Tides of Freelance ~ Nigh Ruin


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Accepted Freelancers
Shay Miru: Giratina and Jingka Givrali: Darkrai | played by Saraibre Ryu
Zorayda Anna Moonlin: Lugia | played by TheProtobabe
Jet: Latios and Jamie: Rayquaza | played by Cobalt
Dr. Gregory Matthew "Doc" Xanatos: Uxie | played by Socratic
Nadra Ferrer: Ho-oh | played by Velocity
Alara Rein: Articuno, Destrian “Des”: Regice and Ento: Virizion | played by haybalebarn

Accepted ENDoG Agents
Miles Kahane: ENDoG Leader and Captain Martin "Razorhawk" Mendez: Commando | played by Neo Emolga
Jace Alan Timber: Lieutenant | played by TheProtobabe
Myra: New Recruit | played by Cobalt
Arianne Spencer: New Recruit | played by Charmander009
Thomas White: New Recruit | played by Velocity
Isa Nari: Special Ops | played by Saraibre Ryu

Feel free to start wherever you like, just try not to group too many people together in one place.

Oh, and have fun. Or else... no seriously, there is an or else.

Let the first PxR Role Play begin!

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Shay Miru
Freelancer: Giratina
Dragonspiral Tower, Unova
ARPer's: None

The dripping of water into the crystal clear pools that lined broken stair ways echoed against the hollow space of Dragonspiral Tower. It was vacant, and the definition of empty, perhaps soulless. The entire heart of the tower was open, worn and crumbling to the weathering of time. Stairs circled the inside of the wall, and up to the top floor where large openings in the stone made a window to the level above. It was late in the afternoon, and a single solitary soul lay resting just on the edge of the opening, arm hanging down while her hand was against her chest.

Shay gazed up at the high ceiling, looking at the cracks that allowed sunlight in through the opaque structure. Thoughts ran through her head of days when this place was a legend, a sacred ground of some kind. Now, it was long and forgotten, all by the few wild Pokémon that remained to call it home. Even they were scarce these days. At the time, Shay was using Dragonspiral tower as her temporary home away from her other temporary home: Mt. Silver in Johto. She sought to see insight to the nightmares she had been having, against her first idea of attempting to get into Turnback Cave in Sinnoh, however that place had ENDoG written all over it. No, they left Dragon spiral Tower alone, they already had what they wanted from here, and there was nothing else for them to be present. It did help that being a person who technically didn’t exist anywhere but in physical form, kept you off the grid. Shay had her fair share of roughing it in the wilderness, and actually preferred that to any old city. She wasn’t stupid however, she knew how technology worked.

'I hope Cayci found some food. I haven’t eaten since yesterday, and I’m not going back into another civilized town until two days from now. Maybe head to the Celestial Tower, since Giratina is associated with spirits of the passed.'

Shay preferred traveling at night, because there were just less eyes in general out and about. Not to mention, flying via Hydreigon, was a nearly invisible free pass around the skies. Skies didn’t have the possibility of an ENDoG patrol catching you by yourself on the road. All she could do right now was wait and take the much needed rest she rarely got a chance to claim.

Even if it was on a hard, stony floor.


Jingka Givrali
Freelancer: Darkrai
Psychiatric Correctional Facility outside Anville Town, Unova
ARPer's: Maybe SS...?

‘Wake up.’

‘… wake up now.’

“Alright, everyone out and form a line for evaluation.”

It was a painfully long train ride. Light stabbed at Jingka’s eyes once she exited the car she was in, but didn’t flinch at the change. Her eyes adjusted just fine as an officer behind her moved her along, borderline pushing her with his hand on her shoulder. Jingka went along with it, she knew she was safe and everyone else she had with her was out of harm’s way. The walk along the concrete path seemed almost as long as the train ride. Few others who twitched, and quivered at the sight of a building behind a high wall, while the gate itself was a smaller building with iron bars against the frame of small windows. Jingka noticed people such as herself weren’t going inside, there were also young men and women in doctors attire heading in through the other side of the door, clearly new staff of some kind. Jingka noted that inducting new staff at the same time new patients was a test against the doctor’s psyche to see if they could handle unstable, possibly erratic people with an unwell mind. Well, those who were thought to be deemed unwell.

“Sit.”

Jingka wasn’t really given the option to stand or not, she was forced down in a chair across the desk from another woman, while a firm grip remained on her shoulder. The woman was wearing a heavier vest than the rest, and on her side Jingka could see a baton, and a pistol that was normally issued by common police. Ingka looked up at the woman just as she was about to open her mouth, cutting her off.

“You’re the warden aren’t you?” She said in a light and airy voice. “I couldn’t help but make that observation as you aren’t dressed like the others, nor do they have issued fire arms as what I assume will be armed guards just outside the other end of those doors.”

The woman seemed flabbergasted at first, almost in disbelief. “… excuse me?”

“I do apologize for interrupting you before, but judging by the tightness in grip on my shoulder by the man behind me, you are a woman of your word and rather intimidating to many who work here. I felt I wouldn’t have been able to get a word in, had I not started speaking first.”

“Oh make her stop talking…” Another patient moaned as she was being processed.

“Also I noticed when my head was brought down, that there seemed to be an odd placement of your lower leg muscles, implying that you are either wearing some kind of cast, or have a prosthetic replacement, and after seeing as how the grip on my shoulder is getting rather painful, I would take it you used to be a military woman of some sorts?”

“… I don’t know who you are, or what kind of trick this is, but I’m not going to stand here and have some-”

“MAKE HER STOP!”

“Hey! Sit down!”

The woman only sitting four feet away from Jingka sprang up and started to have a panic attack, lashing out at the other armed guards who needed about three men to restrain her, and calm her down. The woman identified as the Warden began shouting orders, and Jingka merely sat down, and watched the chaos unfold. The grip on her shoulder was gone, but she felt someone else pull her out of her seat, and take her towards one of the armored vehicles back outside the wall.

“You’re going to get processed last, you rambling mental lunatic.” The warden swore to her in a raspy whisper. “Sit here, and don’t talk.”

She returned back inside, looking at one of the men with a sour grimace of frustration. “Someone go out there and make sure she stays quiet. NOW.”

Jingka could only sit quietly, trying to keep a smile from coming across her face.

‘Was rambling mental lunatic the best insult she could come up with?’


Isa Nari
ENDoG: Special Ops
ENDoG HQ
ARPer's: None, unless Neo wants to make her unbored.
No one dared bother Isa in her office. It was that time of the day and unless you were Miles, you did not bother her, for anything. The crazy special operative was holding up one of their best bullet proof vests against her arms, just in front of her face. Before her flapped a purple Crobat, who was concentrating hard on the vest itself. The bat rushed forward, diving down just a bit as she pulled two wings forward, crossing them, and pulling back. Purple energy slashed across the protective gear as bits of fabric went flying, and acids began to fray the newly cut material. Isa threw the vest down, feeling burns on the sides of her hand and fingers. She observed the damage, and saw that the attack had cut almost clean through. A smile came upon her face and she took the flying terror in hand, petting her head like some sort of toy dog.

“That’s an excellent job Tero.” She praised with an unnervingly cheery voice. “Soon it won’t matter what gear those little rats get their hands on, you’ll be able to just take their heads clean off, while Mara gets dinner and a movie.”

Tero made a mild screeching noise of glee. Anyone who may have happened upon the two of them would have found the sight incredibly out of character, when it wasn’t, and not to mention they probably wouldn’t have been living to tell about it. The Crobat left her owner’s hands and started flying around the room casually. Isa knew she wanted to dig her fangs into something soon, as she wanted to take Everette into someone’s ribcage. She twirled the knife in question around her fingers, amazingly without cutting herself, nor seemingly perturbed by the fact she had chemical burns on her fingers. She just simply ignored it, and played around with the combat knife, that no one knew the reasoning behind the name Everette.

“Tero? Why don’t you go see if you can find something for us to do. Something quick and simple. Or at least go traumatize food out of someone for me. Please? Or go spy on who the newbies are. You know I’m not allowed to meet then first hand… not after whatshisface ended up with Everete between his vocal cords.”

The worst part was that Tero seemed overly excited to do everything she was just told.