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 Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 12:41 pm
Gracedia Gardens
A large garden full of exotic plants, more specifically Gracedia flowers which are the favorite of Shaymin.
This legendary guards these flowers and woe to any who dare to harm them!
Feel free to explore to your leisure, but be warned for some Pokemon dislike it when you step on the flowers.
Floors: 37
Pokemon:
Chikorita, Bulbasaur, Lotad, Treecko, Turtwig, Sunflora, Sunkern, Leafeon, Bellossom, Vileplume, Bonsly, Sudowoodo, Carnivine, Combee.
Legendary: Shaymin
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2010 2:48 pm
 
Radik ...&&... Nombre
Client: Vaporeon
Mission:
"What lovely flowers! Could you go get some for me? Only the best will do!"
Dungeon: Gracedia Gardens
Floors: The best flowers are on floor 20 [Yeah, we dont see the difference either]
Rewards: Water Stone+ 3000 PD
Grass, grass, and more grass. The green vegetation seemed to stretch on for miles and miles without an end, along with that some flowers were scattered around in the large field, however nothing too extravagant that could take any of the two pokemons' breath away. "This is it?… Well I was hoping for something more amazing and more… Uh what's that word… More KAPOWish! But I guess this will do… SO LET'S DO THIS!" With a mighty yell and a blind charge forward, the morphed rat-pokemon ran off, using its four tiny stubby legs to carry it as quickly as they could across the field of grass and flowers. With a simple roll of the eyes, its partner, Nombre the Nincada followed.
Finding the staircase was pretty much a breeze for the two, especially with how quickly the morphed pokemon Radik moved due to its large amount of energy and above-average eyesight. Though as the saying goes, 'nothing is as easy as it seems' and this seems to apply for our heroes. For laying flat down on the ground as soon as the two reached the second floor were two Sunkern, side-by-side. As they laid there, they seemed to be chanting one word as they kept their eyes closed, this word was 'photosynthesis'. They both appeared to be in a trace, their voices robotic, but as soon as Radik noticed them, their eyes snapped open.
"Oh yeah! It's clobbering' time!"
Purple fur began to morph into smooth green skin as the morphing pokemon's ears began to sink back into its skull. Its legs remained small and sturdy, but its toes began to turn into what seemed to appear as white hooves while small darker green thorns began to sprout from all around its neck. A stem that elegantly blossomed to a full grown leaf also sprouted, except it came out of the top of its head while its tail drastically shrunk down in size. Thus finalizing the conversion from a Rattata to a Chikorita, the beady black eyes the only thing that stayed the same.
However, the transformation was not as quick as the morphing pokemon liked. For as soon as it opened its eyes to get ready to attack its opponents, its partner had already stepped forward to battle. The Nincada had engaged in combat with the two Sunkern, confusing the two pokemon with Double Team by creating multiple copies of itself. "Hey! Couldn't you have waited for me?!" But no response was given as the Nincadas' green eyes flashed and in another split second the bug-type pokemon had leaped on one of the Sunkern and sunk its fangs down on the seed, draining the life out of it before creating multiple copies once more to repeat his attack.
Sadly enough, Radik was not going to allow its co-captain to claim all the glory.
In attempt to save itself, the Sunkern began to use the attack Growth, in hopes of increasing in size and powering itself up so it could be able to stand a chance against its opponents. And when it began to do that, Radik charged forward to slam against the Sunkern and to do a Tackle on it, in hopes of weakening the pokemon. This attack was successful, but it also had created a problem. Radik's attack shoved the poor Sunkern out of the way for Nombre's second attack. So when he leapt forward to sink his fangs into the Sunkern, he ended up landing right on Radik. "Get out of the way" His voice was low as he growled, but before Radik could speak up the Sunkern who had landed a couple of feet away began to use Mega Drain. Sucking out the energy from both pokemon, though luckily this move was not very effective. This did manage to anger the Nincada a bit though, thus why his eyes flashed once more and in another blink of en eye the Sunkern was down on the ground knocked out with Nombre's fangs in its body. A successful quick and painless Leech Life attack.
The following three floors were easy to go through, not much pokemon to deal with. For most of them were just lazing around and sleeping. The amount of flowers also began to steadily but surely grow, it seemed as if these flowers began to appear more plentiful and beautiful the deeper in the dungeon they ventured. No wonder the mission was to go down twenty whole floors! The sun was shinning brightly above them and there was no care in the world… Or at least this is what the duo thought until they heard shouting.
"Listen I was born first, I'm the oldest, so I'M THE BEST!" This shout came from a Bulbasaur who leapt on a smooth flat stone that was in the middle of the field on the fifth floor. "Uh, that just means you'll get fuglier faster. Everyone knows that I'M THE BEST cause of my good looks~" This claim came from the only female of the group of four grass-type pokemon, a Chikorita. "Pffft, physical beauty can only take you oh-so-far. I am the only one of us four who could stand on two legs and the strongest too. Thus the conclusion is that I'M THE BEST." The smooth voice of the Treecko spoke calmly, though it was rather obvious that he was feeling just as ticked as the other pokemon were. "Well defense is the best offense! And since I'm the youngest, that means that I'll last longer than any of you! The last one standing wins, and that means I'M THE BEST!"
This seemed like a four-way verbal battle to see which grass-type was better than the other. Each seemed to have their own strengths, but another would just counter it with just as much ease. Personally Nombre found this both rather interesting and annoying while Radik just seemed bored. "Actually, I think Ditto are the best because unlike you guys… They don't only change forms or 'evolve' twice in their lives… They could change as many times as they please~" This was spoken in a rather smug manner while the morphed Chikorita raised its head high up in the air. "Oh look at that fellas, looks like that Ditto preferred being a Chikorita over anything else in this Garden~" The words that Radik uttered seemed to float above all their heads, for soon enough the four pokemon were at it once again, arguing like there was no tomorrow.
'As much as I enjoy watching these fools bicker foolishly, we need to finish this mission' The Nincada named Nombre began to move stealthily in the background, completely unnoticed by the four pokemon who now included Radik in their little debate as an honorary judge to say who was the best out of the four of them. Then no longer than a moment later, he had charged forward and tackled the female Chikorita down to the ground, sinking his fangs in her neck and using Leech Life. Draining the energy out of her and shocking the entire group. They were all utterly speechless until the Treecko spoke up,"You just ambushed a female! How dare you!" He then leapt upward and performed a front flip, and while in midair he smashed his tail down on Nombre to perform a powerful Pound attack.
This caused Nombre to growl in aggravation, but before he could do anything, Radik charged forward to Tackle the Treecko, this way it could get the grass-type off of the bug-type pokemon and cause some damage at the same time. "I'll handle this fella!" After shouting this, the grass-type pokemon charged forward once again to do another Tackle which was met by a Pound. Thus the two grass-types began a Tackle/Pound battle to see who could be the last one standing.
Meanwhile, Nombre began to use Double Team, this was to confuse the two left-over grass types with multiple copies of himself. This strategy was successful for the most part since the two began to bicker on which Nincada was the real thing. So the Bulbasaur began to use Leech Seed in attempts of hitting the right Nincada while the Turtwig took a deep breath to try to spot the real one by using his eye sight. Neither were successful, and after a minute Nombre leapt forward and landed on Turtwig, who did not have enough time to Withdraw before Nombre sunk his fangs into him.
The Bulbasaur was smart and took advantage of Nombre's back turned so he could use Vine Whip to smash his vines against the bug-type's back. This caused Nombre to growl and narrow his eyes down at the grass/poison-type pokemon who did not have the same 'bug-type weak spot' as the others. Perhaps that's what made this older pokemon more powerful than the others and in a way, more 'better' than the rest. But naturally Nombre would not utter those words outloud, so instead he began to use Double Team once more, surrounding the Bulbasaur with copies. Then in another minute, he had leapt on the frustrated plant and sunk his fangs down into him to drain his health before being shaken off.
"KA-POOOOWWW!!!"
With a mighty yell, the morphed Chikorita charged forward to tackle the slightly dazed Bulbasaur to finish him off. After all the Treecko had been successfully knocked out after several exchanges of Tackle and Pound. "I must say, we aren't too shabby as a team… I might be able to get used to this!" But even though Radik spoke up to its partner, Nombre remained silent and just rolled his eyes, leading the way to the next floor.
The two moved in peace, one humming a joyful yet rather annoying tune as it walked while the other just walked silently behind. It was obvious that the former had taken quite a lot of damage from the previous battle, but due to the high amount of energy this morphed pokemon seemed to have, it did not seem bothered by the newly created black and blue that formed on its side. The amount of flowers definitely increased and the amount of sunlight that shone above them began to decrease, as if the sun was about to start setting. They moved down another floor and then heard three voices.
"We gotta do something' 'bout that anti-sun that keeps appearing."
"Yeah 'cause nothing' is better than the sun, so what's that wanna be doing taking the sun's spot and making the sky black?!"
"I say us three work together to beat the crap outta that thing when it shows up later in the sky! I mean sure it got buddies, but they all small so I doubt they'll be that tough. Ya hear?"
Hearing those words from the three Lotad made Nombre roll his eyes, but Radik just seemed curious to know who this 'foe' of theirs was. A creature that took the sun's place in the sky? One who turned the bright blue sky pitch black? This certainly puzzled the morphed pokemon. "Stay here." This was uttered in a soft growl as the Nincada began to creep forward towards the three plotting dual-type pokemon. Then with a smirk, he charged at one of the Lotad and used Leech Life on it by sinking his fangs down on its large leaf. Knocking it out. This caused the two other Lotad to gasp in shock as they leapt backward. However, soon enough their look of shock was replaced by anger and the area began to be covered by a thick blanket of mist. This was because both Lotads were starting to use mist so the area would be more cloudy, also the water-droplets that filled the air would also slightly increase their speed."We could do this the hard way, or the easy way. Give yourselves up now."
However neither Lotad seemed to let up, so Nombre began to use Double Team, but unlike the other pokemon, the two pokemon didn't hesitate to attack the multiple copies. They began to use Nature Power, which turned into Energy Ball, thus the copies were being destroyed one-by-one by the small energy-filled spheres that the two pokemon were hurling. 'I can't just stand here and let him have all the fun! In I go!!!' So with a dash forward, Radik began to shake its leaf back and forth, with each shake of its leaf smaller sharper leaves began to hurl themselves at the Lotad. Distracting them and damaging them. They then began to attack Radik which left their back turned to Nombre, who took advantage of the situation and leapt on one of the other Lotad, sinking his fangs down on it and knocking it out before Radik Tackled the other Lotad to knock it out as well.
"I say that we are getting better at this! Soon enough we'll be the champs of the guild. So let's eat up before continuing so we could be super charged!" This caused Nombre to blink twice, but then he rolled his eyes and Radik took out three apples, the only regular sized apples they had in their inventory. The two ate in peace with Radik eating two apples and Nombre only chomping on one and soon enough the two were on the move again. They got pass the ninth floor without a problem in the world and soon enough they were on the tenth floor.
[[ 3x Apples Consumed - [//] [//] [//] [//] [ ] ]]
The sun had begun to set, the colors in the sky began to change to create a beautiful scene on the field. The amount of flowers were drastically different from when they first arrived in the field. However, the two members of Team Kapow were not here for sight seeing, they were here on a mission. So they moved forward and trudged on, about to reach the staircase that was on the northeastern section of the field, but it was blocked by two pokemon who were taking advantage of the beautiful scenery. On a date.
"Our love is forbidden, but alas, I cannot help but feel attracted to you~"
It was a date between a Bonsly and a Sudowoodo. It was obvious that the Sudowoodo was much older than the Bonsly, yet the two seemed to be head over heels in love. Thus when Radik and Nombre began to walk around them, the two snapped out of their private world and the Sudowoodo jumped up to his feet. "HEY WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING HERE?" He shouted this as he stomped angrily on the ground, causing chunks of rocks to hurl themselves at both Radik and Nombre, Rock Throw. Nombre used Mind Reader to know where the rocks were going to land, and was fast enough to leap out of the way… Radik on the other hand was hit head on by the rocks.
Meanwhile, the Bonsly had burst into tears which left it open for Nombre to tackle down to the ground and sink his fangs into the baby pokemon. Knocking it out. However, the female baby pokemon's knock out was unnoticed by the Sudowoodo who was currently tossing rock after rock at the morphed Chikorita who occasionally got hit by a rock or two since it was clearly not fast enough, but sometimes it'd be able to dodge. Then a plan hatched in its mind as it grinned mischievously. A rock began to fly in its way and Radik began to use Vine Whip, this way it could wrap its vines around the incoming rock and toss it back at the Sudowoodo. This strategy then was used over and over again, and soon enough the Sudowoodo began to become weak, thus why he began to charge forward and use Flail as a last attempt to win the battle. However, Nombre decided that he should leap in the battle, and soon enough before the Sudowoodo had a chance to strike Radik, he was knocked out by Leech Life.
So on they moved forward to the eleventh floor, the sun had finally finished setting and the moon hung high in the skies along with the many twinkling stars. "Come along little ones, time to get some rest~" That feminine voice came from a Sunflora as she and her mate (who also was a Sunflora) guided their children across the field. Their two kids were young energetic Sunkern who still had energy to hop and play all night. "Ain't that cute?… Now let's go beat 'em!" This made Nombre blink twice before he growled out,"Wait you moron!" But alas, the energetic morphed pokemon did not listen and already was charging at the four by using Razor Leaf. This attack hit the family dead-on as they all began to have minor cuts all over them. "GET AWAY FROM MY FAMILY!" This is what the male Sunflora cried out as he leapt in front of his family, using Seed Bomb in attempt to do some damage to Radik and Nombre.
Radik managed to leap out of the way, using Razor Leaf once again while Nombre rolled his eyes and began to use Double Team. "GET AWAY NOWWW!!!" The male Sunflora continued to barrage the duo with Seed Bomb, with Radik barely being about to dodge the attacks and Nombre being safe since his copies were being hit and not him. Soon enough Nombre managed to move close enough to tackle the male Sunflora down on the ground to use Leech Life on it, while Radik charged forward to tackle the female Sunflora who was now beginning to turn around and get in the fight.
The male Sunflora was knocked out and soon enough Nombre was on the female Sunflora, draining her health in a heartbeat. Thus leaving the two Sunkern who were in-between being awed by the power of the duo and crying because their parents were knocked out. However instead of doing either they just stood there, wide-eyed. "Come on." Nombre did not see the point of fighting the children, but then Radik shook its head,"Wait! The battle isn't over!" But Nombre didn't listen already heading off to the next staircase. Which meant that Radik just pouted but followed reluctantly, not wanting to be separated from its partner on a first mission.
"WAIT!"
That shout came from one of the young Sunkern who took a deep breath and charged forward, hopping with such eagerness before using Nature Power, which allowed the tiny seed to launch green energy orbs at the duo to prevent them from leaving. "Fight us!" Apparently the young Sunkern didn't like being overlooked as a weakling and soon enough its sibling hopped forward, using Helping Hand to increase its sibling's strength. Which was successful since the energy balls began to be larger and faster as it hurled them at the duo. Nombre growled as he used Double Team once more to create multiple copies of itself while Radik smirked and used Razor Leaf to slice the Energy Balls in half before they had a chance to hit it. The Energy Balls kept coming and Radik began to charge forward while using Razor Leaf so it wouldn't be hit by the energy balls, then once it was close enough, it used Tackle on one of the Sunkern, knocking it down while Nombre attacked the other Sunkern by using Leech Life. Thus making them the victors of the battle and allowing them to advance on to the twelfth floor.
The next following floors were rather peaceful, many of the grass-type inhabitants were fast asleep and the ones that were awake were too distracted to pose much of a threat. The night sky was calming and the intoxicating scent coming from the vast amount of flowers in the garden was definitely very soothing for the soul. What made the scenery even more breath taking was how the flowers seemed to all emit this beautiful glow that seemed to make the moon seem like just a dull rock in the sky. Though Radik and Nombre did not waste time star gazing, though Radik was tempted to take a couple of flowers, but Nombre would stop it every single time it tried. However they did take a break to eat the rest of their food which consisted of a Big Apple, and three oran berries.
[[ 1x Big Apple && 3x Oran Berries Consumed - [//] [//] [//] [/ ] [ ] ]]
On the sixteenth floor, the peace was shattered by two pokemon they were bickering with one another. Both were females and they were evolutions of the 'ugly' pokemon Gloom, a Vileplum and a Bellosum. "Pfft, that like flower is sooooo huge on your head, it's like a big a** pimple that is ready to be like popped!" This snooty remark was made by the Bellosum whose hands were firmly placed on her hips,"Well… Your flowers are so small that they are barely noticeable!" The Vileplum blushed as she stuttered this, apparently losing this little argument that they both were having. "Ha~ As if~ These like cherry red flowers of mine look like sooooo gorgeous on me it's not like even funny~!"
Nombre rolled his eyes at their petty little argument over beauty, it's not like beauty mattered anyway, it'd fade away eventually. However Radik leapt forward and laughed,"Well personally I think Executor is the best looking!" This comment made both female's turn red, though it wasn't because they were blushing, but it was because that comment aggravated them,"Oh my gosh! You soooo did not compare ME with like one of those like ugly things!!!" The Bellosum shouted this out as she used Magical Leaf, causing leaves of all colors to hurl themselves at Nombre and Radik. Nombre rolled his eyes and used Double Team so he wouldn't get hit by the attack, letting his clones take the hits for him while Radik charged forward, allowing the sharp magical leaves to cut its skin before tackling the Bellosum down to the ground. "Owwwwwww, like get off of like meeee!!!!" She screeched before using Energy Ball right head on the morphed pokemon, tossing Radik backward a couple of feet.
Meanwhile the Vileplum began to dance and spin around in circles, causing red petals to whirl around and to hit the multiple Nincada clones, hoping to hit the real one. And eventually she did, but then Nombre growled and launched himself ontop of her red flower, sinking his fangs into it and using Leech Life. This successfully made the Vileplum screech in pain, but then she began to use Stun Spore, and since he was right on top of her flower, the attack was successful and he was paralyzed on the spot. So she followed this attack up with Bullet Seed, shooting tiny sharp seeds at the paralyzed bug-type.
Radik saw that its teammate was in danger, thus why it began to use Razor Leaf, trying to slice at the tiny little seeds. But no avail, the seeds just cut holes through the leaves and continued to pummel both of them. 'Darn! At this rate we'll definitely lose!' But then Radik shook those negative thoughts out of its mind and then grinned, "Well I bet that even though Bellosum may be more beautiful than you, you probably are stronger." This comment made the Vileplume pause for a few seconds from the Bullet Sed attack as she blushed, but this comment also made the Bellosum growl angrily. "WHHHHHAAAAATTTT?!!! Like noooooo wayyyyyy is she stronger than me!!!! Watch~!" After uttering those words in a high-pitched yell, the Bellosum used Seed Bomb, aiming it at the Vileplume. And soon enough the two were attacking one another until they knocked each other out.
"Hey! You okay?!"
Nombre didn't respond verbally, but the glare that he gave the morphing pokemon was reassuring enough. So using its leaf it picked the bug-type pokemon up and placed him on its back, going down to the seventeenth floor. That floor was rather simple, no pokemon bugged them and finding the staircase to the eighteenth floor was a breeze and soon enough it had reached to the nineteenth floor. "We are almost there! Aren't you excited?!" No verbal response came from the Nincada, but Radik assumed that all was well with him and he was just being his paralyzed self so it continued to move on while humming a happy joyful tune.
"Radik"
That snapped the humming pokemon out of its train of thought, "What's up?" But that question was quickly answered by four large figures that began to approach them. Carnivines. "GEEETTT OUTTTT NOOOWWWWWW" After shouting that, they began to all use Growth, increasing in size even more as they looked down upon the two members of Team Kapow. Nombre hopped off of Radik's back since he felt his legs once again and soon enough the two pokemon had to dodge a flurry of bite attacks that the four attempted to do. 'It'll be impossible to knock down these four with just brute strength' So an idea popped in the mind of the bug-type. "Keep them distracted from a distance! Razor Leaf them or something!" He shouted this and the morphed pokemon nodded, leaping back a couple of feet to keep some distance between itself and the four pokemon and began to use Razor Leaf by swinging around its large leaf.
Meanwhile, Nombre moved swiftly between the vines belonging to the Carnivine, occasionally stopping to tie the vines of one Carnivine with another. Luckily since they were so distracted by Radik they did not seem to notice being tied together, but then Nombre finally chomped down on one of their vines, to catch their attention with Leech Life before running off. "Come on you idiot, run!" With a mighty roar the four began to shout and try to use their various vine-related attacks such as Bind, and Vine Whip to get out of their situation and to attack both members of Team Kapow. But eventually they tired out and fainted as the two members moved down to the final floor. To get the flower and go back to the guild.
So once they reached the final floor for their mission, the twentieth floor, the two took a chance to take a deep breath of oxygen to fill their lungs before continuing. "Well that was rather, fun we should do this again sometime. Now let's get that flower and get outta here!" Radik said this as they moved forward, now surrounded by beautiful glowing flowers that simply looked breathtaking underneath the pale moonlight, but before they could pick any of them off of the ground they heard a beautiful soothing melody. And soon enough a lone Leafeon was spotted in the distance, walking silently but singing loud enough to fill the whole field with a peaceful melody that went along with the whole relaxing scenery.
However soon enough her attention went to the two figures on the field, specifically the two members of Team Kapow. "Why, hello there~" Her voice was soft, and she then began to approach them. She looked like your typical Leafeon, however there were some distinctions from her that made her stand out. Her peaceful aura was one thing, but so was the tiny leaf that drooped down to cover one of her hazel eyes. Also it appeared as if she wore black eyeliner around her eyes, making her look exotic, but if one took a closer look that was actual black fur that gave off the illusion of eyeliner. Over all the Leafeon was a true beauty, but perhaps she was a bit too peaceful.
'I'm suspicious, perhaps she's one of the guardians here of the forest and when our backs are turned she'll knock us both out… Better her than us."
Before Radik could respond to the Leafeon's greeting, Nombre charged forward, tackling the delicate creature down to the ground and sinking his fangs into her neck to do Leech Life. This caused her to gasp in surprise and in slight pain, however instead of lashing out, she just squirmed underneath him and attempted to shove him off of her. Which proved to be unsuccessful. However Radik Tackled its partner so he could tumble off of the Leafeon who stumbled back to her feet. "Oh my did I do something wrong to anger you both~? If so I'm terribly sorry~" A blush spread across her muzzle and she took several of awkward steps backward to distance herself from the duo. As she did this, she also used Synthesis, to heal herself slightly. Though due to the lack of sunlight, this did not prove to be entirely successful.
"We can't trust these pokemon! We are on a mission, not to socialize. Let's knock her out and get back to the guild!" Nombre growled this as he stood back up and Radik frowned a bit, but then nodded. "Yeah, I guess you are right… Let's do this!" The morphed pokemon seemed pumped up, and before the poor delicate Leafeon could speak up and defend herself. The two had used Tackle and Leech Life, thus knocking the poor eevee evolution out. After ward the two picked several flowers, the prettiest in the field and off they went. Back to the guild.
[[ Belly Status - [//] [/ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] ]]
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 5:40 pm
 KageBack at the guild, Kage was waiting for Team Kapow's return.
When they arrived, he presented them with their awards.
A Water Stone, and 3000PD.
"Oh, and there are a few Pokemon waiting for you," He said.
"A Lotad, A Leafeon, and a Bellosum," He added before walking off.
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 5:52 pm
Radik …&&... Nombre
Both Radik and Nombre collected their awards, glad to have finished their first mission. Nombre naturally did not trust Radik with such precious items, thus why he held them while Radik looked at the three pokemon who stood there waiting to join the team. "Now lemme see who should join..." It looked over the Lotad, the one who wanted to get rid of the Anti-Sun. Then it looked over at the Bellosum who was a bit of an airhead, but rather strong when fighting against that Vileplum.
However when it glanced over at the smiling Leafeon, it took a moment before speaking,"How about you? I think you got some potential to be a KAPOWer~" The female Leafeon giggled as she stepped forward, while the other two pokemon sadly walked away. "I'll be honored to join your team~ It'll be almost like the old days~"
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 1:29 pm
Client: Metapod
Culprits: Bellossum ( x 3 )
Mission:
"I-I though this place would b-be safe, b-but... n-now I'm being b-bullied b-by the Bellossom.... Pl-please help me..."
Dungeon: Gracedia Gardens
Floors: 18
Rewards: 4000PD + ???
I'm taking this mission now even though I've kind of already written most of it.
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Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2010 8:48 pm
OO/MSWord Pre tags: 12.6/15.5 Post tags: 13/16 It's like 20 in MS word if you don't fix it's godawful spacing. Haven't edited it yet, but I don't think there's any major issues.
Urist had been downright angry when she brought in Chelsea to the team room with a shiny new badge. Much to Lyn's surprise, his attitude made a drastic turn when Chelsea talked to him. Neither of them understood the dramatic change in personality, but both of them were happy to have it. A happy Urist was much nicer than an angry one.
And so, time passed. Both quickly and slowly, a few days ticked away until the team was ready to take yet another mission. Mostly at Urist's behest. A walk down a hallway and a few minutes later, the team was at the bulletin board and looking over missions. Urist tore them down at random, much to the eventual pain of the presently-absent Farfetch'd who ran the board. His hands eventually stopped as he read a mission. He held it up to the air, as if touching some holy artifact. Lyn rubbed her eyes when a golden light seemed to start emanating from the mission.
Urist showed the mission to Lyn, allowing her to read it aloud. “'I thought this place would be safe, but, now I'm being bullied by Bellossom. Please help me.'" “My momma always told me it was bad to bully other people. Beating other people up is a mean thing to do, and people who beat others up are gonna get beaten up themselves.” She raised a tiny fist into the air with her index finger pointed outwards, up to the sky. “Let's go help that Metapod!”
Lyn, however, questioned the motive behind the mission. Urist didn't seem the type to help random Metapods just because they were getting bullied... In fact, he seemed more likely to be the one bullying them. Well... It was a good mission to take. Helping someone else would be nice... But first... “Should we... maybe get supplies?” She remembered the pamphlet she had gotten when she first entered the partner assignment office. Along with the starter kit, it suggested a number of stores that newbie adventurers could buy from. “We don't have very much food left, and we might be out there for a while...”
Urist considered the proposition carefully. On one hand, he didn't really see himself as needing any kind of special supplies. On the other, food was... good. “Let's go, to food!” And so the two headed off for the Sunflora's garden, with Chelsea toddling behind him.
After a few wrong turns and a few strangers asked for advice, they managed to reach the store. Although irate for most of the journey at the mistakes, Urist's demeanour softened considerably in the face of all the food. “Hey there! Whatcha looking for?” Urist, who was vastly preoccupied with the garden before him, ignored the question. “Um... We're going to the Gracedia Gardens and we need some supplies.”
“Ohh, that's Shaymin's garden. It's a wonderful place, though the locals aren't always the nicest. Now, dear, how much money do you have?” Lyn looked at her small bag of coins. They had 1500 thanks to Chelsea's mom. “1500PD, but um... We're going somewhere else after this to buy things, so...” The Sunflora nodded; they must be new to the rescue team thing.
“Well then, Gracedia Gardens... You'll want some good food to head there. And a few berries, just in case.” The Sunflora popped out from behind the counter and set to grabbing a few apples and berries and placing them in a small bag. “Is this many alright?” Lyn nodded. That should be more than enough for the day. “That will be 500PD then.” She nodded with a smile. That was more than reasonable. It left her with a good 1000 for the next store. “Hey, Miss! Do you have any honey?” The Sunflora shook her head. “Sorry dear, we only sell things we can grow here.” “Aww...”
They left the store with Lyn trying to remember where the Battle Emporium sat. She had... a general idea, anyways. “Let's... Let's head for the next store.” “Ukee! No way. We've got our food so let's go.” “B... But Urist...” Chelsea piped up, obviously ignoring the conversation. “While you two go to the next store, I'm gonna run home and get something, okay?” Lyn glanced at the Teddiursa before turning her attention back to Urist. “Okay then! Bye-bye Lyn, bye-bye Mister Urist! I'll see you in the Main Hall!”
For whatever reason, Urist's expression softened instantly. “Yeah, sure... Let's go.” Lyn shrugged, not really understanding why but being plenty happy that he had calmed. However, his indignant personality resurfaced by the time they entered the shop.
“Excuse me? Hello...?” Lyn called out to the darkness. The shop couldn't be unmanned, could it? Urist, of course, had already set about messing around with the merchandise. He picked one up that sat at around the size of a baseball. “Ukee! There, let's go!” He promptly left the shop, leaving Lyn behind. A dark, raspy voice echoed out from behind the counter. “Hey! Pay for that. Pay for what your friend took, 50 PD.” The box labelled “pay here” shuffled forward slightly, as if pushed by some unknown force.
“Y-yes! Of course, I'm sorry!” Lyn deposited 50PD in the box and ran off. The voice called out behind her, though she was long since too far away to hear it. “Have a good day, kid.”
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Chelsea sat in the hall, her eyelids lazily drifting downwards and she laid back onto the pack her mother had given her. Her mind began to drift into a warm, peaceful sleep. One which was promptly interrupted by the voice of a familiar Mankey. She yawned, stretching her arms outwards as she did. She perked up and her eyes opened wide as she recognized Lyn and Urist running towards her, supplies in hand. She waved, her hand high in the air. “Hello Lyn! Mister Urist!”
“Hi Chelsea!” Gwendolyn circled around the Teddiursa, examining the bag. It was much too large for the small child in height; it stood at almost the full height of Chelsea herself. The strap had be cut and tightened to fit around her tiny shoulder, but the bag would still drag on the ground due to it's immense size. “...?”
“Oh!” Chelsea patted the bag strongly. “My momma gave this to me! She said that we needed a way to take our stuff with us and that this bag would hold everything we need!” And it probably would. It was a bit more like a purse than a travel bag, but it had more than enough room to carry a day's supplies for the team so small in both size and members.
Lyn gratefully took the bag of fruit and placed it inside. Now that she thought about it, how would she have been able to hold on to it if they got into a fight...? Urist unceremoniously dumped the orb inside, being simply glad to get rid of it. Chelsea hefted the bag up. “Let's go!” She promptly fell over backwards. The weight was... a little too much for the small Teddiursa.
In the end they agreed to drag it along with them. Chelsea insisted she do it herself, as “Momma gave me this bag.” and no amount of diplomacy from Lyn could convince her otherwise.
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The group was fortunate enough to get a lift from a group headed that way. They had had pained expressions when they saw the Teddiursa desperately dragging the bag along behind her and after some quiet, in-house debate they were happy to help. The voice called back from the front of the cart as it started back on it's journey. “Careful in there! They don't like it when you step on their flowers!”
Lyn waved at the wagon as they left. “Thank you miss!” A few steps of her feet and a turn had her facing the garden. Urist and Chelsea had already proceeded in through the entrance between two hedges that wrapped around the area. It was breathtaking inside; to call it the “wilds” was to insult the meticulous care the occupants had put into it. Flowers of every colour were arranged perfectly with no flowers clashing out of turn and each one beside it's most complimentary cousin; it was as if a perfectly choreographed dance had been frozen and forevermore preserved in the delicate petals.
Urist promptly trampled all over them, his simple mind preferring the straightforward path through the flowers as opposed to around. “Mister Urist! Don't step on the flowers, you'll ruin them! You're gonna break them!” Lyn was concerned as well, but her worries were more tuned to what she had quite literally just been told.
“U...Urist... Please get out of there... The locals won't like it.” He turned as if to answer, but promptly fell on his face. A small Turtwig with an even smaller voice sat on his back, it's powerful jaws snapping at him. “You're hurting the flowers! Get out!” Urist cried out in pain and flailed violently each time the jaws found flesh. They weren't even breaking the skin, but it probably really hurt.
“Ukiii!!!” Struggle as he might, Urist was no match for the weight of the Turtwig that kept his face pressed into the ground. And it wasn't the only thing that was made aware of their presence; the shouting and screeching had alerted others. A Sunkern and Chikorita made their way out of the flowers, a clear anger in their eyes.
“Um... We... We didn't come here to... It was just a mistake...”
Chelsea simply walked over to the Turtwig (who was still on top of Urist) and yelled at him. “Get offa Mister Urist! He didn't mean to hurt your stupid flowers!” The young Turtwig replied by snapping once at her before returning the attention of his jaws to the Mankey he stood on. “Fine then!” She placed two paws on it and braced herself, pushing forward as hard as she could. The little turtle tipped off of Urist with a “Woah, woah” before falling onto his back.
After much flailing of his stubby legs, he grew resigned as he lay there. “Hey, hey. This isn't funny, you guys, I can't get up.” His legs could try and work as they might, but he had fallen on his side with no way to get up. They were simply too stiff to allow him the ability to right himself.
“Serves you right! Meanie! You shouldn't have picked on Mister Urist!” She huffed indignantly. How dare he attack her friend, even though her friend was the one who stepped on the flowers thoughtlessly and aggravated the attack in the first place! What a jerk!
Lyn hopped over a Razor Leaf and backed herself further into a corner. It was a relief to see that Urist was alright, but it didn't save her from the Sunkern and Chikorita that advanced relentlessly on her. “Help...!” She was cornered with no way out. The small jets of snow she could shoot did little to dissuade her attackers.
It was then, of course, that Urist came to the rescue. “Lyn!” He stomped over to her (cutting a nice new trail through the flowers) as quickly as he could. He grabbed the Sunkern firmly by the sides and lifted it high over his head, despite it's protests. Both hands came down over the surprised Chikorita, smashing the two pokemon into each other. Injured but still conscious, the Chikorita tried to manage a counter-attack only to get a face full of Sunkern again. He tossed the unconscious Sunkern aside and huffed indignantly with Chelsea standing beside him mirroring his pose.
“Th... Thank you.” “Cheh! It wasn't a problem, just some wimps. Let's go, we've got a mission to do.” Lyn nodded appreciatively and followed Urist as he walked off down some other path, this time around the flowers.
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“Oh, they're so nice!” Lyn sniffed another flower. They had been wandering without result for hours. So long as they didn't step on the well-organized flowerbeds, the locals seemed to leave them alone. Not that the locals liked them, of course. Each one gave them a stern gaze if they approached the flowers which continued until they were out of sight.
And, well, what's a journey if you can't stop to smell the roses? Or the few other hundred types of flowers? The inhabitants of the Gracedia Gardens had wonderful taste, with all the flowers inside giving off an aroma that was almost as beautiful as the flowers themselves. “They're just some stupid flowers. Let's go.” Urist did not quite see it Lyn's way.
“Aww. But I think they're nice, Mister Urist!” Chelsea leaned over to smell the flowers beside Lyn. Urist just watched with his arms crossed. “Yeah, I guess they're okay.”
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Hours of walking without end finally lead them to the only place left in the garden. The maze. Constructed with hundreds of intertwining hedges, it has far abandoned it's original intent. Much earlier on, the hedge had been a simple wall that circled the inner sanctum of the garden. It was meant to be the most lavish garden in all of the lands. However, each inhabitant took to growing out the hedge to seal off their own “private” garden.
A chaotic string of poor management and individual goals lead to the once-orderly hedge swirling around at random. Within this part of the gardens, it's impossible to tell where you once were. Simple hedge mazes have straight, 90 degree turns that allow you to guess your bearings and distance. The mismatched pathways that are carved through this maze follow neither rhyme nor reason; they twist and turn at random, leaving those who go inside helpless.
They had avoided the maze because of this. The nice travellers who had offered them a lift told them quite a bit about the garden, and they made the maze a place to avoid. But they'd been all over the garden, so where else could he be? With this thought in mind and not a plan for escape, Team Shatter entered the hedge maze.
And promptly got lost in the first five minutes. “Ukii! Where are we!?” Lyn and Chelsea merely glanced at one another, shrugging their shoulders. Neither of them had a clue as to where they were. The Teddiursa paused for a moment, her nose sniffing at the air. A moment later, she turned around and strolled back the way they came. Lyn stepped up to beside Urist, who had stopped walking. “Maybe... Maybe we should just go back.” They were pretty obviously lost.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhh!” Chelsea tore down the path screaming, her arms flailing wildly behind her. The pair turned to see a Carnivine staring them down, it's jaws opened wide with saliva. Her small feet carried her at unreal speeds through the maze and easily carried her out of sight. Her bag tumbled against the ground behind her as she ran oblivious to the damage she was causing as it hung off her shoulder. “Cheh! Lyn, go track her down!”
Lyn, was of course, wracked with indecision. The Carnivine looked a lot stronger than Urist did. A lot stronger. It was big enough that it could probably eat him whole, if it wanted... All it would have to do is open it's mouth and leap at him, and he'd be down in a second. “Lyn! She's getting farther away!” Urist deftly leaped to the side, rolling out of the way of a vine whip.
Lyn nodded. He was right, Chelsea was in danger on her own. “R... Right!” The quiet patter of footsteps behind Urist told him that his companion had left. Now, it was time to deal with this Carnivine...
Now, Mankey aren't quite like other pokemon. Most pokemon have a wide variety of abilities that let them deal with a plethora of situations, whether they came in the form of a mastery over the elements or the ability to attack from all ranges. Mankey didn't quite have this. Even those few pokemon that lacked such generalities often had highly specialized bodies. A set of jaws that were without compare or a set of abilities so specific and powerful that they didn't need anything else. Mankeys lacked this.
The only boons a Mankey had were it's nimble body and it's aggressive temper. Four limbs that could act as feet and hands interchangeably along with a strong tail that allowed it's owner to maintain his balance with ease. These were the boons of the otherwise exceptionally “normal” pokemon.
And he used them to his full advantage. Not because he knew how, but because it was what came naturally to him. His roll sent him tumbling off his feet and onto his hands, which pushed off to have him land back on his feet. The flip took him a few steps back from the Carnivine, who swayed carelessly back and forth. Another vine swung from the mass that made up the creature's legs, this one narrowly missing Urist.
Which was, of course, what he had hoped for. His hands shot down to grab the vine, his fingers wrapping around the sleek tendril. The Carnivine fell onto it's back and began writhing even as Urist jumped into the air and came down with a crash on it's stomach. It was higher than he knew he could jump, and the landing seemed unnatural... but that was a consideration for later. His foe was already snapping at him.
One snap had Urist stepping back, but a second had his hands shooting forward. He grabbed it's lips and forced them together. It flailed against his efforts, it's stubby arms waving uselessly against him. They weren't strong enough to be used in actual combat, leaving the efforts fruitless. Not that Urist was any better; his hands were both occupied keeping the jaws that threatened to devour him whole closed.
The wild flailing of the pinned plant had the Mankey lose his footing, his body swinging forward under the carnivore's gigantic head. His feet landed, somewhat conveniently, on it's throat. It began to gurgle and screech (as best it could) as any trace of air was denied by the two hand-like feet that pinched his airway against the ground.
With a dull thud and one last noise, it's head lulled to the side. It lay unconscious and helpless as the Mankey stepped off it's airway and continued down what he could only assume was the right path.
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Lyn wandered down her third turn with no sign of Chelsea. She had had to turn mere seconds after leaving Urist, and then again a minute later, and again a minute after that... Basically, she had no idea where she was or how she would get back to where she was. She had tried backtracking, but turns that she hadn't noticed before seemed to leap out at her every few feet, leaving her uselessly confused.
And so she wandered. She simply walked along the various paths, always returning to the one she thought she was on before. Although it never became apparent to her, she had actually strayed quite a ways from her original path. The turns were simply too confusing for the Snorunt who wasn't particularly skilled in navigation. The snowy mountains of home that seemed so far away always had such familiar, easy landmarks.
Not that that helps now. Lyn sat down in the grass, her body curled over as much as it would allow. “Oh... I'm so lost... Urist's going to be mad...” Every time she came back to her home path, new turns seemed to pop out at her. New turns led to more new turns, leaving her with hundreds of options with only one that might take her back. If Urist is even still there.
Icy tears formed at the rim of her eyes with a choked sob to follow. She was lost. Chelsea was lost. Urist was lost. This maze was so stupidly complex that they would probably never get out.
A slight rustle in the branches had Lyn on her feet and at the other side of the path. She looked at the slight shaking fearfully as the creature approached her through it. After seconds that seemed like minutes, a small tan creature with green dots all over it's body popped out. “Hey there.”
Lyn breathed an immediate sigh of relief, nearly collapsing to the ground in the process. She had thought it had been the Carnivine who had, having eaten Urist, had come for her. “H...Hello.” The Shroomish looked at her for a moment before his eyes visible honed in on something.
“What're you doing here?” “I'm here with a rescue team.” Her voice was not at all certain. She was still a bit terrified of everything in the area, but at least he seemed friendly enough.
“Yeah, you're with the Mankey right? And the Teddiursa?” Lyn nodded her head up and down sharply. “C'mon, follow me.” He promptly disappeared back into the hedge, leaving a confused Lyn standing and staring at the spot he seemingly vanished into. A moment later, he popped back out. “What are you waiting for? Just follow me.”
She nodded. “R... Right.” Lyn approached the hedge, carefully feeling at the spot where he had moved in. It seemed solid, but, he had done it...
She pushed her way through the exterior and into the insides of the hedge. Much to her surprise, there was a small, hollowed out tunnel. She barely fit inside and she would have to squeeze her self to the ground to get through it, but she could simply walk through the hedge this way. The voice ahead of her spoke up. “My name is Dennis, what's yours?”
“Gwendolyn. But, um... Most people call me Lyn!” Ahead of her, Dennis gave no indication that he had heard her but a slight grunt. He seemed... almost embarrassed, for some reason.
A few tunnels later and they emerged through yet another hedge. This time, though, instead of immediately proceeding to another hole, Dennis looked down at the ground. Lyn followed his gaze. There was a path of what appeared to be... flattened grass? For some reason, straight down the middle of the path, there was a section of grass that had all been brushed over and flattened. Without a word, Dennis departed in the direction of the tilt.
“Miss Lyn!” The small, sticky hand waved to them both after only a few moments of walking. A small Lotad sat beside her, his back turned to the approaching group. “Chelsea! You're alright?”
The Teddiursa nodded up and down. “Yep! And I made a new friend!” She poked the Lotad slightly in the side, who recoiled defensively. His entire body shifted a few feet away, with one hand up defensively and the other holding onto... an apple? “He doesn't know how to talk, but he's a really nice guy! He found me when I was lost and he kept me company.”
The Lotad took one glance at Lyn and Dennis and promptly ran away, the apple still in hand. “Aww... Bye Mister Lotad!” She turned back to her leader. She raised one paw to point at him while still facing Lyn. “Whose he?”
“I'm Dennis. Now come on, we've gotta find your friend. I think I know where he is.” Dennis turned right around and headed back the way they came. Lyn trusted his judgment enough to follow without complaint. Chelsea trusted her leader's judgment and followed as well.
It took a few minutes of walking, but they found him. The two groups had headed directly towards one another, having followed the same path of disturbed grass. A series of calls and cries sounded as the group reunited with Urist running forward, arms outstretched. He stopped just short of a hug when he noticed the extra wheel. “Whose he?” Dennis's presence obviously dampened the Mankey's mood slightly, though not so much that he was without a happy note in his voice.
“He's Dennis. He helped me find you both.” Chelsea nodded beside her. “Yep! He's a nice guy.”
“Ah.” Urist moved as if to shake hands with the Shroomish, but he stopped. Shroomish didn't have hands. “Th... Thanks.”
Dennis simply nodded. “It's no problem. What are you guys here for, though?”
Lyn motioned for the bag from Chelsea, who took it off her shoulder and placed it on the ground. The Snorunt pulled out the contents one by one until she came to the sheet of paper at the bottom and handed it to Dennis. “...You're here for that guy?” Lyn looked at him curiously, but he didn't acknowledge it. “A mission's a mission, I guess.”
More curious glances were generally ignored, and eventually Lyn's attention was stolen elsewhere. Chelsea and Urist had both settled down around the bag and had begun eating. A small pot—she had noticed it when she was pulling out the sheets—had been opened. Apples were going into the pot and coming out covered in a thick golden glaze. A sweet, thick smell came from the pot. Urist was devouring the apples frantically; he seemed to be enjoying it. The sudden realization hit her that they had been out and about for several hours and she was starving.
She promptly sat down beside her two teammates, motioning for Dennis to follow. She quietly munched away at an apple as her two comrades devoured the majority of their stock. “Lyn, try dipping the apples in some honey.” Chelsea tipped the pot slightly to Lyn, who obligingly took the offer. So that's what it was in the pot.
A slight nom later and she had a smile across her face. “It's good.” Chelsea nodded, giving Lyn a thumbs up. “Would you like some, Dennis...?”
Dennis merely rotated his body back and forth in an effort to signal “no”. “Apples aren't quite my thing. Don't worry about it.”
Lyn merely nodded. “Alright.”
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Some apples, honey, walking and about 60 minutes found them at the center of the maze. Dennis had lead them there in what ended up being a roughly thirty minute walk, since Urist was far too large for the very small paths through the hedge. He didn't seem to mind helping the party, though.
The hedges opened and split to reveal the inner sanctum. Graecedia flowers lay everywhere among the central garden which easily outclassed and outsized anything in the rest of the region. It's size was so vast that it could, quite easily, take any smaller creature at least 15 minutes to walk around. The flowers circled the mound at the center in a rainbow, with each colour being perfectly tended. Pokemon were around here in scores, and all of them eyed the party suspiciously. None of them made a move to attack, however. Visitors were common enough. Tourists and the like. As long as they didn't hurt the flowers, they could just keep going on their merry way~
Not that they were there for the flowers. A small path off to the side a few minutes around led to a private garden. Although beautiful in it's own right, it seemed pale and drab when compared to the masterpiece that stood only moments away. A small metapod sat near the garden, his eyes closed. Three bellossom stood nearby.
Nothing was really happening amongst them. The three of them were just relaxing, not really saying much. The Metapod was shouting obscenities, for some reason. One of them just glanced at the party. “Hey. Something you need?”
Lyn nodded. “Yes, we're he...” “We're here on a mission! We're supposed to save some Metapod from three Bellossom, which I'm guessing are you!” Urist cut her off midway and continued on with his own declaration. It was stupid and aggressive, and it's listeners didn't take kindly to it.
“Save him?” The second one piped up. “Why would you want to save this a*****e? Whatever, just go away. I don't feel like dealing with some stupid rescue team today.” The Bellossom lay back in the grass, completely ignoring the party.
It was Chelsea who took the initiative. With her chest puffed up and her hands at her sides, she started shouting at them. “That's not very nice! You shouldn't bully other people! My momma told me that you should be nice to others and treat them like you want them to treat you!” She dropped her bag and promptly walked over to pick up the Metapod, only to have the momentum from the heavier creature swing her onto her back. It continued to curse loudly.
“Yeah, whatever kid. Just go to sleep.” One of the Bellossom leaned over and shot a small cloud of sleep powder into Chelsea's face, rendering her unconscious on the ground. This, of course, led to a very angry team.
“Ukii! Don't touch my team!” Urist beat his hands against his chest in anger.
“Oh yeah, what are you going to do about it?” The three Bellossom gathered together around the Metapod and began tossing out clouds of spores. Anyone who went into the circle would fall asleep, or worse. Urist screeched loudly until an idea hit him. His hand tore into the bag left behind by his partner until it pulled out a mildly large, glass orb.
Which he promptly threw at the lead Bellossom as hard as he could. “U... Urist! That's not how you use them!” Urist didn't seem to care. And it actually worked quite well. With a heavy smack the hollow glass orb smashed into the Bellossom's face, sending her reeling. “Tiff!” One of them shouted. Both of them moved to check on their fallen comrade, much to their stupidity.
Urist was at the scene in a heart beat. One fist came forward, punching the other one in the face. Another fist came forward, punching the third. All three were on the ground in what seemed like an instant. The Metapod's stream of curses broke long enough to shout “Yeah! Serves you right! Hey, thanks for the help!”
Urist ignored him, choosing instead to walk over to to Chelsea and pinch her cheek sharply. “Owww. Mister Urist, that hurt.” She awoke with a start and began rubbing her cheek, which hurt sharply from where his fingers had dug into her skin slightly.
“Hey, hey guys. Pick me up and let's get out of here.” “Ukkii. Why don't you move yourself”
“Uh, duh? I'm a Metapod? I can't move until I hatch from my cocoon, assclown. That probably won't be for at least another week.” Urist looked at him with annoyance. “Then let me help you with that!” He grabbed the glass orb (which was, apparently, unspent) and held it over his head with both hands. “H... Hey. What do you think you're doing with that?” His answer was smashing the orb into the Metapod as hard as he could. The orb shattered on impact, leaving a large crack in it's shell. Suddenly, the all the hedges within a few meters simply disappeared into the earth, as if hit by some large gravity-well.
“s**t, s**t s**t. See what you did!? It cracked. s**t! Ah, hell it's opening s**t s**t s**t...” The Metapod's hard shell split open, revealing the Butterfree inside. The newly-hatched creature looked himself over with glee. “Hah! See you suckers later!” He promptly flew off. What a d**k.
Dennis felt it apt to give explanation. “That guy came here as a Caterpie and promptly started wrecking everything. He'd shoot string everywhere and leave his silk hanging over everything. He enjoyed tying flowers together especially just to screw up the arrangements. When he evolved, he started gloating about how 'awesome' and 'indestructible' his shell was, so the entire garden started kicking him around.”
The party was silent for a while. Urist finally spoke. “What a d**k. Let's go home.”
The party agreed. They made their way quietly out of the maze and out of the gardens. Dennis stopped as they left the last ring of flowers. Lyn turned around, wondering why he had stopped. “Well, I guess I'll see you guys later if you ever come back.”
He turned to head back into the gardens. “U... um... You could...” Urist glanced at his partner for a moment before speaking up. “You could join our team if you like.” Lyn looked over at Urist appreciatively. Had he known what she wanted to say?
Dennis stopped and turned, looking back at the group. “...You sure? I'm not exactly a fighter.”
Chelsea nodded herself. “That's okay! 'Cause you're a friend, mister Dennis!” Lyn looked at her two teammates that stood beside her, much more confident than she.
He nodded. The perpetual frown that marred his species's face twinged into the briefest of a more stoic look; it was presumably as close as he could get to a smile. “Alright then. I'd be happy to come with you.”
Lyn nodded happily. Dennis, so far away, could not hear her whisper. “Thank you, Urist...”
Urist merely scratched his cheek slightly in embarassment.
Items UsedFive Apples One-Room Orb Eight enemies defeated!Turtwig, Sunkern, Chikorita, Carnivine, Bellossom (x3), Metapod. I also made a Lotad run away, I guess? So you could say nine, if you wanted. As a small note, I know that the amount spent in the shop OOC is different from the amount spent in character. That's just because I knew I would want the extra apples later, but I didn't feel like making another post later on. Although not local to the environment, I felt that Shroomish fit in fairly well. I also had a grass egg, which is where he came from! So he's not really a "normal recruit", which is why I invited him to join in-story.
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Posted: Tue Oct 26, 2010 3:34 pm
{{ WOAH! It's awesome, Cysic! I love the way you introduced one of your egg recruits through the story; I've never seen it done that way before. }}
It was several hours later, when Team Shatter was holed up back in their team room, that a loud, almost obnoxious knocking echoed from the door, interrupting the whole team at once.
A Butterfree hovered on the other side of the door, fluttering it's new wings as fast as it possibly could. Clearly, he wasn't used to flying yet, as much as he would claim the opposite, for the sake of pride and appearances.
"Yeah, whatever. I'm just here because some idiot in the guild came after me for not holding to my word." He muttered sourly, tossing a small sack into the face of the team member who'd been so bold as to open the door for him.
"Rewards; take 'em before I change my mind."
Then, without another word, the Butterfree slammed the door shut again, and flew off.
Inside the bag, the team would find the promised 4000PD, as well as a Sleep Powder TM, and a single Miracle Seed; a parting gift to Dennis from the other inhabitants of Gracedia Gardens.
Several minutes later, there would be another knock on the door, although this would be more tentative and polite than the last.
Upon opening the door, they'd come face to face with three Pokemon from the gardens.
Two of them were the Chikorita and Sunkern pair from before, looking a little bit nervous of the Mankey behind the door, but nonetheless somewhat excited.
The third was one of the Bellossom, looking embarrassed but hopeful.
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Posted: Mon Nov 01, 2010 5:06 pm
Lyn collapsed backwards as the bag flew into her with record strength for a Butterfree. The 4000 PD spilled out along with the TM and Miracle seed, the latter of the three being wrapped in a small pouch with a note attached.
"Hope to see you again, Dennis! Good luck as a member of a rescue team.
- The Floral Keepers"
Of course, the "Floral Keepers" was basically the entire garden. Very, very few people in that area didn't take care of the flowers, and everyone that did was a part of the group. It was... a surprise. He hadn't thought himself so well liked.
When the three prospective recruits came, it was Urist who answered. And Urist who, just as quickly, said "No." and slammed the door in their faces.
He then went, grabbed the sack of PD sans a thousand. "I'll be back in a bit." He was very upbeat now, with the bag in hand. Why was that...? No one knew.
He opened the door, slamming it shut behind him. The three pokemon simply stared at him, dumbfounded. "Ukikiki! Go away! We don't want you!" The Chikorita and Sunkern were quick to flee with the Bellossom not far behind them, chest puffed and arms crossed in annoyance.
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 4:03 pm
Client: Combee Hive
Mission:
"Bzz, please help us! Our queen has gone missing!"
Dungeon: Gracedia Gardens
Floors: 20
Rewards: Sweet Scent TM + Poison Sting TM + ???
Reserved for Team ShadowWolf~ [here's what happened so far]
The Marketplace
“Thanks for coming with me,” said Anastasia to Desdemona. She heaved a large basket on her shoulder containing various green vegetables.
“No problem—Reginald needs to start eating his greens anyways,” Desdemona gave a smirk, hefting a large bag of PD to spend. The two were meandering through the crowds in the marketplace, buying food to last the week.
“It’s been a while since our last mission,” said Anastasia as she appraised a cabbage.
“Yeah, that last mission was a total success!” Desdemona laughed, handing a teller some PD. Anastasia placed the cabbage in her basket and grinned. Her first mission with the team was not easy, but turned out for the greater good; it was fun too.
“Yea—Ack!” something yellow and airborne whizzed past her face. Anastasia fell back on her haunches, spilling her basket’s contents on the ground. Desdemona gasped, “What a turd! Here, ‘lemme help you up—“ Desdemona helped Anastasia back to her feet and gathered the strewn greens off the dirt path.
“Oof—thanks, but who the heck was that anyways?” Anastasia brushed the dust off of her pelt and peered around the wall where the vague blur had disappeared. A frantic Combee was furiously putting a message on the mission board. It glanced around hurriedly and whirled off with speed, leaving nothing but a yellow poster-board paper on the mission board. Desdemona ripped it off and read it.
“Hey, Anastasia, check this out,” she tilted it so Anastasia could read, “says here they’re missing their queen. Are you interested in taking another mission?”
“You bet!” Anastasia grinned, “Let’s go! Adventure awaits.” She said, pointing dramatically skywards. Desdemona giggled.
Team ShadowWolf's room
Reginald grimaced when he saw the two girls come through the enterance of the Team room, arms full of greenery.
“Ye Arceus. And what exactly are those?” He joked. Desdemona gave a mock haughty huff and pointed her nose upwards. “You should recognize these by now, Reg. Ve-ge-ta-bles. They’re what you’re going to feast on tonight!” She waved a bundle of spinach under his snout, which he quickly turned away. “Yech,” he grumbled, and then turned to Anastasia with a brighter attitude, “so where’s the meat, Stacy?” He asked. Anastasia only shook her head, “Sorry, Reg, its steamed vegetables tonight.” He moaned and rolled his eyes, “Excuse me, I’m going to take a walk outside to disembowel an unlucky Pidgey.” Muttered Reginald.
“Oh, no you don’t!” Desdemona exclaimed, grabbing a handful of his shoulder fur. “You’re going to eat dinner and get a lot of rest because tomorrow, we’re going on a mission.” His ears perked up and he turned toward her, “What mission?” Anastasia pulled out the yellow flyer from her basket and held it out for him to read.
“A Combee hive is missing its queen and wants her back.” She said. “Sound interesting enough?”
“You bet!” said Reginald, a shade more cheerful.
“But you’re still going to eat dinner.” Desdemona quickly pushed his shoulders downwards until he was forced to sit down. He groaned mournfully and plopped his head down on the cherry wood table to face his ill fate.[I've finished the mission and will be checking for errors. Will post tomorow!]
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Posted: Fri Dec 10, 2010 2:33 pm
As the trio approached the Combee Hive, Reginald was still trying to get nasty green spinach bits out from between his teeth with his tongue. He spat distastefully just before a rather frantic Combee flew from the entrance. It looked at them in clear confusion, but nodded as Desdemona waved the yellow flyer one of their numbers left on the mission board. It motioned them to follow it and whizzed off through a tunnel of hexagonal cells. It lead them to a large room in which many Combee milled about, carrying honey and pollen from place to place. In Reginald’s eyes, they worked like a very complex clockwork machine. Reginald was snapped back to attention as the leading Combee flew over somewhere and back with an older Vespiquen who looked slightly vexed. Anastasia looked at the two bug-types with confusion in her eyes.
“I thought you’re queen was missing.” Anastasia frowned. The Combee looked quite uncomfortable and looked away, “Bzz, we kind of have two Vespiquen residents at this colony, bzz-bzz.”
“What?!” Reginald was taken aback. Two Vespiquen? What in the…? The Vespiquen buzzed forward, “Thizz izz a complicated zzituation,” she said tightly, poised like a duchess and standing tall, “we merely wizsh for your… rezzcue team to find and bring back the other Vezpiquin. That izz all.” And with that, she swept her swirling skirts around in a tight circle, in proud queen-like fashion, and headed off in the opposite direction, looking as if she had far more important things to do. The Combee looked at the queen, then at them. He shrugged it submission and hurried on after the rushing queen. Anastasia shared a glance with her two partners and shrugged with the air that said ‘posh folk, eh?’
Floor 1 - Belly Slots: 5.0
“Soooo… We’re looking for a Vespiquin?” Desdemona said with her hands folded behind her head in leisurely fashion.
“Yes, most likely one who is flying away from the hive at a rapid pace.” Anastasia said.
“In other words, upwards,” Reginald said, staring straight ahead. Desdemona slowed her pace slightly to slow down to him, “Hey, Reg, you seemed to know something about this business of Combee hives. Care to elaborate?”
“… Very well,” he said after a pause of silence. “Studies show that approximately one in eight Combee born are female, making them fairly uncommon. Theoretically, this lead to the culture they have today. Female Combees, easily identified by the red gem on their foreheads, are the only ones of their species that can evolve, and that is into a Vespiquin. Only one Vespiquin is allowed to be the queen of a colony. Just one--” He was interrupted by Desdemona as she poked him. “We’re here.” She indicated the set of stairs leading to the next section of the expansive garden.
Floor 2 – Belly slots: 4.5
Anastasia looked distantly at the reeds in a nearby pool, “Reg, you were saying something important a while ago?” said the Meowth. Reginald nodded in recognition.
“Ah, yes. When the current queen bee gets old, the hive feeds a special royal jelly to one of their female young that strengthens her to become the next queen as a strong Vespiquin. Once the Combee beco—“ He was, yet again, cut off but by a new source: a Razor Leaf to the mouth. Reginald hacked and coughed, spitting sharp leaves out of his cut mouth. The aggressor turned out to be a rapidly advancing Turtwig throwing careless Razor Leaves in all directions and shouting “Get away from here, fiends!” Desdemona noticed that Anastasia’s paw was stomped on a small flower. She opened her mouth to say something, but the Turtwig knocked all the breath out of her with a Tackle attack. Anastasia sent a swiping paw his way; it Scratched his shell without much effect except for making him angrier. He replied by snapping his strong jaws at her arm, successfully chomping down on her arm in an immense Bite. She screeched in pain and twirled away, clearly writhing in pain. Reginald lunged forward and Bit the Turtwig’s leg, recoiling from the hardness that nearly chipped his tooth. Desdemona got back to her feet and flipped her jaws to the front of her face. She chomped down on the sapling sprouting on top of the Turtwig’s head. He gasped and tore away from her clutch, leaving his sapling in tatters. He screamed in anger and Absorbed green blobs of energy that detached from her, leaving her exhausted and his sapling restored. Anastasia ran up behind him and head butted him in the rear, sending him sprawling into the pond. Desdemona pointed to the crushed flower that started all of it. “Watch your step next time.”
Floor 3 – Belly Slots: 4.0
The threesome were a strange sight to see. There was a dark colored Meowth looking downwards with eyes like saucers as if she were closely examining the interesting dirt particles on the path, a punkish Mawile who was applying some strange ointment to another Pokémon’s mouth, and a Poochyena who was currently yelping in pain.
“Augh! What is that stuff?” He spat in disgust.
“Hold still!” said Desdemona, irritably. She slathered more of the, for lack of a better word, “paste” on his mouth. Earlier, the group was in a battle with a Turtwig, and one was now paying the price of several mouthfuls of sharp Razor Leaves. Reginald squirmed out of her grasp and then flopped out his tongue, where it hung limply, “I ‘hink I ‘ongue ‘as ‘on nun’g” said Reginald numbly. Anastasia wrinkled her nose as she looked at the paste. “What is that? Leaf mold?” She covered her nose with her paws. “Ye Arceus, that looks awful.”
“I made it myself. ‘Has amazing healing propr’ties,’ the recipe in the medicines book said. ’S got herbs in it,” Desdemona added, tossing the flat rock with the putrid green muck on it away. Reginald rolled his eyes. Chuck a fist full of weeds in the mixture and, hey, you got herbs.
Floor 4 – Belly Slots: 3.5
The team soon came across an expansive lake.
“It’s so wide,” observed Anastasia nervously. She cautiously poked a toe into the bone chilling water and withdrew it just as quickly as it went in, as if it bit her. Desdemona found a long branch and inserted it into the water. It wasn’t long enough to reach the bottom. Reginald frowned and looked across, hardly being able to see the far side.
“It’s too deep to risk swimming it, and too dangerous to go around it.” He muttered, glancing at the thick, thick brambles and poison ivy that edged the lake followed by huge rocks and the occasional slithering Ekans. Desdemona spotted a large lily pad near the edge of the water and jumped onto it. Surprisingly, it held her weight. “Hey, we can use these to get across,” she beckoned her two teammates over. Anastasia tip-toed onto a small lily pad and sighed with relief as it showed to sustain her weight. Reginald, however, was paranoid and didn’t try getting a paw on a lily pad until after constant coaxing and reassurance.
Floor 5 -- Belly Slots: 3.0
As the three walked across the both deep and wide lake via lily pads, the lily pad under Desdemona wobbled. All froze. All stared.
“Well, that didn’t sound good,” said Anastasia, breaking the silence. The pad continued to wobble – and a blue face peered out from under it.
“…Tad?” it ventured. Desdemona screamed. Immediately, all the other lily pads started to rumble as they were aroused. “Ah, crap. These are Lotad, not lily pads.” Reginald muttered crossly, though he had problems of his own: keeping all four limbs balanced on the constantly shifting leaves. The newly awakened Lotads started to get cranky and one shot at Anastasia with a Water Gun. Anastasia yelped and bent backwards almost 90 degrees at the waist. Desdemona similarly dodged a vaguely shot Water Gun. It seemed that a blast in the face would knock you in the deep waters. And then you were in trouble. Reginald, having all fours placed – or rather pinned with sharp claws – firmly on four leafs, received a full blast of Water Gun in the snout, but was able to shrug it off without much damage.
“Let’s get out of here!” Desdemona shrieked. They ran for it, hopping from steaming mad Lotad leaf to leaf. One leapt out of the water toward Desdemona, stubby legs squabbling in the air, with intent to knock her down. She planted a toothy Bite on its blue-yellow body, sending it howling back into the water. Reginald thumped one alongside the ear hole with his tail as it leapt toward him, making it spin away uncontrollably. Anastasia swiped a paw at any Lotad scum who dared to come near. Soon enough, the Lotad got smart, floated close together, and used Nature Power. The sky seemed to darken and waters tremble as a gigantic wave formed behind the three.
“Hang on to your Lotads; we’re going to Surf it out!” The three clung desperately onto the Lotads they were on for dear life. The wave toppled forwards.
Floor 6 – Belly Slots: 2.5
Reginald’s eyes slammed open. He was lying on soft ground at the edge of a lake, soaked to the bone and lungs full of water. He hurriedly dragged himself to his feet and spluttered out water. After a relieved glance, he saw that Desdemona and Anastasia were similarly picking themselves up onto their feet, hacking and coughing. Three Lotad lying sideways or on their backs were squirming on the wet ground, their feet failing to gain purchase on the slick mud. Reginald caught his breath and kindly nudged them over one by one into the rippling water. They sank gratefully into the water and swam off. Anastasia tottered to him, bent over with her paws on her knees and wheezing, “Let’s – let’s not do that again,” she suggested and fell on her back, fountaining up more water from her mouth. Reginald just smiled weakly.
Floor 7 – Belly Slots: 2.0
Reginald fidgeted, clearly uncomfortable. He just couldn’t resist the immense urge to – He shook his fur, spraying water everywhere. “Ugh! Reginald!” Desdemona scolded. “Do that somewhere else, will you?” Anastasia wrinkled her nose. “Great. Now we all smell like wet dog.”
“Sorry,” he apologized sheepishly. The group paused; the path was blocked by some strange looking saplings lined in a curve onto a rougher path. Desdemona looked at the other two, shrugged, and continued on the new path. The trees looked almost petrified, and suspiciously similar. The same thing went for the strange bushes that dotted the ground in random patterns.
“This is getting weird,” Anastasia whispered.
Floor 8 – Belly Slots: 1.5
The path of strange look-alike foliage thinned out and eventually came to a small closed in clearing.
“Dead end.” Stated Reginald, “Time to go back--” He turned around to find that two of the suspicious trees had inconspicuously sidled inward to block the entrance of the path. Desdemona’s eyes narrowed and swiveled from side to side, “something’s wrong here.” She focused hard on a tree and bush. They suddenly sprouted eyes and mouths and uprooted their roots from the ground. A few other fake trees did the same and sprung at the group with triumphant cries of “Pseudo” and “Bon.”
“It’s ambush!” Anastasia cried as the three Sudowoodo and three Bonsly advanced. Desdemona’s arm was bashed with a well aimed Rock Throw, Reginald was knocked over when another Flailed its arms wildly but Anastasia was limber enough to jump out of the range of one’s Low Kick. Two Bonsly proceeded to Flail aimlessly and one just sat down and cried.
Desdemona groped her agonizing arm but threw her steel jaws at the Sudowoodo foe and held it in a Vice Grip. Reginald had a few nasty bruises on his snout and sides from the last attack but proceeded to kick up some dirt in a Sand Attack. The gritty sand hit the Sudowoodo square in the face and Reginald watched it smugly as it scrabbled its strangely shaped hands at its eyes in attempt to clear its vision. Anastasia came up to a Sudowoodo from behind and clawed its back with both paws, leaving not even a faint mark of a Scratch. It turned around, unscathed, and proceeded to kick her legs out from underneath her in a Low Kick. She immediately folded over in throbbing pain. The three Bonsely finally got the idea they should be attacking and used Copycat, temporarily learning all the moves the rescue team used thus far.
Reginald spotted Anastasia and felt anger well up inside of him; he turned to the Sudowoodo and felt something pounding in the back of his throat itching to get out. He Roared at the Sudowoodo, throwing it back by the sheer force of the sound waves. Desdemona finished a Sudowoodo off with an Astonish and watched it satisfactory as it fell down stiffly. Anastasia charged at her foe on all fours and swiped madly, time and time again, at the Sudowoodo with her sharp claws. The Fury Swipes caught it off guard and finished it off. The Meowth stared at her paws in astonishment, not noticing as the last Sudowoodo standing slammed its fist down on Reginald’s neck in a clean karate chop movement making him wobble uncertainly and see purple fireworks. Desdemona snuck up behind the foe and sunk her jagged teeth into its back, making it faint. The three Bonsly pretty much knocked eachother out by accident; Flail was not a move to use lightly in a small environment. They were, too, KO’ed with a few well placed fists and knees.
Floor 9 – Belly Slots: 1.0
Gratefully on a new path, free of suspiciously replicated trees, they continued on. Next to their current path the grass was worn and faded with some indications of dirt showing through, suggesting a rarely used path. Desdemona pointed to it, “Hey, let’s go this way.” The path eventually turned to a small secluded clearing shrouded by ugly bushes and gnarled trees. In the center of the bedraggled area was a very pretty Vileplume who was crying. Anastasia looked at her quizzically, “Vileplume, why are you crying?” The Vileplume sniffled and shifted her weight to face them. They tried hard not to gasp. The Vileplume’s head flower was that of a red-white spotted hibiscus instead of that of the natural dull brown-red Rafflesia. The unusually pretty Pokémon writhed in their attention and shrank back, her flower closing in shame. Desdemona made motion to move toward the beautiful creature, but only made the Vileplume slink behind a gnarled tree. Instead of risking her running away, she asked her,
“Who are you?”
“That doesn’t matter.” She replied and stepped out from behind the tree. “We Vileplume take pride in being so ugly, but I was birthed with round ruffled leaves instead of the standard stringy grass all Oddish are always with. I eventually ran away from my family in shame after my first years of torment.” Said the Vileplume.
“It’s nothing to be ashamed of,” Anastasia said, stretching out her black arm, “being different is pretty cool.” The hibiscus Pokemon brightened up considerably, “Really?” Desdemona grinned, “Of course. You should never be ashamed for what you were made on the outside.” The Vileplume smiled, lighting up the gloomy clearing. She picked up her bearings and trotted down the path in a happy skip.
Floor 10 -- Belly Slots: 0.5
The team picked their way down the spooky path. Most of the trail was hard to see, being so blended in well with the bushes and thistles surrounding it on either side.
“This place gives me the creeps,” Anastasia shivered. Something growled. Desdemona froze and said rigidly, “What was that?” More rumbling was heard, very close. In fact, it was coming straight from—
“Desdemona, that’s your stomach,” Reginald said levelly. There was nothing but embarrassed silence for the next few moments. Anastasia finally let out a nervous laugh, “We’d better eat something before we get freaked out by our stomachs growling again.” She pulled out a Big Apple and tossed it in the air for show. She swiped at it with her claws and three equal pieces of apple landed neatly on the ground. They devoured the slices and continued down the dark path with new energy burning inside them.
Floor 11 – Belly Slots: 1.5(1 Apple)
The gloomy path broke into a frighteningly pretty clearing. Suspiciously innocent looking plants of various sizes hung from the trees and rooted into the ground. Anastasia bent down to sniff at what appeared to be a cousin of the species daffodil. Just as it snapped at her, Anastasia’s attention, as well as her head, turned to Desdemona who was waving her over.
“Look at that,” she said, pointing to an abnormally large spiky plant attached to a tree. “Doesn’t it look a little… out of place?” The two examined the opened green spotted plant for a few more moments before it turned slightly and eyeballed them with its two beady pupils. The two shrieked and leapt backwards, crashing into Reginald. The Venus flytrap untied its roots from the branch it was perched on and hissed at them in delight, giving off a sweet smelling scent from its breath. Two yellow-pink blooms behind them uprooted themselves from the ground and wavered as menacing as they could manage; that is, as threatening as a scrawny Bellsprout could manage. One sprout lashed out with a Vine Whip, striking Reginald’s flanks and making him whip around to Bite it. The aggressor withdrew its tendrils as quickly as it could but still ended up with a vine or two ensnared between Reginald’s teeth. The other Bellsprout stretched its thin middle-section, Wrapped it around Anastasia’s neck and planted its roots firmly into the ground, leaving her choking for oxygen. That left Desdemona with the Carnivine. Crap, she thought, yeah, leave the city girl with the biggest foe, will ya? The Pokemon’s mouth dribbled with sweet sticky stuff in anticipation of a good meal and proceeded to Bite her head off. She countered with her own Bite, leaving her steel jaws fighting against the enemy’s jaws in a wrestle. Regnald opened his mouth up wide and Bit the Bellsprout on the ‘snout’. The Poochyena kicked back his hindlegs as he did so, catching the other Bellsprout full in the throat and forcing it to either let the Meowth go or snap into two. Anastasia breathed wonderful air through her oxygen deprived lungs and rubbed her neck with one paw, using the other to punch the Bellsprout in the teeth[?]. Things weren’t looking well for Desdemona; she kept thinking she had the upper hand, or rather jaw, and ending up almost down for the count. Reginald finished the last Bellsprout off with a Tackle it wouldn’t forget for years and turned to help Desdemona. Anastasia charged at the Carnivine and lunged at it, only to be swatted away nonchalantly with a well placed leaf-arm thingy. Desdemona yelped as she felt its red and yellow tentacles Wrap around her small body and squeezing tight, making her lose ground in their locked jaw competition. Reginald righted himself once more and leapt at where its jugular should be. The blow finally knocked the opponent over, making it release the Mawile from its death grip, and it passed out.
Floor 12 – Belly Slots: 1.0
The creepy section of the Garden abruptly ended and opened up into a more cheerful clearing. Anastasia inhaled and stretched her arms, “Ah, brilliant sunshine~” she exhaled happily. The light grew unnaturally intense and glared at them with magnificently strong rays of light. The Meowth frowned and shaded her eyes with a forearm. Desdemona pointed at the source of the suddenly changed light: A bundle of happy Sunflora surrounded Pokémon who were lounging on rocks or propped up against trees. The surrounded Pokémon held strange three-sided mirrors whose sides were connected to the center mirror at a forty-five degree angle, reflecting much light onto their faces and chests. Most of the light was coming from the Sunfloras’ Sunny Day moves, enhancing the sun’s heat tenfold.
“Interesting,” commented Reginald, clearly uninterested.
Floor 13 Belly Slots: 0.5
Regiald frowned and stopped in the middle of the path, crisp dry leaves crunching underneath his paws.
“The Vespiquen’s trail has grown especially thin… I think we’re going the wrong way,” he said. Desdemona frowned in disappointment. “Well, we should at least eat before we get moving again.” She pulled out three apples and handed them around.
“Fill your guts quickly, we still have a long ways to go.” She huffed on her shiny red apple, making it fog over slightly, rubbed it on her blouse and took a bite. Reginald quickly devoured his, in the biting-snapping way canines do. Anastasia ate the apple in one go, core and all, her mouth being so wide and full of sharp pointed teeth that it was easy to do so. The group was quite refreshed and happily full; Reginald stuck his nose to the ground and soon picked up the trail again.
Floor 14 Belly Slots: 3.5 (3 Apples)
Anastasia snapped her… what can be best described as ‘digits’ (not quite ‘fingers’), which is no easy feat, having paws instead of hands with helpful opposable thumbs, as if she had a brilliant idea. “Hey, aren’t Combee attracted to sweet smelling flowers?” she said. Reginald nodded, “Why, yes. Why did you ask?”
“Can’t Desdemona use Sweet scent to try to attract our Vespiquen?” Desdemona grinned widely, “That’s a great idea!” She focused and her scent grew from slightly perfumed to intoxicatingly addicting. Reginald smiled faintly. The scent wafting from her was almost overwhelming for his overly sensitive nose.
“But this means that I can no longer track the Vespiquen because Des’s scent is so strong.” He warned. Before Anastasia could comment, a group of grass pokemon including two large Carnivine came toward them, attracted by the strong and sweet scent originating from Desdemona. The whole group of nearing grass-types soon realized the Carnivines’ hungry intent and scattered. Reginald growled as they came close and Tackled the first Carnivine; the second was stopped by Anastasia who had leapt on its head from behind as it swept past her and was attempting to gouge its eyes out with her sharp claws. The Carnivine that was in battle with Reginald snapped its head forward and Bit Reginald on the snout; Reginald flung himself backwards and tripped the Carnivine that was occupied with a screaming Meowth attached to its head as it bucked and rocketed. It fell forward with a thump as Desdemona joined in the fray. She ran toward the upright Carnivine and used Fake Out, pretending to faint and then attacking when it moved in close. It hissed angrily and thrust out two Vines to Whip her, lashing her on the back twice like horsewhips. She screamed in agony and somersaulted away from the assailant. Reginald and Anastasia got off of the unconscious Carnivine they were brutally attacking and focused on the other foe. Reginald Bit its tentacles while Anastasia cut at them with a clean Scratch. Desdemona finished it off with a Bite to its torso-section.
Floor 15 – Belly Slots: 3.0
Desdemona pinched her nose shut with her index finger and thumb; the sweet scent that surrounded her was on the brink of being quite strong to overpowering.
“Maybe I should stop doing this,” said she.
“No, that Vespiquen could be on this floor or the floor after this; we won’t know until we find her. The fights from now on will be intense, but keep at it.” Reginald glanced at the two lashes that crisscrossed her back,
“You took quite a thrashing back there; how is your back?”
“Okay for five blessed minutes until you mentioned it,” Desdemona snapped. Reignald recoiled,
“Sorry.” He said, “Perhaps you can use some of that ointment stuff you made a while ba--”
“Hell no,” laughed Desdemona. “Besides, I don’t think that’s for backs; strictly mouths only.” She said desperately. Liar, Reginald thought bitterly as they trudged on.
Floor 16 Belly - Slots: 2.5
Reginald stumbled aside as two Bellossom pushed him aside from behind and hurried onwards, fixing their flowers and adjusting their grassy skirts as they passed by.
“Sorry!” One of them called, waving her limb and turning at the waist to look at them, “We’re in a hurry. You smell nice by the way.” She and her partner scuttled away further down the path. “Okay, that was a slightly awkward situation,” Desdemona said finally. Anastasia took her hand in hers and tugged, “Let’s see where they’ve gone.” She urged, pulling Desdemona reluctantly behind. The three ran in the vague direction of where the two disappeared, Reginald leading the way using his nose. As they neared a clearing, faint music could be heard. They came into the clearing and slunk around the edge, hiding behind some bushes. In the middle of the small clearing, a fair sized group of Bellossoms were dancing. An older Bellossom was constantly stopping them and the Kricketot who was generating the music stood patiently beside it as it made corrections in the dancing Pokémons’ choreography. The seemingly impatient Bellossom spied them in the bushes and beckoned them out. “’Ere, we need some fresh eyes on this,” he said. The Bellossom motioned the Kricketot to start playing and the dance began. After ten minutes of critiquing the dancers’ traditional Bellossom dance, the old Pokemon finally let the team go. Gratefully, they left, leaving the poor dancers to the wrath of their strict teacher.
Floor 17 – Belly Slots: 2.0
“Hey, what the heck do you think you guys are doing?” Desdemona gasped. Four Pokemon on the same path were ferociously kicking an already unconscious Pokemon; further inspection showed that it was a Combee. Desdemona looked at their faces; they emitted pure confusion at their intrusion but hostility as well when they intruded. Though she didn’t recognize them, Reginald let out a low growl. He did.
“Those are the faces that I’ve seen a few times before and came to recognize, Des. They are the faces of those who don’t know that it’s cruel to continue beating up someone after they’re unconscious.” He said bitterly. The largest Bulbasaur loomed, his face big and brains most likely thicker than corn syrup. It charged at them, the other three Bulbasaurs following at his heels. Their slow lumbering allowed Anastasia to leap in quickly and Scratch one of the minions’ bulbs. It reacted by Biting her tail and swinging her off its back. Although these Bulbasaurs were smaller than and not as strong as the leader, they were faster than she expected. Reginald stood his ground as the largest came close and sprung at its face. His Tackle wasn’t exactly enough to knock it over, but pushed it back an inch or two. Desdemona faced the last two. She turned her Sweet Scent one more notch up, making the smell overly overpowering. The two skidded to a halt from the strong smell and fell into a sneezing fit. Desdemona grinned and rushed forward, Biting them repeatedly as they tried desperately not to breath, least their sinuses explode. Anastasia played tic-tac-toe with her sharp claws on her foe Bulbasaur’s back; it reeled and roared, sending out two green vines out of its bulb to swat at her. It watched as she tap danced furiously to avoid the whips, but a Vine Whip finally tripped her legs and she fell. Reginald leapt off the leader’s face with a powerful push with his hind legs and Tackled the Bulbasaur that had assaulted Anastasia. It rolled onto its side, unconscious. Meanwhile, the large leader lumbered toward Desdemona as she was playing double Dutch with the two henchmen’s Vine Whips. Anastasia spied the leader and sprinted toward him, lashing out a claw and leaving a few Scratches on his hind legs. Reignald ran forward and leapt at it as it turned around, used his bulbous head for extra boosting in mid jump and landed next to Desdemona in the middle of double Dutch. He leapt madly and jumped out of the swinging vines; Desdemona did the same. They each knocked over a Bulbasaur and started to viciously bite and scratch them. Anastasia raked her claws across the leader Bulbasaur’s back, leaving deep gashes. He used Take Down, crushing the life out of her slowly as he sat nonchalantly on the small Pokemon. Reginald and Desdemona finished the leader off with sharp Bites and Tackles, freeing Anastasia from her position.
Floor 18 – Belly Slots: 1.5
Once they thought they had run far enough, they slowed down and dropped their packages gently. Desdemona lowered the Combee down on the soft grass gently and turned to Anastasia, who was draped across the Poochyena’s back. She laid her out carefully, light as a feather, she thought, and sat on a stone next to them. Anastasia eventually came around and moaned, “I… think I cracked a rib,” she winced as she attempted to sit up.
“Rest for a few; we got away from them before they could regain consciousness and have covered a lot of ground.” Reginald looked at the still unconscious Combee. Anastasia managed to prop herself up on her elbows and winced. “Never mind, I think my ribs are fine,” she said painfully. Desdemona glanced behind them, still worried about that group of Bulbasaurs.
“I think we’d better get moving soon. Sorry, Stacy, but I’m still worried about that gang.”
“I think that would be for the best,” Anastasia nodded in understanding.
Floor 19 – Belly Slots: 1.0
As they carried the Combee to the next section of the Garden, he came to. He groaned and stared upwards weakly. He tried flying but couldn’t move, so he panicked.
“B-Bzz! Where am I? Zz.” He squirmed, not knowing that he was strapped to Reginald’s back.
“Ah! He’s awake! Unbind him.” Desdemona and Anastasia quickly undid the knots of the vine and released the Combee. He quickly fluttered dizzily a few inches above Reginald’s back.
“We found you unconscious with a gang of Bulbasaurs attacking you.” Reginald explained. The Combee winced, seeming to remember. “I see, Bzz. Well, I come from the hive, Bzz, here in the Garden and am looking for our queen who had gone missing.”
“Oh, really? We’re a team hired to look for the same queen.” Anastasia said. “You won’t have to worry about her; we’ll find her soon,” she promised.
“When we asked about this Vespiquen, everyone got—yes, just like that,” the Combee shifted in the air, as if shuffling his feet, clearly uncomfortable.
“What’s wrong? What’s going on here?” Desdemona demanded.
“It is a complicated situation,” was the only thing he provided. He turned around as to leave and added one more thing: “You’ll most likely find out when you encounter her.” And flew off.
Floor 20– Belly Slots: 0.5
A Pokemon who looked like she had a lot on her mind flew unconsciously toward them, specifically toward Desdemona. It was a Vespiquen. She froze as she saw them, turned around and flew swiftly the opposite direction. The three bounded after her,
“Wait!” Anastasia cried, “We’re here to escort you back to your hive!” The airborne Pokémon accelerated. “I don’t wanna go back!” the Vespiquen cried. Her voice was that of a very young, very distressed woman. “I can’t… I juzt can’t.” Reginald detoured at the most likely place she would go and cut her off.
“I’ll fight zyou if zat’z what it takez!” she said desperately and began to twirl gracefully. A Gust of wind formed and knocked Anastasia over; Desdemona and Reginald, luckily, dodged.
“I don’t want it to go like this!” Desdemona used Sweet Scent and a dose of perfume like scent wafted gently from her. The queen-to-bee seemed temporarily immobilized as the wonderful smell wafted toward her, leaving Anastasia able to attack without much trouble. She Scratched the queen bee with her powerful claws and sent her spinning. Reginald flung himself toward her, but she veered out of the way before he could Tackle her.
“The queen haz alwayz been nize to me!” She yelled. []“Zhe treated me like an only child,” she said quietly. She regained her composure and let out a Poison Sting that hit Desdemona full in the chest, also pushing Anastasia away as she came close.
“Why?” Anastasia said, “Why are you running away? Why can’t you just return to the hive and reign?” The Vespiquen paused in shocked silence for a moment. “Zz…You mean you don’t know?” she asked quietly.
“What is this problem the others won’t tell us?” Desdemona asked, pulling out the bee sting. The Vespiquen looked at her with a pained look.
“Why do you dread returning to your hive?” Reginald asked. She whirled around and focused on him for a few seconds before she broke.
“BECAUSE THEN I HAVE TO KILL HER!” She screeched. Her echo carried across the forest trees of the clearing. The young Vespiquen broke down in long mournful sobs and landed on the ground, her hexagonal dress flowing outwards as she abruptly sat down with her head in her hands and her wings fluttering half-heartedly. They stayed there in frozen silence for several minutes; the only sound being the Vespiquen’s hysterical crying as she sat helplessly on the ground. She eventually quietened down and looked up at the tree line, “It’z an ancient ‘tradizion’ I zuppoze you could call it.” She spat and explained further, doing her best to drop the accent. “When I vos a young Combee, the worker beez chose me to become zer next qveen. Zey fed me some sort of jelly made out of zer Royal Gummies as ze strict diet. As I aged, zer idea of being qveen appealed to me and zer Qveen took me under her ving.
“She vars my mother and teacher as well as my friend, comforting me when I was down and always there; she lofved me and I lofved her. Then she told me it vas time for me to evolve, me being of age, to get ready to be zer next qveen. I happily did so and she looked at me appraisinkly, eqvally glad but solermn and even sad at zer same time. ‘Ve have somesink to tell you…’ she told me. From her tone of voice, I knew somesink vas wronk as she led me into a small room with our hive’z eldeurs and zey explainked to moi.
“She and zer elders told me that when a new qveen came forth… she and zer qveen vould fight. Although zer qveen vos viser and had much experience, zer younger had great speed and cunnink and vould alvays ends up slaughterink zer old qveen and become zer new qveen. ‘Zis is vort zyou shall do until zer next qveen comez, and vot she’ll do and vot the future qveenz vill do generation upon generation.’” The young Vespiquen started to cry once more, “I don’t vaunts to kill my mozher! I-I’m not ready for thiz—zhe’ll be killt! I can’t do thiz, I just can’t… I can’t…” She hurriedly wiped her eyes free of tears, “but… zhe zaid I vould underztand… I vould underztand…” she repeated softly and wrapped her arms around herself protectively, savoring what little comfort it gave. Her face paled and she looked up at the silent group. She slowly fluttered her wings and floated a few inches above the ground. She looked at them solemnly, with sad realization dawning on her face.
“I think I understand now.” She said with new queenly composure, “Please take me back to the hive.” He now hated to do it, but Reginald took out his badge, and sent them home back to the hive.
Mission Complete
Total Enemies Defeated: 7 battles, 19 Enemies
Vespiquin [x1] (not really, but yeah.), Sudowoodo[x3], Bellsprout[x2], Carnivine[x3], Bonsly[x3], Lotad[x3], Bulbasaur[x3], Turtwig[x1]
[sorry it’s so long. I hope you don’t mind >.> and also sorry for the 'bad spelling' its her accent.]
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Posted: Mon Dec 13, 2010 9:54 pm
The elder Vespiquen knew that they had learned the truth immediately upon their return. A well-aged Monarch such as herself had long since learned to perceive what could not be seen. She stood, tall and proud. "Zzz. Pleazz leave. Thizz iz a private zzermony. Your reward will be zzent to you." The younger of the two looked at the team and nodded. "Thizz... iz what I muzzt do. I'm zzzory."
Well, it wasn't like the team had much of a choice. Evidently, the succession ceremony was something very serious for the entire hive. If they tried to interfere, every Combee in the area would try to either subdue or outright kill them. Even if they wanted to, there was no chance for them to interfere.
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A letter came. A small envelope that had been slipped into a small, wooden box. It was roughly yet lovingly crafted. A small slot was apparent at the top. Evidently, whoever set it did not know what hinges were or did not have access to them. The envelope sat just inside of the slot, keeping the rest of the contents inside of the box. It would take some time to get at, but there it was.
I did what had to be done, and I believe I understand it now. I... don't like what I had to do, but perhaps it was necessary. Perhaps it was not, yet there was simply no time for change.
I'm going to make it different from my successor. I promise that.
~ Matriarch of the Hive.
P.s: The small box included with this letter will respond to one command and one command only. Once you open it, small balls of light will fly out. They will obey the first command given to them and thereafter will attempt to complete that task every time they are released. Once they have completed their goal, they will retreat back into the box. They will not function for any person but the first to open it until that person's death. Please choose how you use it very carefully; they take orders quite literally. It is the treasure of my hive.
Should the user of the box die, please return it to my hive. It was the condition the elders gave me for giving away such a powerful heirloom.
Apparently, she could write properly even if her speech was a mess of "zzzz" noises. Though, that letter was kind of depressing! A mess of grass clippings and other soft plants were amassed inside of the box as a sort of "packing foam". A small box rested there, comfortably nestled among the plant matter. A small clip was attached to the bottom and it looked as if it would accept any kind of string, ribbon or leather. If someone wanted to, they could easily string it up and wear it as a ring, belt, bracelet or necklace... although it would be a bit heavy and unwieldy as a ring. They would also find the promised Sweet Scent and Poison Sting TM's.
It wasn't long, either before or after the letter arrived, that the standard flurry of recruits came looking to join the team! One Carnivine, Bellsprout and Bonsly arrived. The strange-looking vileplume also showed up. "I came to the city after thinking about what you said and you were right! People here really love my flower!" She tugged slightly at it with a smile across her face. "I still think it's kind of weird, but it's nice to hear that people like it. So, I was thinking... could I join your team? I want to thank you, but I don't have any money. And, maybe, there's a lot more in the world out there for me to discover?"
Of course, they could take only one recruit with them.
Mission Complete!
Sweet Scent TM
Poison Sting TM
???: Attack Order OR Defense Order TM (Choose one! The "balls of light" aren't strong enough for a complicated ability like Heal Order.)
Recruit Options: Vileplume, Bonsly, Carnivine, Bellsprout.
((A good mission, but it was a little heavy on the fighting. There's also a few plot holes, of sorts. I'm not sure how he was sniffing out the Vespiquen when he had no source for her scent?
Other than that, try to rope the themes of the missions in a bit more fluidly. In the end, very little of the mission was actually relevant to the story. I loved the dialogue between your characters, but much of the mission felt "unnecessary". Remember that missions like this don't necessarily end just because you find the client! She might have had a condition before returning, she might have been attacked en route... there's plenty of options. Try to mesh the story a little better with the actual length next time, it'll really help. If you can't, then try to put in some "center plot" relevance dialogue or events. If the Combee had been introduced earlier, he could have been used quite well. He could have been extremely weak but he might have known where she was. He might have known of the ceremony and mentioned aspects offhandedly. There's lots of things.))
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Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2010 5:05 pm
   Reginald & Desdemona & Anastasia
"Hmm..." she hummed, contemplating the box as if daring it to show its contents. She shrugged and set it aside. Anastasia found the Sweet Scent and Poison Sting TMs and lifted them up to show the others. Reginald sighed as she set those aside as well, placing his head on his paws. Did they really do the right thing, returning that Vespiquen as she clearly didn't want to? That was a puzzle he could not solve anytime soon. A group of grass-types appeared at the doorway, hoping to join the team, but Reginald waved them away. The Vileplume seemed sad at first to go, but bounded hapily away, eager to explore the world she had hidden from for so many years, maybe even form a team of her own. Who knows? Reginald turned the Attack Order TM over with his paws nonchalantly, as if depressed. Someone said something. He lifted his head warily,
"What?"
"I asked if you were alright." Desdemona said haughtily and rolled her eyes, "Geez. What are you, deaf?" Reginald smiled weakly.
"Right. Let's get back to work."
[[Really? Heavy on the fighting? Plot holes? No, they were just meandering about, hoping to encounter her. She was attracted by the smell and drifted toward them, not thinking about where she was going, and soon enough bumped into them. Most of the mission is "unnecessary" because I couldn't think of what to write that would be relevant to the main mission. And I'm also taking it that you do mind that its longer than its supposed to be. As for the last part, I agree! I could have had a few Combee sent along with the team as escorts or some other thing; the possibilities are nearly endless! Thanks for the review, though. I hope to write better stories in the future!]]
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 3:28 am
  Eros + Isis
Please get her off the plains; she's setting everything on fire.
Last Seen: Gracidea Gardens=== Eros glanced at his Smoochum partner who was staring intently at a piece of paper. The Misdreavus was curious as to why Isis had chosen that particular mission. Heck, she didn’t even tell him what the mission was!
Fretting a bit and getting more and more nervous he occupied himself with watching the peaceful looking garden.
He then stared at his vice-captain and frowned, “Isis. I order you as captain to show me the pap-” he blinked a couple of times as the Smoochum held it out to him, “…Well. Ok then!” After reading what the paper instructed them to do he felt his eyes widen, “Bounty…hunting?! Why do I let you choose what we get?” Eros asked with a slight pout.
Isis grinned up at him, “Because you’d choose one that had something stupid like pick up a berry for me in the woods or something.”
Eros huffed, “Well…” His expression brightened up, “Let’s find that Rapidash!”
Isis nodded, “It can’t be all that hard, this is a garden full of grass types and a unicorn with a flaming mane would stick out more than an intelligent Bidoof.”
Eros shook his head as he floated onwards, “Well…Let’s get to searching! I’d feel bad if we let the whole field go up in flames~”
Isis sighed, “I’d worry more about the burning carcasses of the grass types.”
Eros ignored her.
A short while later and no Rapidash in sight made Eros worry, “What if the Rapidash is already gone?”
Isis rolled her eyes, “For one there’s no charred remains of Pokemon. On the other hand maybe it burned them all to ashes and we are stepping over the body of some unfortunate Sunkern~”
Eros nearly panicked at that before realizing he was floating and couldn’t step on anything, let alone ashes and two that Isis was laughing herself to death, “Th-that’s not funny Isis!”
The Smoochum smirked, “It is to me~”
Eros frowned and then suddenly stopped, “Isis? Do you sense that?”
Isis tilted her head a bit as she closed her eyes and reached out with her psychic powers, after a while of searching for any disturbances she opened her eyes, “I…Don’t sense anything.”
Eros shivered, “I feel like we are being watched…” He then eyed the grass around him just in case anything jumped out at him.
Isis sighed, “This is a garden full of Pokemon. I’d worry if we weren’t being watched. Plus I doubt they see Misdreavus and Smoochum down here a lot anyway.”
Eros shivered once more as he nodded and headed off, his gut instinct was telling him something was off. The two hadn’t encountered any burnt patches of grass and the Pokemon dotted around the area didn’t seem to be panicking too much. This whole bounty just seemed a bit too suspect to him. Isis called to him as Eros snapped out of his concerned state of mind and floated on ahead to catch up with the Smoochum.
The two rescue team members eventually found themselves lost in the middle of the field with no traces of the fiery culprit in sight. Eros huffed as he kept glancing around for any clue what so ever for anything wrong. This was getting to be boring.
“This is way too dull for me Isis!” Eros cried out of boredom making the Smoochum nod in agreement, “Maybe we should just head back and report this as a false alarm Eros?”
The Misdreavus nodded, “That seems like a good id-” He was suddenly cut off mid sentence as a stream of fire barely missed his face and instead grazed past him causing the Misdreavus to squeak in shock.
Isis raised her brow as she turned around and saw the Rapidash they needed to capture right in front of them, “…HOW DID WE NOT NOTICE THIS?!” She fumed, “You’d think a damn flaming unicorn would be a bit more obvious!”
The Rapidash sneered at the two first stage evolutions, “You obviously didn’t have the presence of mind to notice.” She said with an evil giggle, “Then again, you are mere first stage Pokemon.” The Rapidash smirked, “The name is Flare.” she laughed some, “I am not going to be taken in by some runts.”
Isis held Eros back from doing something rash that could get them both burned…or worse, “Flare? How unimaginative could you get? What’s next? An Oddish named weed?” She snarked obviously unimpressed by Flare’s opening speech.
Flare narrowed her eyes at the green haired Smoochum as she gritted her sharp teeth, “Better be careful little one. I might melt that sneer right off your face.”
Isis mock gasped, “Oh no! I’m shaking so much! How ever will I live again! You mam have struck fear into my very bones with your unoriginal villain dialogue~”
Eros gave Isis a look as if she was crazy for pissing off the clearly pissed off Rapidash.
Flare’s right eye twitched as she opened her muzzle and let out a flamethrower attack directly at Smoochum.
Isis nimbly dodged the attack as it sailed right by her and hit a Combee that was passing by. The Smoochum then sprinted to the left as she let loose large waves from her hands. The Rapidash leaped out of the way of the confusion attack and shot another flamethrower right as Isis touched the ground as it hit her left leg directly.
Eros gasped as he saw Isis fall to the ground obviously in pain from the super-effective attack as he let out a small growl as his eyes glowed, beams of light started to gather together before shooting at the currently distracted Rapidash hitting her with the full force of his power gem attack.
Flare cried out in pain as she stood stunned for a second or two, she then shook off the attack, unfortunately she was at a much higher power advantage over the Misdreavus and leaped directly at Eros.
Said Misdreavus quickly floated out of the way as he tried a shadow ball attack this time.
Flare quickly dodged it and smirked as she let out yet another flamethrower attack.
Eros grinned as he sensed this was coming and dodged it, he noticed Isis was slowly getting up and from her posture looked like she was ready to use a sing attack.
Flare noticed something was up since Eros had completely stopped and was looking past her at something else, turning around she noticed the douche of a Smoochum from earlier was preparing something. Flare also noticed that Isis’ legs looked like they would give out and looked badly burnt. Taking this advantage she charged at the Smoochum and lowered her head to spear Isis with her horn.
Isis’ eyes widened as she tried to move but found herself being slowly drained of her energy. Looking at her legs she noticed the burn from earlier was working its way to her other leg.
Eros also noticed this and panicked knowing they didn’t have any burn heals or anything to cure it. He then decided to use his desperation move and formed a medium sized nail out of pure energy. He took a deep breath and then slammed the newly formed nail straight into his left eye.
Isis meanwhile had closed her eyes and was expecting to feel a sharp stabbing pain in her stomach. After a few moments with no such sensation she opened her eyes wondering what the hell had happened.
Eros hissed in pain as he slowly floated down to the ground, a hole had formed where his left eye was.
Isis’ eyes widened as she looked at the effect of the curse on Flare.
Flares body had become rigid and her eyes were completely blank. She staggered a couple of feet before falling onto the ground in a crumpled heap, wisps of black ghostly vapors rising from her body at random intervals.
Isis winced as the pain in her leg intensified before quickly shrugging it off and limping over to Eros, “Stupid Eros. You know you shouldn’t use that damn attack unless you are in a dire situation!”
Eros just shivered a bit as a breeze blew past the hole where his eye once was, “It’s fine. I swear! It’s a heroes duty to help those in need at any cost~” He then winced, “Sides it’ll reform eventually. I mean…It doesn’t look all that bad right?”
Isis almost wanted to slap the Misdreavus upside the head, if she could manage the strength to do so, “You have a gap where your left eye was Eros. A damn gap!” She tried calming herself as it would only make the pain she was feeling worse, “Look. That damn Rapidash is knocked out…or dead I really don’t give a damn. Our mission is done! Finished!”
It was then that the two rescue team members smelled something burning and curiously look over to where the Rapidash was.
Isis gasped, “What the?!”
Eros whimpered, “How is that even…I thought…but…”
In front of them Flare had gotten back up and though she was panting rather heavily and wisps of black air were still coming from her body she had regained her sight back and was fully conscious. She also looked quite pissed and her fiery mane had intensified the sparks landing on the nearby grass and flowers, which had started a small patch of fires that had started to spread, “I…Will…Never…Be…Defeated…EVER!” She then aimed an intensified flamethrower attack at the plant life around her causing even more fires to start and spread around.
Isis who was already in a great deal of pain felt herself start to sweat from the flames that had quickly encircled the trio and were slowly fanning out.
Eros recovered from his state of shock and took out a spare Oran berry from their pouch he carried ready to heal himself and take out this damn unicorn once and for all, they needed to win!
Flare noticed the health giving Oran berry and quickly charged ahead using her last remaining strength to speed forward, knock Isis out of the way and steal the Oran berry from Eros’ grasp.
Eros blinked, shock evident in his face as he watched the Rapidash swallow the berry, “Bu-but! No….This can’t happen!”
Flare felt her energy return to her as she grinned triumphantly, “Looks like you lose idiot heroes~” the berry had not removed the curse from her however and Flare knew she would not last long if this continued. This needed to end. Now.
Gathering her energy together her mane flared up even higher as she charged up her inner reserves to end this showdown once and for all.
Eros meanwhile had crumpled to the ground too deep in his shock to notice the impending attack.
Isis meanwhile had noticed and launched a flurry of ice powder near Eros to snap him out of his state of shock, this was getting way too dangerous. She knew they couldn’t handle this bounty! Why did she take the damn paper! She had watched enough movies to know something would happen but no~ She had to be a damn big shot. Now they were going to fry up with an egotistic unicorn and all because she had to be a big shot.
s**t!
While Isis was stuck in her self loathing mood Eros had finally snapped back to reality and noticed the impending attack. From the look of the fireball slowly growing in the Rapidash’s mouth it seemed to be a fire blast attack.
Nodding to himself and ensuring his own mind that he was doing the right thing he formed another nail and pointed it at his other eye. This was gonna suck!
Still in self loathing mode Isis noticed Eros laying on the ground face up, the nail sticking straight into his right eye socket. Isis gagged a bit at the sight as she looked to see how much damage had been done to Flare.
The Smoochum gasped in shock as the Rapidash had once again fallen into a crumpled heap and was once again unconscious. Still alive, but malnourished looking and very ragged.
She noticed the grass and Pokemon nearby had banded together and were putting out the fires that had lessened in intensity due to their owners currently unconscious state.
Isis limped forward as she collapsed against Eros, grabbed a second Oran berry from her pouch and jammed it into his mouth. She then readied what remained of her strength and pulled the nail out of his right eye. Thankfully his other eye had recovered and was back to it’s normal state, unfortunately this eye being recently wounded was still in it’s empty bleeding state. She knew his eye would recover back but it still freaked her out to be gazing into the Misdreavus’ empty eye socket.
Noticing his remaining eye twitch and slowly open she breathed a sigh of relief. She had made it in time.
Eros weakly stared up at Isis with a small smile, “We beat her…”
Isis felt tears coming to her eyes but quickly blinked them away, “I guess we did.” She then rubbed her eyes, “I…This stupid ash got into my eye.” she murmured as her body shook with a mixture of rage and relief, “Never do that again Eros! Ne-never again…ok? Please promise me you won’t do something so utterly insane like that again? It…No…just…No!” Isis had to stop herself from talking as she felt herself getting emotional.
Eros just giggled weakly, “Mission complete?” He asked Isis, glad she was alright.
Isis sniffled, “Ye-yeah you idiot. Mi-mission complete.” She then held up both of their badges.
(( Finished~ 6 pages without spaces according to works processor. 12,396 word count minus spaces. Two Oran berries were used and have been removed from their inventory! ))
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 8:01 pm
 ~Jack
A few days passed before a lone Lopunny of higher rank in the Sun Guild arrived at the room of Team Olympus having a request of the residents inside.
"Soon after your mission was completed we were able to safely investigate into the incident further. Those who we sent out weren't able to find a cause for the attacks but from what you've informed us of she was probably just the garden variety crazy b***h on a rampage. Errm, however, in what we believed to be her lodgings in a secluded area of the gardens we did find this egg. The poor thing couldn't just be left there and as a newly formed team we were hoping you'd take it in. I'd imagine from the looks of things it should only be a day or so before it hatches if you so choose to take in the offer. Of course there are also other rewards for your job well done too."
He spoke, in his outstretched hands a carefully wrapped egg along with 500PD and a Fly TM.
(No my choice of rewards totally aren't insinuating that I want a flying magical rainbow unicorn or anything...)
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 8:13 pm
Eros + Isis Eros smiled at the Lopunny and nodded, "Thank you very much~" He then levitated the items into the room, "A FLY TM! Woo!"
Isis quickly grabbed the TM and egg from Eros before the poor thing could be dropped, "Well...you can float so you don't need it." She said with a smirk.
Eros just scoffed, "Whatever.....Does this mean I'm a dad now?"
Isis just face-palmed.
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