Homija [RP thread]

Fujiwara was too clean.

It was a city of towering skyscrapers, squat shops, and narrow streets. Cities, especially one this size, weren't supposed to be clean. They were grimy, gritty, dark places, littered with trash and painted with graffiti. But Fujiwara was pristine. Warm sunlight glinted off the spotless glass, all the buildings seemed freshly built, and the street below seemed like it was in a constant state of cleaning. Minccinos trailed after tourists, dusting the ground where they walked with their long bushy tails, while Probopasses hovered over the sidewalks, picking up everything from loose change to dropped keys. On rooftops, dragon banners streamed and fluttered from metal poles that had been scrubbed until they shone, and even inside, everything was unnaturally sanitary. The positioning of the furniture inside the hotel was a bit too perfect, all the paintings on the wall were a little too straight, and the red velvet carpet was being obsessively vacuumed by a very fretful-looking Riolu.

That's why, in such a sterile place, it was jarring to see the dirty old man shouting from the corner.

He had a bald spotted head, but a scraggly gray beard hung from his weak chin. Most of his teeth seemed to be missing, and one eye was a glassy gray, while the other didn't point to where he was looking. The man was wearing little else but brown tattered rags, and in one hand, he held a megaphone up to his mouth.

A knot of Minccinos had gathered around his feet, no doubt trying to dust him away like they'd dusted the other unwanted patches of common dirt, but he kicked them away and kept shouting into his megaphone. It amplified and carried his voice throughout the entire city block, and even inside the hotel, it was loud enough it felt like he was shouting directly into Kasumi's ear. "The whooore Ayame cavorts with demons!" he screeched, hopping away on one bare foot as the Minccinos began to aggressively sweep at him with their tails. "She who murdered the honored Inoue Kaito to seat the product of her sin on the throne! Open your eyes to the truth, Mareeple! This Ryuunosuke is but a puppet of Giratina, a bastard son of Yveltal, and his audacity to name himself Emperor has affronted the gods! Articuno's cold shadow passes over the nation, in these ― h-hey! Gerroff! Get away from me!"

Black suited men seemed to appear out of nowhere. One grabbed at him, but the man slipped away with a surprising agility and dashed away, letting his megaphone clatter to the concrete. A Probopass picked it up with a low electric bzzz. The men in black and the small horde of Minccinos gave chase.

"Open your eyes..." The sound of their voices and the scuffing of footsteps against the concrete faded away into nothing, along with the squeaks of very angry Minccinos, until there was nothing left but the murmuring buzz of people in the street and the forlorn cries of Wingulls and Murkrows circling in the pale blue sky.

Kasumi turned away from the window with a low sigh, her afternoon entertainment snatched away. Fujiwara International Hotel, 5 Stars, the "greatest boarding house in the country!", was boring, and she'd been stuck here for days with nothing to do. Oh, yes, it was the "GREATEST BOARDING HOUSE IN THE COUNTRY!", as the employees were so keen to remind everyone, and oh, yes, all the great families were flocking here to stay, and oh, yes, fantastic, they had people waiting on them hand and foot, but that didn't change that they were being imprisoned and kept waiting like criminals on trial. They were forbidden from going outside without a black-suited escort, from leaving the city block, from going to the docks where the Mizushima ships were waiting, or from even going to look at the Imperial Palace. The boy-Emperor had not even come out to meet them yet. They were the greatest and most powerful families in the country, and they were being restricted. It was either a shrewd display of power or a giant middle finger. Kasumi supposed it was a mix of both. Kaito had always hated his lords. His son was likely a chip off the old paranoid block.

She ground her teeth and pushed herself to her feet. I know what game you're playing at, Inoue.

At least it wouldn't last for much longer. Tonight was the coronation. Tonight they'd finally see this Inoue Ryuunosuke for themselves.

He hadn't seen the man himself, not having bothered to so much as glance out the window, but the nobleman heard the commotion well enough. He listened with shut eyes, imagining the old fool screaming at every passerby, human and pokemon alike, begging for their attention. A small smirk covered his face when he heard the angry shouts of minccinos and heavy footsteps trailing after the fleeting voice. Where would they take the man when they finally caught him, he wondered. Would they throw him out of the city, feed him to some dragonite, or perhaps some prison? Like this hotel?

Hideaki groaned in slight annoyance, wondering how long the Empress Dowager planned to keep them here, glancing down at the pokemon at his feet. Flareon's ears were sharply perked forward, clearly also interested in whatever commotion was happening out on the streets. A distraction if there ever was one here. It was almost frightening, how completely perfect and routine everything was. It was his first visit to the city that he could remember, and he knew the Emperor liked to keep an iron thumb over what he could control - both the high nobles (especially his family, whose distaste for the Inoue's was no secret), but this was ridiculous. Mad, even.

"Well, isn't this turning out to be great fun?" He called out with a smirk to no one in particular.

A sigh came from a noble women, who sat on a couch not to far from the other clan head child. Aika didn't really bother to pay attention to what was going on outside the area. It only irritated her more to hear the commotion grow as official's and pokemon joined in chasing the man. It only pleased her when the noise was gone. She didn't care where the man went, just thank Arceus he was gone.

The girl looked up at her Garchomp that stood guard over her eyeing everyone one in the room, and giving a glare to those who got to close. Aika was bored of being trapped in the hotel, there was nothing to do, and she was growing more impatient the longer they had to wait. She wasn't a chatot to be caged up, she would rather be in the desert training with her pokemon or something better than this! She only grunted in response the the boy near her in the room.

A young teen stood on the side walks looking completely lost. She held a map of the city in her small pale hands trying to firgure out where everything was. Exchanging confused glances with her partner Leafeon. Suddenly alert when she heard a loud commotion. Asa's deep brown eyes followed an eldery man being chased away by some minccino, slightly raising an eyebrow as she eyed the old man. Getting a couple strange vibes from the elder and a bit confused what he could of done wrong. 


Asa looked away from the man when she felt a nudge at her knees. It was quite clear that leafeon wanted to move on, like that man was a waste of time to look at. Smiling the brunnete reached her hand down gently stroking her partners head. Looking at a direction where a large amount of people gathered Asa firgured she could ask someone for directions. The girl started to walk off her leafeon quickly rushing after its trainer.


"This place is crazy." The girl whispered to herself as she looked around the busy streets.


Occ; sorry for this shitty post.

"You're telling me," groaned a boy on the other side of the room. He sat in a rather comfortable chair, but he was bored out of his mind. Who knew how long they'd be stuck here? At least he wasn't alone. It seemed like everyone dreaded being here for the famous coronation of the newest emperor. Honestly, even for being such a noble, Akio didn't care about this. He preferred to walk around and see the sights and be himself rather than act all stuck up and formal like his clan. Yeah he was representing, but it was such a pain.

Sitting in the chair with his legs and arms crossed and his head down as if he were trying to take a nap, he didn't even bother looking up at the ruckus going on outside. It didn't really bother him so much. There were heretics all the time wandering around the streets. This one wasn't any different. The only difference was that he was no in his usual city in the mountains. No, he was stuck in this creepily clean hole until the big events today had passed. Sighing, he looked up and glanced at everyone around the room. Maybe there was something that they could do while they waited. Why would they stick them in this place with absolutely nothing to do? "Anyone have any ideas to pass the time?"

A girl with long sliver hair slowly walked over to the curtains very cautiously. Slowly reaching her left hand out to slightly open it. Setsuko was nervous, what if something bad was happening out there? She almost chewed her nails off one time when she heard something that sounded like gun-shots but were actually fireworks. The girls loyal Pokèmon, Weavile stood behind her looking at what was happening from its trainers back. While her other Pokèmon: Snowdrop, Neo, and Aurora crowded around the window also trying to see what was going on.

All Setsuko saw and heard was some stuff about how someone murdered the emperor, and too keep their eyes open. Something about that man made chills run down her spine another thing that made her nervous was this hotel she was in it seemed odd in some ways. she blinked in amazement as the minccino tried to sweep him away, thinking that he was a piece of trash or something. Setsuko closed the curtain when the man was dragged out of sight. Blinking at everyone who seemed startled like her,

"I-I-it's okay.." oh man why did her father have to send her to a hotel like this,she hardly knew how to treat her Pokèmon if anything happened to them.. In fact Setsuko didn't really know how to take care of herself. She was always a helpless shy girl that was the clan leaders daughter. Maybe it would help if they went back to the pokèball... Quickly reaching over to her bag to get their pokèballs she looked at it skeptically, before pointing at it at her Pokèmon. "Return!" She managed to say as her Pokèmon returned helplessly to their pokéballs.

In an isolated corner of the room, sat a younger boy hugging his Banette who had this continuously Cheshire-esk smile on it's zipper face. It was the first time he had been without adults around, of course he'd be nervous. Not to bother or irritate the other clan head children. Yashushi glanced out the window, and watched the man be taken away. He didn't feel bad. The man had been pretty much been begging to be taken away. You aren't supposed to speak out against the Emperor like that. Even if his clan did like them that much, they knew better then to do that. At least...Not with proper support. But that is besides the fact that the man made a stupid move. Though, it did set people on edge, was that what he wanted to accomplish?

Yashushi kept silent, drawing his gaze over the other children, observing with mild boredom. He had to where else to go. He'd better use his time with them wisely. Getting to know them, hopefully without speaking. The Miyamoto's heir wasn't a big talker, and when he talked, it was quietly. Wiggling his toes inside his shoe, Yashushi started studying. Not really caring if people caught him staring. The more he scared them the better. It was always funny to see people's reactions to being scared.

Another girl atop an almost huge electric type pokemon stomped through the city. The pokemon made loud thuds as each foot hit the ground, and continued on. She rested on his arm, which was hell up so she could hold on while she rode him. She was ready to just fall asleep, but knew that if she did Electivire wouldn't know where to go, and they would probably end up leaving the city. She firmly grasped his arm as she tried to get down from his shoulder. The two tails from behind its back curled around her waist, and gently set her down beside him. As the homeless looking man passed them, followed by the black suited men and Minccinos, she couldn't help but smile. All she could do was think of what he did. So many ideas, gore filled ideas, popped into her head. She turned around to see what would happen to him, but was turned around by her Electivire's tails."You can put me down now, I can walk you know." Obviously he couldn't understand her, so he just kept walking. "Hey! Stop ignoring me!" she yelled as she tried to get out of his tails. She stopped moving as she saw her destination come into sight. "There it is!' She shouted as she pointed at the large building. "Full speed ahead Electivire!" Still, the pokemon didn't listen to her commands. It was so slow. "Come on, at this rate it'll take an hour! Hurry up!"

A seemingly bleak, barren room was burst open with immense light, glowing beautifully across the room and reflecting the tiny shards of broken colored glass to create a delicate image upon the ceiling, a girl blinking her amethyst-colored eyes with a look of awe, had a cute, gentle smile on her.

Days upon days, hours upon hours, minutes upon minutes, they had all passed by swiftly as though carried away by the wind until the day of the sacred coronation had come, to crown the young emperor of the Inoue line, Ryuunosuke. Little to nothing was known about the youth, having possibly never been seen outside, but now, all would be reveal eventually. Curtains blown by a breeze had started to dance around their borders, and the fragile air had been so soothing, that Naomi could only let out a soft yawn before looking outside to admire the tranquil and serenity of Fujiwara, its clean environment was so blessed by it that only could be the work of the ancient goddess of gratitude's work, Shaymin. Unfilled with the poisonous toxic of filth, the city was indeed in luck for such a thing, unlike many other cities under the control of the many Great Clans, the capital was placed in utmost convenience for wealth and could only be considered nature's wonderland. The peace that Yoshida's niece felt was soon interrupted by the shrieks of a man of poverty, his tattered appearance standing out against the sanitary.

Wincing when she saw the poor, furry Mincinno be kicked away when all they did was try to aid him in being more aseptic, the pitch-blacked hair adolescent stood up and couldn't help but frown, desiring to jump off the balcony and drop into the crowd below to lecture him about the abuse of Pokemon in such a way, Naomi held back as a crowd tangled up around the man, only to have him flee, resulting in a wild Swanna hunt. Suppressing a sigh, the girl was pondering upon the words that the homeless male had spoken for all to hear with his megaphone, trying to interpret what he meant, but her own naivety got in the way, resulting in her actually thinking that he was Giratina's puppet and Yveltal's son... The emperor anyway. But, if that was the case, why was he in royalty and why was he considered the heir of the Inoue line? Surely, they'd know that Ryuunosuke had Yveltal's DNA on him whenever they took blood tests. Even then, there didn't seem to be anything wrong with that - every person that still draws breath from this world until their eternal slumber to reawaken in a new world could have a good heart, and they shouldn't be judged on where they're from or their social class or anything. The heart is the most important part.

A snapping sound could be heard from across the room and a low growl-like side was added on shortly afterwards, causing Naomi to snap out of her never-ending daze, and turn her attentions toward an upset Mawile whose arms were crossed while setting up complaints, the mouth connected to its head clamping on a slightly cracked bowl, the break from before. Tilting her head and giving a small smile, the Yoshida heiress gave the signal to tell the devious Pokemon to wait a moment, hearing the background noise of the Steel Fairy whining in a feisty manner.

"I'll be over there soon Mawile, don't worry!" Heading towards the sweet-filled kitchen with all of its delightful aroma and comforting atmosphere, Naomi went in and gently placed her hand on the container of Poffins she had created before hand, the cream of it had stayed intact from the trip by sea. Handing her partner the delectable baked goods that the Mawile had wanted, Naomi stared off distantly, still baffled by what the man had said.

Hopefully, all would be revealed by the end of the night, at the start of dawn.

"To pass the time?" she repeated. Kasumi tugged at her gloves and looked them over. They lazed around on chairs, sat sulking in corners, or stared off into space in sullen silence... the majority had even let their Pokémon loose in the hotel, driving the poor Riolu mad from all the dirt being tracked in. The nation's in good hands, clearly. If this was what the country's future governors looked like, and if even half of the rumors being peddled around about the new Emperor were true, then she didn't want to see what the continent would look like in twenty years. Maybe all the clans had just sent their idiots. Her brother was heir to Shimajima and the Mizushima name, but he remained at Maezuma to look over the fleet, while she'd been packed off to Fujiwara to play at being consort. That was a woman's work, she supposed. Her work.

She glanced over her shoulder, back out the window where the old man had been preaching. Maybe it was her imagination, but the buildings seemed to be... rattling. Kasumi looked back to the others. "Why don't we start with each other's names?" she suggested. It was an innocuous and friendly proposal, but there wasn't any hint of warmth in her voice. She spoke with the iron tones of a commander, not like the courtly young girl she was supposed to be. Kasumi glanced over the menagerie Pokémon that'd been left to roam the room. "I'm Mizushima Kasumi. And I take it you're..." Her eyes flicked to where the Ice-types had been only moments before, then the Flareon, then to the Garchomp, then to the Banette being cradled like a doll. "Yukimura, Himura, Tanaka, Miyamoto, and...?"

Kasumi frowned. No Kitas, unless the boy who'd spoken last was it. No Kagomes. No Oshiros. No Tsukinos. No Fukuis. Were they in the other parts of the hotel, or had they not bothered to show up for the coronation at all? Wouldn't that be a pretty little scandal? Kaito had ruled a long time. Maybe some of the clans wanted to push their luck with this new boy ruler. Kurosawa, Kimura, and Yamauchi all had chances of not showing at all. They were poor clans, remote, and not on good standings with the royal family. They said Yamauchi Noritada himself had lost his eye and his mind after the War of the Black Prince, and rarely left Tochiyama or his stronghold of Iwaken. As far as Kasumi knew, he had never had any children. The clans most likely to not attend were insignificant, but the boy's response to such slights would be everything. And if someone major failed to show up at His Majesty's crowning, like the Kagomes or the Kitas...

Wouldn't that be interesting?

Letting out a deep sigh, the boy stretched his arms above his head and his stretched his feet across the floor to help straighten himself out before he stood up, pressing down some of the wrinkles in his dress shirt to make it look tidy again. Yeah sure, he wasn't exactly fond of the whole fancy thing, but he had to show that he had manners. Being in front of the children of the other nobles, he had to show that he cared about what he did in front of them. Otherwise, he knew that if he didn't care, it could easily ruin his entire family's reputation. Sure, the reputation wasn't the greatest in the world being loyalists until the most recent rebellion against the emperor more than eighty years ago, but what reputation they did have, he had to make sure they kept. He had to be proper... for his family if nothing else. "Mizushima, huh? Well, I am Takahashi Akio. It is a pleasure to meet a master of water," he said with a small bow of respect. He didn't particularly like it, but whatever. These were nobles, and they were here to meet the new emperor no matter how much he wanted to just walk around the city and see the sights.

Asa hurried into the hotel, oh god what would the others think if she never showed up in the first place? She quickly glanced around the lobby rushing to the desk, and checking in. She did have a bit of a heavy load thank god she had her pokemon with her. Septile, Bayleef and Grotle each seemed to be carrying a bag looking pleased to help. Asa gave a small smile and nodded to them, "Right lets go." She pushed a button in the elevator, quickly reaching her room in time. Slipping the card in the slot she slowly opened the door. "Uh hi everyone" the brunnet said giving a nervous smile.

Aika just looked at the other people around the room. She wasn't exactly fond of other people. She sat with perfect posture in her chair, just listening to the others in the room. She blinked when her name got pointed out, but it wasn't a surprise seeing how she had her Garchomp out. Honestly the thing was stubborn and like to protect it's owner, but normally she was out in the desert with all her pokemon out and enjoying the sun. She gave a glance to the newer person in the room, but didn't really notice. "Tanaka Aika," She responded giving her name not really caring to who payed attention.

Firguring they were introducing each other Asa slipped in closing the door behind her pokemon. 
Taking her hand and brushing the hair of her shoulders. "I'm Kita Asa, the girl said giving a friendly and warm smile.

Yashushi stayed silent, finding the point to speak redundant. If they where related to clan heads, than they would be smart enough to at least know other heirs' names. Just to make them use their brains, he didn't introduce himself. Not to mention he was the youngest by far, so that added to the; 'I'm not going to speak.' If they wanted to know his name, they better have learned everyone's name. Or at least, their last name.

Shifting his grasp on Banette, Yashushi turned his gaze to the girl who had just recently burst into the room. The heir of the Kita Clan, who specializes in grass types. His Lampent should do fine against any of her Pokemon.

And thus the process of observation continued through every occupant of the room. He didn't ever want to be caught unprepared. He had less experience than anyone here, but he knew that he was on edge more than anyone. Though, he didn't let it show. Not that he thought that someone would attack him. It wouldn't be overly surprising. Considering that his clan was more than once a rebel, along with the fact that people are bothered by ghost Pokemon. They scare them, and only adds to stereotype against him and his clan. Rubbing his Banette's arm between is index finger and thumb, he pondered the status of the clans.