now?”
Flygarra: “I forgotten many things over my living years, but the years that when i was with my trainer and un-chi-evolved is beginning to fade away! I can’t let such fated memories flee from me!” -he said, holding his head as if he had a headache. He groaned, rubbing his temples in angst-
Sheik: “You say your past is fading away from you? Flygarra... i have a solution to your problem...” -he said, pulling out something from his pocket-
Flygarra: “You say... a Solution!?” -he said, his wings twitching in intrigue but suspicion.- “Wait a second... why should i trust people of the likes of you to somehow contain my dreams and memories?!” -he growled.-
-Sheik signed and held up an item, named a “Soul Dew”. And it looked like chi, but with a more glassy look to it.-
Sheik: “This will help you contain your memories forever. You can also wear it when you sleep to become one with those dreams and memories... you may even see me in them from time to time... as this can give you my sight and memories I see from mine eyes.” -Sheik said, his looks he gave him with his eyes were serious and sure and held it in his hand, and Flygarra was intrigued.-
Flygarra: “Can it be shared with others?” -He said, and Sheik nodded yes.-
Flygarra: “I may... i may use it...”
-there, Flygarra pocketed the dew and looked around this hidden alter, looking a bit sad-
Flygarra: “I remember my Trainer well. I remember when he saved me from dying of natural cuases... but, that is a tale to be woven another time. For now, i must go to a meeting, i think they are looking for me, i can sense restlessness. They need me to continue these desert tribes exsistances. For they feel like I am a unifying force of desert deities. I will seek to them... but for now, Sheik... I’ts been nice seeing from you again after centuries...” -he said with a warm freindly smile...-
-The grand Flygon Desert Storm Lord then slowly walked to a wall, flipped a hidden switch, and a door open, streaming light into the hidden alter before he left into a hallway, and the door closed behind him, leaving Sheik in the room all alone-
-after a few minutes of walking, he’d bump into Otto...- batonmaster500
IC: Kyle: "An epic mission to make the island and it's leaders famous!"
-Kundee comically slaps Kyle across the face like that Batman and Robin meme- Kundee: “Of course not! The better idea was doing an epic mission that involves starting war to make me and my island famous!” -he said with a chuckle-
OOC: No fame for the scout. I see this does not follow TF2 animations.
-just then, the sound of an incoming teleporting being snapped Flygarra out of his meditation. And then, the magical soft-sounded psychic beautiful warbler of a psycho kinetic lyre began to fill this hidden alter with beautiful soothing music. And when Flygarra turned, he saw Sheik Soital, standing there, playing his theme.-
Flygarra: “Huah?! You there! H-how did you get into my-“ -he was cut off by Sheik-
Sheik: “It’s been a while... hasn’t it, Flygarra?” -he said softly and calm. Trying to get into Flygarra’s mind.-
Flygarra: “Huh... wait. Who... who are you? Your... very familiar...” -he said... pausing to think-
Sheik: “I guess being away from you for a few centuries was not a good idea, was it now?”
Flygarra: “I forgotten many things over my living years, but the years that when i was with my trainer and un-chi-evolved is beginning to fade away! I can’t let such fated memories flee from me!” -he said, holding his head as if he had a headache. He groaned, rubbing his temples in angst-
Sheik: “You say your past is fading away from you? Flygarra... i have a solution to your problem...” -he said, pulling out something from his pocket-
Flygarra: “You say... a Solution!?” -he said, his wings twitching in intrigue but suspicion.- “Wait a second... why should i trust people of the likes of you to somehow contain my dreams and memories?!” -he growled.-
-Sheik signed and held up an item, named a “Soul Dew”. And it looked like chi, but with a more glassy look to it.-
Sheik: “This will help you contain your memories forever. You can also wear it when you sleep to become one with those dreams and memories... you may even see me in them from time to time... as this can give you my sight and memories I see from mine eyes.” -Sheik said, his looks he gave him with his eyes were serious and sure and held it in his hand, and Flygarra was intrigued.-
Flygarra: “Can it be shared with others?” -He said, and Sheik nodded yes.-
Flygarra: “I may... i may use it...”
-there, Flygarra pocketed the dew and looked around this hidden alter, looking a bit sad-
Flygarra: “I remember my Trainer well. I remember when he saved me from dying of natural cuases... but, that is a tale to be woven another time. For now, i must go to a meeting, i think they are looking for me, i can sense restlessness. They need me to continue these desert tribes exsistances. For they feel like I am a unifying force of desert deities. I will seek to them... but for now, Sheik... I’ts been nice seeing from you again after centuries...” -he said with a warm freindly smile...-
-The grand Flygon Desert Storm Lord then slowly walked to a wall, flipped a hidden switch, and a door open, streaming light into the hidden alter before he left into a hallway, and the door closed behind him, leaving Sheik in the room all alone-
-after a few minutes of walking, he’d bump into Otto...- batonmaster500
IC: "Why hello there, people have been waiting for you in a meeting room of sorts."
OOC: It's not too late, you can still have Owlina already married to an owl king!
All the tribes were evolved 1,000 years ago, except for the Snow Leopards and red Dragons (the ice and fire-controlling guardians of Chima), who were pre-evolved. The dragons, wanting to be superior to the other tribes, turned evil and betrayed the snow leopards. They used fire chi to increase their natural fire power and attack the tribes, but the snow leopards were eventually able to defeat and freeze the dragons with ice chi (which increased their natural Ice power).
As hundreds of years went by, strange dimensional portals appeared, pulling evolution-capable creatures such as Koopas and Pokémon into the Chima realm. They also drank chi and evolved into minifigure-shaped form. Some of them became their own tribes, while others joined pre-existing tribes, such as the turtle-type Pokémon, who became a minority in the Turtle tribe. Speaking of the turtle tribe, they were great friends with the piranha tribe, until the piranhas turned on the turtles and waged war, 20 years before the RP (BRP for short). The turtles were eventually able to drive the piranhas back, and the piranhas disappeared in the previously-unexplored southeast rainforest of Chima. The turtles proved themselves worthy of Ice Chi from the snow leopards just before the RP's beginning.
Now, at the time of the RP, the king of the Walrus tribe was smashed in an accident, and was succeeded by Wallace IV, who befriended and allied with Turtle King Tyron. Meanwhile, the desert tribes (Flygon, Desert Owls, and Snakes) have allied with each other, but the flygons mysteriously attacked the Koopa Tribe, possibly starting a Flygon—Koopa war. At Flygon King Flygarra's request, the turtles gave him a powerful meteorite they'd discovered, but implanted a microscopic mechanism that would prevent the rock's power from being used against any member of a turtle/tortoise species. While the Duck tribe started to possibly ally with the Aquiline Empire (golden eagles), Flygarra had memory problems, until receiving an object from the mysterious Sheik that could help him remember. Finally, while all this was beginning to transpire, the evil piranha King Piratox has planned his revenge on Tyron and the turtles.
So that's pretty much everything that's happened so far, both before and during the Fanon RP.
-Kundee comically slaps Kyle across the face like that Batman and Robin meme- Kundee: “Of course not! The better idea was doing an epic mission that involves starting war to make me and my island famous!” -he said with a chuckle-
OOC: No fame for the scout. I see this does not follow TF2 animations.
IC: Kyle: "Ok, who are we starting a war with?"
(OOC: Oh Gmod is wonderful i dare sare! )
Kundee: “Oh of course we going to war wiiiiiith... “ -he said, scratching his chin-
-there, Flygarra pocketed the dew and looked around this hidden alter, looking a bit sad-
Flygarra: “I remember my Trainer well. I remember when he saved me from dying of natural cuases... but, that is a tale to be woven another time. For now, i must go to a meeting, i think they are looking for me, i can sense restlessness. They need me to continue these desert tribes exsistances. For they feel like I am a unifying force of desert deities. I will seek to them... but for now, Sheik... I’ts been nice seeing from you again after centuries...” -he said with a warm freindly smile...-
-The grand Flygon Desert Storm Lord then slowly walked to a wall, flipped a hidden switch, and a door open, streaming light into the hidden alter before he left into a hallway, and the door closed behind him, leaving Sheik in the room all alone-
-after a few minutes of walking, he’d bump into Otto...- batonmaster500
IC: "Why hello there, people have been waiting for you in a meeting room of sorts."
OOC: It's not too late, you can still have Owlina already married to an owl king!
-Flygarra sighs and looks stern-
Flygarra: “I know that, so don’t agress me and i will get on to the meeting!” -he said, huffing away hastily-
-Just then in the board/meeting/hall/whatever assembly this is, the jurys were just seemingly on the brink of rioting when the cry of a Flygon was heard, and quick-moving sand-cloud flew over to a head meeting seat which looked very royal, and the sand dissolved around the figure, which was Flygarra. The jurys and crowds of the three desert tribes cheered in enthusiastic glory, and the two Queens smiled, ready to make their moves and decisions, and other political babble they have to say-
-Flygarra sat in his seat, his arms drawn over its armrests, and his face nothing but serious... the crowds went silent and Owlina and Sa’Qhala smiled...-
-Otto arrived shortly and he was given to him a scroll containing speeches and other whatnot for the terms on what the three leaders should debate; Political Prisoners, Hostilitys between Koopas and Flygons, Rumored oil annexation from the A. Empire, trade deals with Kastle Kold-heart, Alliances in the Desert, and last but not least, rumors of marriage.-
(OOC: Hey FelipeDutra and egorsmirnov. I and batomassa ovah ere need some pointers from you guys on how to properly aquire deals and whatnot and politics since you two know a good deal how to speak like politicians. Mind helping us? )
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)There he sat in the divine window’s glow and meditated. Trying his hardest to remember his past, seemingly centuries and possibly millennia away in his past. He lived too long and it was getting to him. His mind was getting older, and grander, but the old memories and dreams he once had were fading away. He just sat there, amply waiting for a sign, an idea, and irk to hit him. To which he sat in the stained glass window’s glow, and waited for an idea to spread into his mind...-
