Lost Tales of the Pokemon World

Out of all the titles for a magic user 15 year old witch Arisa lived in a cave in eastern Johto, known as the Dark Cave. Most people thought it had only three openings, but she knew all of them, how they open up into other caves and weak walls that could easily be broken and fixed to make exits. It was today, though, that she would make her weekly trip to Goldenrod and stock up on supplies. She was quite experimental with magic, so supplies were usually worn out by the end of the week.

Arisa ran her hands down her face, her normally clean face turning to a young orphan or begger's dirty face by means of magic. She did the sme, running her hands down her limbs and torso. To anyone not trained in the ways of magic, she'd look unremarkable but it was only an illusion. Magic users could see her as she was, her clean skin and bright face. Arisa slipped on a cloak and headed out to Goldenrod through means of a secert enterance.

(okay, this RP is fantasy MAGIC themed, so put that into mind. I'm coming out toward Goldenrod City, Johto, just remember this takes place far in the past. The order we post the first time'll become the posting order. Feel free to make things up, and have fun~)

Nova Paria walked around the marketplace, her face was covered by a black shawl. She appeared to be a widower, but she was looking for something. Nova shuffled to a stall, examining their goods but looked away, before walking to the next stall. She didn't know what she was looking for but Nova knew she would know it when she saw it.

A cheerful blonde female hop-skipped across the marketplace. She lead a rather simple life, happy for all of the little things in life. After all, she didn't have much money. Despite living in one of the busier places in Johto, Riza and her family were still only just able to get by. The citizens however, knew her for her mischievousness and bubbly attitude. Despite causing a whole bunch of trouble almost daily, she still, somehow, managed to gain trust from the people whom would give her odd jobs so that she could do her bit to pay for her family's house and food.

Riza's only companion was her Butterfree friend, Shiru. Shiru had been found as a tiny Caterpie, injured and burned after a fight with a fire type. Despite her family's lack of money, Riza had taken her in and the two had become the best of friends. With love, care and attention, Shiru had soon grown into a Metapod and then a Butterfree. She had then started accompanying Riza to the main part of town where they would seek out jobs.

Despite this happy and simple life, Riza still had her secrets that she kept hidden from the world...

(Wait, will we make our characters as we go along?)

Linna walked into the marketplace, her long blonde ponytail swinging as this girl from Viridian increased her pace. Her clothes were a little windswept after her journey, but it was worth it. She never thought she'd see more people than there were in Saffron city or Fuschia, but this....This was amazing. Her emerald-green eyes sparkled with exitement She sighed.
"I know, I know. Don't draw attention to myself. You've been telling me, time and time again, Fear. Geez." She could communicate with Pokemon because, you see, she was one of those special trainers from the Viridian Forest, the ones born once every ten years...Like Yellow, Lance, and Giovanni. She was a child of the Viridian, as well as a witch. But she preferred the terms 'soceress' and 'mage'. And you would use them unless you wanted to wake up the next day as a Stunky.

Arisa came out her secert enterance to the Goldenrod Market. She had a pouch full of coins from her clients as she called them. People would go to the cave and find her, have her make something for them, but not many as only a small amount of people knew about her. She paid a lot for her services, but her clients were never tricked and always got the best result Arisa could give.

She glanced around and detected a few others with magical powers in the aria. She grunted at this fact and headed to the magical section of the shops. One of them sold potion ingrediants and she was a regular customer there. The merchant who lived at the shop knew her well and alwas had what shw normally got prepared.

"The usual," Arisa stated in a slightly bored, almost emotionless tone. The man handed over a bag with an assortment of ingrediants. She handed over a few coins without another word. She had to more shops to get to, so she walked quickly through the shops and stalls.

Arisa was hoping not to be pulled over from the other magicians, but she knew it was inevitable. She passed closely toward one of them, who was apparently trying to disguise herself similar to her, but Arisa didn't say anything. She just kept walking, hoping for the best.