A Collection of Solo RPs

[Zappy]

Nathan Stuff:

Nathan sighed as he looked at the roughly ten foot tall stack of papers next to him. His self proclaimed ‘glorious’ leader, Ryan, had left him with this paperwork to do, simply because he was gloriously lazy. Nathan groaned and took the first paper off the top of the stack.

“Bring it on!” He declared heroically, grasping his red pen firmly in his hand. At least he had been well equipped to charge through nearly fifteen pounds of paper work. He had at least a thousand pens in a thousand different colors. Blue, black, green, red… He’d already decided that he would use multiple colors on each piece of paper in order to annoy his leader.

He took the first paper down off the list and looked down at it. “Right. This paper is….a request to join the team…” He scanned the paper. “Well, this person looks powerful. Strong Pokemon; seems to have good ethic… Pfft. It appears this person used infer where they obviously meant imply!” He snatched the nearby Stamp from his pile of stationery, flicking open the red pad of ink. “DENIED!” He declared, slamming the stamp down against the paper. He lifted up on the stamp and the paper now had a large stamp declaring that the application had been denied. He tossed the paper to the side and drew forth the next. He glanced over the paper absently and sighed, standing up and walking to the mini-fridge in his tiny office. He opened it and withdrew a bottle of fruit punch Gatorade, opening the cap with a satisfying crackle, then pulling it off and sipping it absently. He walked back to his desk and placed the open Gatorade on his desk.

Stretching now as he reached for his pen, he began to fill out the mindlessly complicated paper and extremely pointless form. Eventually, in an evil rage, he flung his red pen across the room and rubbed his temples. “Why must this be so complicated!?” He shouted, to himself, as he was, at least then, all alone in the room. His red pen’s soft tap against the wall across the room could be heard as he spoke and he sighed, resting his head in his hands as he stared forward. He sipped his Gatorade again and stretched his arms, looking down at the paper in front of him. Interesting…. he thought to himself. The paper was a request to join the team and a request for a Pidgey. The girl that had made the application, was sixteen and, to Nathan, an interesting character; being one of the only people he knew of with natural blue hair, something she had added to the personal section. He smiled and grasped the approved stamp tightly in his hand and slammed it down into the green pad, then against the paper, pulling it up and revealing the newly stamped approved picture. He smiled happily and set it in the approved pile, then drained the rest of his Gatorade. Lifting it up into the air slightly after capping it. He tossed it ever so gently and it glided it easily through the room, landing into the waste basket with a quiet thump.

Nathan yawned and stretched his arms above his head, listening to his back and shoulders pop. He gripped a Pokeball on his belt and lifted it up, clicking it and smiling as it enlarged and he tapped it against the desk. He smiled happily when Zappy, his cute and constantly happy Pikachu appeared onto the desk.

“Pika?” She asked her trainer, tilting her head and smiling cutely at him.

“Hey,” Nathan said, lightly stroking her static emitting cheek. “How have you been lately?”

“Good,” she replied, scampering up to her trainer’s shoulder, her normal resting place. “What are you doing?”

“Well,” Nathan replied, drawing another paper off the stack. “I’m filling out papers for my oh so glorious leader, the all mighty Ryan!” He said flatly as he began to fill out the second paper.
“That’s sarcasm, right?” Zappy asked him, to which he nodded. Zappy beamed a cute smile up at Nathan and he couldn’t help but roll his eyes playfully. Zappy had been having trouble with sarcasm in particular. She had been the only one to have a major problem with it out of the three Pokemon Nathan had captured. He had taught them all the English language, because even though he could speak in the PokeLanguage fairly fluently, he felt that it was imperative for the Pokemon to learn the language so they could speak with other people if need be.

Nathan looked down at the needlessly complicated form in front of him and began to fill it out again, his green pen flying about the paper as he did so, picking up easily on the various shortcuts he had been taught by Ryan.

Later on in the night….
“Well, this isn’t too hard….” Nathan muttered, and then checked his watch. “Holy crap!” He shouted, eyes widening. “It cannot be that late already…”

Zappy, who had been sleeping in a comfortable basket Nathan had placed near the door to the office, jarred awake blinking and looking at Nathan. “What’s wrong?” She asked, her small, light yellow paws rubbing her eyes, as she tried to wake up.

“It’s two a.m. in the morning!” Nathan replied miserably, as he glanced at the stack of papers sitting next to him. No longer as large as it had been before, at around nine thirty at night, when he had began his assignment, the paper was now only about a foot tall, but it was still intimidating, especially now as Nathan realized how late it was… His eyes became hard to hold open and they started to flutter closed. He yawned widely, very tired. “I’m going to just take a little nap…” He muttered.

“Don’t, Nate.” Zappy said. “You said those papers have to be done by the morning…” She yawned herself and stretched her arms, seriously considering curling back up into the bed and going back to sleep.

“I’m soooo tired though,” he muttered. And with that, Nathan dozed off into a deep sleep. Zappy sighed and curled up in her blanket, closing her own eyes and drifting off as well.

[Zappy]

Lancelot:

1600 years ago….

Lancelot walked quickly through the long, seemingly never ending halls of the castle, having been called to the throne room by the queen. The squire was just a few steps from being promoted, and with that, gaining his first Pokemon! He smiled, hoping this was what he was being called upon for. He readjusted the heavy steel armor he wore and the sword that hanged off his belt. All together, the nineteen year old man wore about one hundred fifty pounds of armor; not counting the ten pound sword. He took a deep breath as he stood in front of the double doors to the throne room, brushed his long, golden blonde hair out of his pale blue eyes, and pushed the doors open.

Sitting upon the jeweled throne was Abigail, formerly the princess of the land; until a few months ago, when a war had ravaged the land, and her parents and brother had been killed. Now the girl was the queen. She was barely eighteen years old at the time, but she wielded more power than virtually anyone in the kingdom. Her long, chestnut brown hair fell in curled locks, ending slightly below her shoulders. Her attentive green eyes took in everything that happened in her court. She was extremely beautiful, to the point that even when she spoke, her words could lull most men into a trance. Lancelot, however, annoyed her, as he could resist her at any time he pleased, and he was one of the only man in the entirety of the land that could do that.

Lancelot smiled and bowed to her, “My Queen. How are you?” He knew she was powerful; but he was not afraid of her, knowing how to easily push her buttons without making her too angry. She glared at him with hard green eyes and he shook his head. “Why have I been summoned?” The squire asked quietly and respectfully, bowing to her.

“Come forth,” the brown haired, regal beauty ordered in a flat voice and Lancelot nodded a bit, stepping forward towards the queen. He smiled at her, his bright white teeth flashing in the sunlight that came through the large window that was built into the large stone wall behind Abigail’s throne. Lancelot looked cautiously around the room, blinking when he noted that there was no one but himself and the queen in the room, save for a pair of Pokemon standing on either side of the majestic queen’s throne. One of the Pokemon, a Zangoose’s, eyes met Lancelot’s and he blinked as he noticed the extreme battle lust in the elegant, yet clearly powerful Pokemon’s soft yellow eyes.

The queen snapped her fingers rather sharply, “Lancelot!” She snapped at him and he jumped out of his trance that he had been in, while he had been observing the battle lost in the Zangoose’s eyes. The second Pokemon, a small Growlithe, licked her fur then turned with thoughtful red eyes to Lancelot. Lancelot glanced at him quickly but turned back to the queen when she snapped her fingers again. “Stop ignoring me!” She said forcefully.

“Yes, Lady Abigail,” Lancelot replied softly with a small smile, looking at her with his blue eyes. She huffed and folded her arms over her chest defiantly. She often ordered him not to call her that, but Lancelot never listened. He would just smile at her, and she would have no choice but to drop the subject.

“As you know,” Abigail began, and since she was no longer angry with Lancelot for ignoring her, her voice was beautiful and filled the room easily. Lancelot smiled happily and Abigail began to speak, “Due to your recent exploits in both battles and tournaments, it is time for you to become a Knight of my Order. Do you agree with this?” The question was merely a formality; they both knew Lancelot would agree. He nodded eagerly and at that Abigail smiled and stood up off her throne. Lancelot drew his sword and knelt before the queen, his arms held out and his sword lain across them, offering it to her so that she may knight him. Abigail’s face remained emotionless as she gripped the sword’s hilt and lifted it from Lancelot’s arms.

“Do you accept the responsibilities of the position?” She asked, lifting the sword up slightly. Lancelot nodded, eyes closed as Abigail gently tapped the sword on his left shoulder. “And do you swear to always abide by the rules of honor and be chivalrous for as long as you shall live?”

“I do,” Lancelot replied softly, voice quiet as he made an agreement that he would have to forever hold, or he would be removed from his position as a knight. Abigail lifted the sword and swung it over Lancelot’s head, tapping it against his right shoulder. She sat the sword in front of him and leaned forwards, kissing his forehead. Lancelot blinked, as this was not part of the usual ceremony. Abigail smiled sheepishly and shrugged her shoulders to say she didn’t think anything of it.

“Rise now, Sir Lancelot,” she encouraged him quietly, face blushed from the when she had kissed his forehead. She continually thought to herself that it hadn’t been a big deal as Lancelot rose to his feet and re-sheathed his sword. Abigail gestured to the Pokemon on either side of her throne. “These will be your partners. You are to keep them close to you at all times. They will guide you, help you, and above all, fix your mistakes.” At the last part of her speech, Lancelot winced; throughout his training as both a paige and a squire, he had often disobeyed direct orders to do what he felt was write, though this would sometimes cause humongous problems which his trainers had to deal with. He knew these were the mistakes she spoke of. She smiled plainly, glad to have in a bad position now. “You may leave now.”

Lancelot nodded eagerly and turned to leave, sweat dripping off his brow. He had been extremely nervous when he had been summoned to the throne room. It had been even worse when he had realized he was to be knighted. The Growlithe from before stepped forward and with a puppy like bark, she jogged next to Lancelot contently. The Zangoose was less willing and stepped to the opposite side of Lancelot, his tail swishing indignantly the Zangoose lifted a paw up the low light of the throne room and examined his claws intently. Lancelot shook his head. His life would be much more interesting now. He left the throne room, his two new Pokemon in tow as the walked through the halls of the castle. The newly christened Sir Lancelot had never been happier – or prouder of himself than at that moment. He thought to himself if his father would proud of him, then shook his head, not wanting to think of his father, whom, after killing Lancelot’s mother in a blind rage because he assumed she had been adulterous, placed the two month old Lancelot on the door mat to a local orphanage, had killed himself out of guilt.

Lancelot shook his head to clear it of those gloomy thoughts and pushed open the doors to the drawbridge outside the castle, which he confidently walked across, followed by his new Zangoose and Growlithe. He turned to them and asked with a short lived smile, “Do either of you have names?” The two Pokemon shook their heads. “All right,” Lancelot said excitedly, smiling, “For you,” he said, patting the Growlithe’s head, “Lady Abigail. To forever remind me of my loving queen.”

Abigail yipped happily. Lancelot smiled and turned to the Zangoose, “And for you, Zoltan, shall be your name. Do you like it?” Zoltan gave an affirmative nod, but said nothing. Lancelot frowned. His relationship with Zoltan would be most strained until the Zangoose began to accept him. And Lancelot could tell that would take quire a long while…