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On the cusp of a new millenium, the world as we knew it prepared for the year 2000. Some looked forward to the beginning of the 21st century, others were absolutely certain that Y2K would be the end of it. The world was full of hopes, prayers, dreams, wishes, and, most of all, uncertainty. After all, it’s not often that the world is either entering a great new chapter or ending! At that time, the world at large was not aware of how much power their desires truly had. After all, youth around the globe had begun to awaken abilities beyond that of a normal human. Most of these abilities were simple, enough so that they could be used in daily life without garnering much, if any, attention. It was simply believed that an exceptional generation had been born, a freak spike of evolution. However, this was simply the message relayed to the world. Some of the youth had been born extraordinarily powerful, with abilities straight out of a comic book or manga. Those with strong emotions seemed to have more power, though one emotion took the lead by far: desire. So these abilities came to be called Id. The governments of the world are seeking out ways to classify these powers, aware that there’s a limited amount of time before they’re completely public knowledge. As part of a United Nations initiative, the Diluculo, the most outstanding young adults from around the world were drafted and gathered, numbering around 300 in total. In a bid to prevent Id from being used for ill purposes, these youths are meant to become valuable assets for each of their countries, as well as the world at large. Split into varied groups that are stationed at different parts of the world, each branch of Diluculo are charged with handling Id based crimes for hundreds or thousands of miles, or kilometers, around. You are one of these recruits, on the threshold of an amazing adventure, some sort of powerful desire driving your forward. Your particular group is stationed in New York City, where you do your task and receive training for using your abilities more effectively. During your time with the Diluculo, you will meet people from all walks of life. But, your number one task is to keep the existence of Id under wraps, for the time being. After all, we wouldn’t want the world to really come to an end… do we? ----- I think that covers most of what the RP would entail. You play a group of young adults between the ages of 17 and 24, having to handle villains, as they were, as well as the potential exposure of Id to the general public. Somewhat guild-esque and episodic, with a home base that will be the setting for most of the down time. If multiple missions are assigned, players will normally be allowed to choose which one they would rather take on. And remember, any Id should be, in some way, tied to that person's desire(s). This is within 1.5 generations of the appearance of Id to the world, so they haven't really had time to develop or mutate too much. ----- Database App

Intrigued.

...eh sure... And my axe!

This basically tells the opponent "don't set that bro... don't do it" when you are telling them they need to set and wait the turn, the opponent's, and until next one comes around, while you have a x2 sped up Uria popping them all. They'd need to be landmine effects to divert that. I very much appreciate Uria becoming this menacing because with the latest support for Sacred Beasts, I've noticed it getting dropped from the builds because of the 0 ATK and stats based on slow Traps. Though this could still be used as a stun tactic for Hamon and Raviel, and it might be enough to get an OTK to the face, especially by Raviel, and especially with their new personalized Skill Drain they got on top.... it kinda makes me wanna suggest you give the lockdown effect exclusive to Uria...

And my bow.

You have my sword. Please give it back you were supposed to return it like a week ago.

Golett knew who it was: number six-one-five-six-five. It knew it was destined to one day join the ranks of the Elite Guard, which was why the Great Ones had forged it of different clay than its brethren, to denote its status and quality. What it didn’t know was why it had been put into stasis. Why had it been shut down without a warning? How long had it been deactivated? What had reactivated it? The society of the Great Ones had been the pinnacle of prosperity. This… this foreign world was anything but prosperous. It appeared the station had been abandoned; the walls were cracked, the pillars broken, and an inches thick layer of grime, cobwebs, and dust had been allowed to dirty the once pristine walls. The few humans that it had encountered since awakening were strange as well. Though they looked like the Great Ones, they adorned themselves in all manner of strange clothing, and they gestured and jeered in a brutish language whenever it allowed them to notice it. Some of them even attempted to engage it in combat. They would release Pokémon from their spherical containment devices and bark what it could only assume were commands at their domesticated creatures, but compared to the warriors of the past these Pokémon were easily defeated. They would usually retreat once it defeated the Pokémon. That was what it had come to expect… until it met the Loud One. The Loud One was a human who had arrived the day before. The Loud One had released his dream-eating tapir and began indiscriminately battling with any Pokémon that approached. Golett had been passing by when it found itself the subject of one such attack, but the dream-eating tapir was no match for its Shadow Punch. It had believed that would be that—until the Loud One had charged at it and attempted to punch it. Golett subdued the rampaging human with a restrained strike to a critical weak point located just beneath center mass. It proved to be super-effective. The Loud One was silenced, brought to his knees, and the Golett continued on its endless patrol of the station. Or so it should have gone, but the Loud One caught up to it after a time. The dream-eating tapir was on its feet again but the Loud One didn’t send it to fight Golett this time. Instead he stepped forward toward Golett, raising his hands in front of his face in a stance similar to that of a Hitmonchan. It appeared the Loud One wanted to fight. Golett was created to protect the Great Ones. They built it from clay, forged it for a divine purpose, and now a human wanted to fight. Was that alright? The Loud One wasn’t a Great One. The Great Ones had vanished. It had to find its own purpose now. Shadows surrounded Golett’s fist as it stepped toward the Loud One. The Loud One was different now. Prepared, probably, because he was nimble. He leaned out of Golett’s first swing, then surprised the golem by stepping forward, twisting his hips, and punching it in the face. It wasn’t particularly effective; humans were frail compared to Pokémon, and the Loud One was no exception to this, but it surprised Golett so much that it backpedaled. The Loud One shook the fist that he had delivered the punch with. “And Mom said I was hard-headed. Hurt myself more than I did you, huh?” he clenched his fist again and took his stance. “Now I really wanna catch ya. C’mon Tyson!” Golett tilted its head. It had no idea what the Loud One was saying but he was grinning now. Behind him, the dream-eating tapir had begun waving its arm around frantically, and a purple aura started to amass around its hands. What was it doing? Was it some kind of Psychic-type attack? The way the energy swirled was hypnotic, and Golett found itself suddenly getting tired. The last thing Golett saw before it collapsed was the Loud One rushing toward it with wide-open arms. Nate struggled to gently lower the Golett to the ground. “Man you’re heavy,” he groaned, after finally easing it onto the floor. He leaned back and stretched his arms into the air. “Good job on the hypnosis Ty! You timed it perfectly buddy.” Tyson the Drowzee wiggled his trunk and made a happy-sounding trumpet noise. Nate smiled at him and then flashed a double-thumbs up. “Job’s not done yet though. Remember what we talked about?” Tyson swung his trunk up and down in what Nate had come to know as a ‘yes’. “Good. Show it the same dream that you showed me, okay bud?” Another swing of the trunk. “Awesome. I’ll go wrap my hand up and keep a look out for any more wild Pokémon while ya do.” A bright tunnel. An arena filled with cheering humans. Family around it. The details of the picture were hazy and hard to pin down, like smoke, but the emotions behind them were vivid. Happiness. Love. Completion. A sense of accomplishment and belonging. It was a dream. Golett didn’t, couldn’t, fully understand it, but it knew the dream-eating tapir was responsible. Tyson. Nate. A voice it could understand. How? The language it knew had been lost to time. Tyson. Nate. Dream. Psychic tricks. The tapir was trying to communicate; that was the only explanation. Golett had no idea what it meant. Tyson and Nate? Names. Tyson. Nate. Us. The tapir apparently knew what Golett was thinking. Of course, it was probably feasting on its dreams. No. No eat. Share. Our dream. Your dream? Too? The tapir’s voice came through in a broken manner, but the dream shifted around Golett, changing to a field. It saw the Loud One and the tapir standing beside each other on a hill, punching in unison, and it was beside them too. Your dream? Travel? Yes? It all clicked into place. The tapir was asking it to join them on their travels. No! It had a duty to protect the station, a duty to serve the Great Ones, to protect them and their interests. But the station was abandoned and the Great Ones were gone. Golett thought of the emotions that had come with the first memory it had been shown. Family… It had lost its brothers. It had been lonely ever since it was reactivated. And the tapir hadn’t eaten its dreams (yet). Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to travel with them. Your dream? . . . . . . . . . . Yes. My dream. Your dream! Our dream! Welcome! Nate sighed and looked up at the sun as he made his way through the bazaar. Had he really only been in this town for three days? The first day he had lost to the Gemput City gym leader. Pretty embarrassingly too, Nate thought. I really ran in there with just Tyson and got him all beat up. His group had left him behind after that. Not that I really knew them. Not the type of people I wanna keep around anyways, if they’re so quick to ditch someone after one loss. He had spent the entirety of the second day chasing Cassius around the ruins. Which brought him to the present. He had gotten up at dawn to go for some early training with Cassius and Tyson. Cassius' right hook was already shaping up to be a lot more snappy, and Tyson had learned a new move from a technical machine that Nate was sure was going to be helpful in their rematch. Still. He was exhausted, and a little lonely after two days without any meaningful human interaction, which was probably why he immediately approached the girl playing piano on the street when he recognized her. “Hey there! That’s some nice music,” he said. “You probably don’t remember me but my name’s Nathan. We were on the same boat on the way over. You here to challenge the gym leader?”