The Pokemon Opal Roleplay! (Please read the first message!)

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(Um, no, Miss Kuraudo. Perhaps I should be clear: Jamie was stretching her hand out toward Gyarados, at an upper angle, like around 50 degrees up from the ground. Gyarados then moved toward Jamie, letting Jamie get near it with her hand stretched still on that angle, allowing her to pet its face (like, IDK, between the eyes))

"Oh, you can cook?", my mom asked, "What would you like to make? Perhaps I can help you with that."

When Ghost healed up my Bulbasaur and Gyarados, I said to her, "Thank you, Ghost. How did you do that?" Frankly, I think I overheard Dan asking the very same question to her, but I'd thought I ask again just to be sure.

[Sorry for nitpicking. ]

I can make enough ultimate stew and divine memory pastries for everyone here. I will manifest the ingredients and then instruct you on how to make them, if you wish. Dream said.

"I, um, don't really know how I do that." said Ghost, "I didn't even know I could until I did it by accident earlier today. Maybe it's something to do with extradimensional energy reacting with my connection with Pokemon, letting me use it to heal them?" She shrigged. "But that's really just a guess."

My mom's eyes widened from what Dream said, and then nodded. "Interesting," she said inquisitively, "I would love you to help out to make dinner."

Okay, her tone toward Dream makes it kinda creepy, but I don't really think it's that bad. ….I hope.

"Oh, I see," I said to Ghost, though I'm not sure I'd understand anything she said about extradimentional energy and stuff like that. I mean, I am 11, after all.

I then overheard Jesse wailing a bit, crouching down with both of his ears covered. Oh, he must still be freaked out by my Gyarados.

Well, maybe I should just try to make him make amends with my Pokémon, and get along with it.

I then walked up to Jesse. gave him a gentle pat on the shoulder, and then he looked up at me with tears on his eyes.

"Hey," I said to him, "Why don't you try to go over to my Gyarados, and make friends with it?"

"Bu-But," Jesse started to say.

I put my index finger on his lips to shut him up. "It's alright," I said, "If you get to know my Pokémon, I'm sure you won't be scared anymore."

"O-Okay," he said hesitantly. Then both of us walked up to my Gyarados, and said, "Please let my brother pet you so you two can make friends with each other, okay?"

Gyarados then grunted, and then lowered its head gently toward Jesse so he can be able to put his hand on it. Jesse then hesitantly touched Gyarados's face, right in the middle of its face, and strokes it up and down.

Gyarados then became very content, and gave Jesse a gentle cuddle. Jesse became startled at first, but then he started to enjoy it, too.

"Ha, ha, ha," Jesse giggled in amusement, "You right, sissy! (Again, with the 'sissy'. -_- ) I like him already!"

"Hey, Jamie," Quinn called us, "Mind if I make friends with your Gyarados? It seems really cool!"

"Ok, yeah, sure, go ahead," I answered. Then Quinn came up to Gyarados, and then Gyarados did the same thing with Jesse to start their friendship.

"Hey, Jamie....", Jesse started to say, though I'm a bit shocked to hear him actually say my name. Usually, he just calls me 'sissy' just to tease me. "I didn't mean to be mean to your Gyarados. I'm sorry for kicking it while sleeping."

To be honest, we've been having a very sour relationship for a very long time that I'd forgotten how sweet he was when we were little. This is, like, the first time in years since he's been that way.

I gave him a hug, and said to him, "Hey, it's okay. I know you've been through a lot. But just because you have those issues doesn't mean you should be that way also."

I almost forgot to mention, when he was at elementary school, a lot of kids there didn't really like him that much. They'd picked on him, calling him bad names, and get into fights at recess. I was once there to defend him from other kids when I was younger, but since I got into middle school, I got really worried about him. Though I don't agree that he had became very sour because of that. At least that Quinn has been going to school with him. But still, his sour behavior was the main reason I kept referring to him as my 'little bother'.

Of course, I used to get bullied, too, so I don't really blame him. Though, what really bothers me the most is when the kids at school said-

"Well, why don't we all get inside?", my mom called out, "Jamie, Virginia, and Georgia are having a sleepover, right? Are you here for that, too?", she asked Ghost and Dream.

"Yes, we are," Virginia and Georgia responded.

~Meanwhile, in another world~

"I... fail to how see this is a good idea," the boy muttered. He had tan skin, shaggy brown hair that came down to his shoulders, and golden eyes. He was about 19 years old and seemed to suffer from a severe lack of sleep.

A few years ago, Gristle met a cat named Basil, and they went on a wacky adventure to save the city, from aliens, fire-breathing snails, and even a rogue kitsune. The two became widely renowned as heroes. But now he preferred to live a more quiet life, as an ordinary high school students. Well... mostly ordinary.

The only not ordinary thing being Basil's schemes.

"Oh come on Gristle, it'll be fuuuuun~" the girl said as she dragged him into the spare room of his house. She was about seventeen, with sparkling purple eyes and a bouncy black ponytail. Gristle offered no resistance, but he did roll his eyes. "Define fun."

"Fuuuuun~" she let him go, "means I've devised a randomized. teleportation. spell!!" Basil grinned. In the spare room she had set up a stand with a book of spells on it, and a circle in which to perform the magic ritual. Gristle blinked. "Oh. Actually, that... does sound interesting."

As he was about to voice his concerns, she chirped, "Oh don't worry, I've restricted the radius to inside the city so we won't wind up anywhere strange! It'll be fine!"

"Last time you said that I ended up getting turned into a frog."

Basil pouted. "Well! I mean it this time!" The girl skipped over to her book and leafed through the instructions. "See? All it says we have to do is stand in the magic circle, spin around three times, and say floogly doogly." She stepped back into the painted circle with Gristle, they both spun around and chanted the spell. Suddenly the outline of the circle began to glow in a brilliant light, and a deafening screech filled the room. Then a hole opened up in the floor, and they fell straight down like a cartoon.
"WEEEEEE!"

The hole opened up again, and the two teenagers dropped out. They were standing outside somebody's house. Gristle grinned. "Oh hey, that's not too bad." There was a group of kids outside, who they could probably ask for directions. He was about to walk up to them when Basil tapped him on the shoulder. "Hey Gristle, what's that thing?"

Gristle turned to see the tiny dinosaur with a seed on its back. It was like no conceivable thing he'd ever seen. He backed away. "Uh, Basil? I don't think we're in Chissahjo anymore..."

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[Sorry! I've been busy with stuff lately.]

I will not take up much room. I can stay in a wall if necessary. Dream said to Jamie's mum.

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"Okay," my mom said, with a hint of skeptic in her voice, since it seems like there's going to be a LOT of people staying over for my slumber party tonight.

"Okay, sissy," Jesse said, perking right back up, "I'll meet you inside, and...", then he looked behind me, and said, "Hey, who the heck are they?"

I turned around to where Jesse is pointing, and saw two people, one is a brown-looking boy, and the other is a purple looking girl.

I wanted to believe myself that they're just townsfolk taking a walk, but these two are like looking right at us. It's kind of unnerving.

[I really hope we could continue with this...]

[I know. This cannot continue if NOBODY here is participating!]

[I've been waiting until it seems like I can do anything to move things along, it just didn't seem like it was "my turn," as such. I'm still around and wanting to continue.]

“Purple-looking” was indeed a good way to describe Basil: purple dress, purple tights, purple shoes, purple scrunchie. The only thing not purple was her hair. She had sparkly eyes, a huge smile, and a ponytail that bounced up and down with every step she took. She basically looked like the human epitome of joy.

Gristle on the other hand, looked more like a depressed punk who just woke up in the middle of the afternoon. His hair was a tangled mass, and his hands were tucked into the pockets of his baggy hoodie. He wore sweatpants with mismatched sneakers, and a pair of headphones around his neck. “If you screwed up that spell, I am going to kill you.”

Basil stopped jumping for joy and blinked.

“I’m going to ask those people where we are, and I want you to stay right here,” said Gristle. “Got it?” “Okay!” Basil chirped. He started to walk away, but then looked back over his shoulder to make sure she still there. She was. He sighed. Basil could be such a pain in the butt sometimes. He wondered why they even hung out together...

Then he imagined her smile in the back of his head, and secretly it made him flutter... wait, no! Basil was like a little sister. That was definitely not the reason.

Danny’s mom was greeted by the sight of the approaching brown-haired boy. “‘Scuse me ma’am,” he said casually, “do you happen to know where we are?”

[It's Jamie's mom, not Dan's. This is Jamie's POV now.]

"Why, yes," my mom said, "This is Arise Town of the West Doziac region. Are you visiters from the East Doziac region?"

(Finally, I came up with the name of this new region!

….I hope it doesn't mean anything inappropriate in a different language, though. )

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