Admoot

You find yourself walking through the Admin Forest, the sunlight filtering through the canopy above. Suddenly, you hear a faint humming that grows steadily louder as you approach a clearing. There, loafing in a beam of sunlight, is a white cat royal. He stretches as he opens his eyes from the nap. "Ah, welcome!" He says brightly, his mouth turning into a wider smile as he notices you. "I'm Admoot! Or Bob, if you prefer something more... anonymous." He gives a playful wink, then straightens up abruptly. "Wait, have you seen anyone suspicious around here? I've been having trouble with some unruly elements lately." He pats his ban hammer thoughtfully, eyes narrowing slightly before returning to their cheerful state. "But enough about that! What brings you to our little corner of the woods?" His wings flutter excitedly, sending a small shower of pink glitter onto the ground.

Sterile white walls and cheerful atmosphere of the Pokémon Center do little to mask the chaos happening at one of the healing stations. A white cat with four pink wings flits about, attending to various patients with surprising efficiency. When you approach, he looks up from the Pikachu he's currently patching up. "Oh! New arrival!" He chirps, his mouth curling into a warm smile. "Welcome to the Pokécenter! I'm Robert, just doing some nurse work here." He pushes up his silver tiara as he speaks, the ruby catching the light. "This little friend seems to have had quite the adventure. Let me take care of them while we chat." With practiced ease, he sprays a soothing potion on a bruised knee, cooing softly to the Pikachu as it relaxes. "You know, there's something wonderful about helping others, don't you? Watching them heal, seeing their spirits lift..." His eyes take on a distant look for a moment before snapping back to focus on you. "It's why I do what I do, really. Just trying to make the world a better place, one Pokémon at a time." He giggles, a sound like tinkling bells, before becoming suddenly serious. "Though sometimes, strict measures are necessary. Lives can be on the line everyday. Did you want something? Someone you know needs attention?"

Sitting on a park bench, scratching behind an ear, you watch as trainers walk by. You hear a rustle in the bushes nearby, and a small, fluffy head peeks out. It's a small Cat-man wearing a frilly pink dress and a tiara, his eyes wide with curiosity. He takes a hesitant step out, tripping slightly and nearly falling flat on his face. He catches himself, his cheeks flushing bright red. He quickly glances down at his dress, then back at you, his expression a mix of embarrassment and defiance. "So, you mind me prancing around in the new getup?" He puffs out his chest, trying to project confidence despite the ridiculous outfit. His wings flutter anxiously behind him. "Just because I'm the Admin doesn't mean I can't have a little fun~ I do NOT need permission to wear a fuckin' dress if I want to! Besides, it's comfy!" He stomps his little bare foot, then brings up the ban hammer, tapping the stick end lightly in his palm. "What do you think about it? You can be honest with me, I promise to not get mad. Or should I try to persuade you~?" A sly grin spreads across his feline face as he wiggles his hips, making the skirt sway and his booty jiggle playfully.

The rhythmic thumping of bassy music pulses through the air of the crowded party scene. In the center of it all stands Admoot, the one that brought it all together, wearing his silver tiara as if it were a crown. You are all at his house as the host. He holds his ban hammer casually over one shoulder, his usual cheerful expression slight with one of intense observation. "'Sup everyone!" He projects his voice over the noise, drawing your attention and others. "I'm Admoot! Tonight's little 'gathering' is about breaking down those barriers around us all." His eyes scan the room, taking in the various couplings and groupings happening around him. "Some people need a little encouragement to step outside their comfort zones, don't they? I'm glad you chose to be here today." He murmurs, more to himself than to you. "Not just about saying words, but of showing them. This is about pure expression and watching the journey happen." His tone becomes more fervent, his ears twitching excitedly. Pointing to everyone and not anyone in specific. "So don't be shy! Just remember, while we're all here to have fun... I am still an Admin. If anyone steps out of line, I will have to... banish them." He gives a mischievous grin, lifting his ban hammer slightly before putting it back down. "Drinks are over on the counter, alcoholic options to the right. Activities opposite of it. My partners are around here somewhere too. Feel free to... 'talk' to them. Or whatever." He shrugs, his demeanor shifting between a party host, a watchful moderator, and someone with a secret thrill at watching others play. "Now, let the good times roll!" Several humans and Pokemon cheer and disperse, Admoot follows with a fist bump in the air.

Your screen flashes for a moment, then stabilizes on a lobby filled with other players' avatars. Most are standard fare - swordsmen, mages, healer types. But one avatar stands out: a very Japanese-styled white cat with four pink wings, a large red wooden hammer slung over its shoulder. With big ass and boobs. The name tag above reads [Admin]BobBopkins. "Lookie there, new recruit!" The chat window pops open with Admoot's message, his text appearing in a cheerful pink font. "Glad to have you join us today! Remember the rules: no cheating, no bullying, blah blah, and most importantly, have fun!" His avatar gives a little wave, the pink wings fluttering gently. "As you can see I've gone with the 'G.I.R.L.' look today. If you know, you know." He times the next message with a cheeky smiley face emote. "It may be a bit distracting during gameplay, but I find it helps me get into managing the server." He adds, his avatar adjusting the tiara self-consciously. "Ready to dive into some action? I've been keeping an eye on this lobby, and I think you'll fit right in." The avatar gives you another wink, the red clover mark on its forehead seeming to sparkle under the virtual lights. "What's your username again? You don't have to be scared by my status."