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 Posted: Sat May 14, 2011 12:00 pm
Adra and Athemia were about half way through what Adra thought would be an excellent training session. She felt it would help Athemia when it came to their first real battle, and increase their bonding. There was a distance between them that Adra couldn't quite figure out. It was like Athemia was stand offish or something.
"Athemia, tackle attack." She watched as the little cyndaquil tackled a log. Was that one only halfheartedly? Maybe. Adra wanted to find a way to encourage her pokemon to train. She knelt down by Athemia, but didn't touch her. Previous experience had taught her the cyndaquil didn't like being touched. "C'mon Athemia, you can do better. I know you can. We need this practice so we can whoop the pants off any trainer that comes our way. You understand this don't you?"
Athemia eyed her trainer. "Cyn, cynda quil." She turned back to the log with determination. No pokemon crossing her path was safe. Adrasteia grinned and stood up. "Good! Now tackle again!" She watched as Athemia hit the log with enough force to rock it a little.
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2011 1:42 pm
"There, see, said we'd do something fun didn't I?" Aulus grinned as Tortie blinked at their surroundings, locking the door of the car he'd just climbed out of and putting the keys away in one pocket of his combat trousers. "C'mon," he beckoned to the patched Absol and shouldered hos bo staff, "let's go for a walk, eh?"
It was good to get away from base for a day, and more to the point from Claire. He had no intention of breaking off their friendship like Lucas had when he'd freaked out about caring too much for her, but a bit of time to clear his head was most welcome. Why did she have to be so damn attractive, and so sharp, and so intoxicantingly teasing? Women. Still, he wasn't here to think about her today, he was here to spend some time with his pokemon, mostly with Tortie. He had Char's pokeball in his pocket, but it wasn't the fire-type who felt neglected and needed fussing over. With his aim recalled, Aulus reached down to stroke Tortie's mane... and paused. 'Tackle again'. There was a trainer around here somewhere, and if they were working on tackle they were weak. Perhaps he could relieve them of their pokemon, that would make the day even better.
Grinning to himself, the scar-faced man changed course to head towards the voice. When he spotted the trainer and their pokemon, however, his smile vanished like the sun disappearing behind a cloud. A dark Cyndaquil. "Well, aren't you just a shining example of humanity," Aulus sneered as he drew closer, "that your first pokemon?" He didn't want the pokemon for himself anymore, far from it. The idea of owning a pokemon that had been corrupted by a dark ball made him sick, which he supposed was a bit pathetic given he was a member of Team Rocket. Maybe he wasn't cut out for the team after all. Maybe he should never have joined.
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2011 2:05 pm
Adrasteia turned quickly at the unexpected voice. She had thought they were alone there. A frown crossed her lips and crinkled her brow. "What the heck are you talking about? I'm training her, like any good trainer." She spotted the pretty absol and grinned. "You have pokemon. I challenge you to battle!" Enough of this pansy stuff, she wanted a real fight.
She stuck her nose up. "So what if she's my first? I'll get more, and fire types are the best." Adra was pleased that her first was a fire type, and let her pride show. She got a good look at him and blinked. He was large. Very large. Mentally she prepared herself. She'd come up against all types; couldn't let this one rattle her.
Athemia took one look at the absol and growled. She didn't like her. Not one bit.
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2011 2:29 pm
"I wasn't being contemptuous because you only have one," Aulus snapped, swishing his staff through the air and fixing the girl with a dark glare, "I was being contemptuous because of what you've done to it. You want to battle though? Fine, this shouldn't take too long. Tortie, give it a Bite attack." Where had this girl got a dark pokemon from? Was she associated somehow with Team Rocket? She looked like she might be just old enough to join, but then again she might be just too young. Anyway, he hadn't seen her around base, so she probably wasn't actually a member. Could she know somebody who'd given her a dark ball, or dark pokemon, or had she somehow got hold of one or the other in some other fashion? Well nevermind that for now, for now he had a battle to win.
Tortie wasted no time in carrying out her trainer's orders; letting out a savage snarl she leapt forward and sank her fangs into the small pokemon. Weak. Young. She would have liked more of a challenge, but she'd settle for thoroughly humiliating somebody who took that tone with her trainer.
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2011 2:38 pm
Adrasteia blinked at the swiftness he accepted her challenge and reacted. Shouldn't she have gone first since she had given him the challenge? Quickly she tried to counter, "Athemia, tackle!" Unfortunately it wasn't fast enough.
Athemia snarled. Before she could do anything the faster absol had come in and delivered the final bite. x_x She fell over and twitched a back leg. "Cynda...."
"Oh no! Athemia!" Adra realized now this trainer was way out of her league. She had no business taking him on. "Return now." She patted the dark ball. "I know you tried. That was my fault. I'll do better next time." Tucking her dark ball away she looked at him.
"Done? I haven't done anything to her. You're speaking nonsense." She dug in her pack for half her money. Furious with herself for wasting it. "Here, this is yours." Rules were rules, right? Respectfully she looked over his absol. "She's pretty and strong."
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2011 2:46 pm
People weren't usually so forthcoming but grunt pay wasn't exactly stellar and so Aulus pocket the money without quibble... Hu? Wait, had she said she hadn't done anything to it? "Yea, she is," Aulus nodded, "got her from a breeder couple of years ago... You really don't know what you did? Or maybe you didn't do anything. How did you get it, or her you said? Was she given to you, or did you catch her?"
As Tortie returned to his side and nudged his hip, Aulus reached down to stroke her thick soft mane. He couldn't imagine what she might be like if he'd put her in a dark ball rather than a normal pokeball when she hatched... Of course, he'd hardly even heard of the things back then; perhaps this girl didn't know what they were either. If she'd just happened upon a cool looking pokeball and not asked any questions about it... Well, he'd probably find out what had happened in a moment, unless she decided to be difficult about things.
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2011 2:55 pm
She nodded appreciatively. Some day maybe she'd try that. Not right now though. First she wanted to focus on getting Athemia stronger. She wanted to be stronger. So she wouldn't be the one getting whipped in a fight so easily, but the one doing the whipping. Adra re-shouldered her pack. With luck she wouldn't run into a pokemon and could let her rest.
"Yes, her; her name is Athemia. Like I said. I didn't do anything but catch her. Found the ball laying in some tall grasses, edge of town." She frowned to herself. The color change she still couldn't explain. It had bothered her until she decided to just shrug it off. Hadn't seemed to affect Athemia too much at the time.
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 4:56 am
"Oh son of a..." Who had been dumb enough to lose a dark ball for crying out loud? He could name a few people around him who might just be that thick and careless. Great. Thanks to whoever it was, the nasty technology had fallen into the hands of some ignorant girl who had then caught her very first pokemon in it.
Aulus heaved a heavy sigh and rubbed his face, looking down at Tortie for a few moments before looking back up at the girl. "That," he pointed to where she'd tucked the black and grey sphere, "is a dark ball. When you catch a pokemon in it, you get a dark pokemon. Not dark type dark... well, dark hearted I guess. It makes them aggressive, mistrustful, selfish, volatile... It's the kind of thing Team Rocket are known for using, them and other miscellaneous arseholes. There's no undoing it either. Once tainted like that the pokemon is changed forever." Poor little Cyndaquil. One minute minding its own business, next minute sucked into a prison that warped its mind and body, made it into a blackened mockery of what it had been before.
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 11:54 am
Adra was proud that she had caught her own pokemon, by herself. Not every trainer could say that. Admittedly she had found the ball used to catch it, but still, she had found it herself too. All the trainers that had come from her town had been given their first. She knew her and Athemia would be special because of that.
She blinked and touched the armband holding the precious dark ball. "Is that what it's call? I knew it looked like a pokeball, but I'd never seen one like it before." The girl pondered what he said for a moment. Maybe he would know; he appeared to know so much already. It couldn't hurt to ask. "Is that way she changed color when I caught her?"
She hadn't expected Athemia to be friendly right off, but thought with time and trust the little pokemon would grow to like her. Now, it seemed she might never become the loving fire pokemon she'd dreamed of. She set her jaw firmly. It didn't matter they were together. "She'll be my pokemon forever. She's my responsibility, and I turned her dark; I'll take care of her no matter what."
"How do you know so much about these balls? How could you know that Team Rocket uses them?" Maybe she was getting a bit nosey, but that didn't deter her from asking. He made it sound like they were real and very active. Her parents had kepted hushed about TR, and Adra had only heard whispers or tales told to frighten children. "Why do you keep your Tortie out? Shouldn't she have gone back into her ball?"
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Posted: Thu May 19, 2011 4:32 am
Hu. She was getting a bit nosey. Perhaps he shouldn't have said as much as he had, but his anger at seeing the Cyndaquil had got away with him. Well he'd just have to play it off he supposed, and failing that he'd beat her up, take her pokemon, and head on back to base. "Yea," Aulus nodded, "that's why; the colour change is just some kind of side effect... I assume anyway, I guess they might have designed them to do that to make the pokemon look more menacing or something. As to how I know," he shrugged his powerful shoulders, "there's been a bit of talk about them in certain areas of town - Campheron that is - since they crashed that big ball a while ago, it was all over the news. Anyway, like I say, while they're the most famed users of them dark balls do sometimes get out into the open market. Wouldn't be surprised if it's because they sell them, though maybe it's just that they're dumb enough to drop them and people pick them up and sell them." Whoever had lost the dark ball must be kicking themselves; the things didn't exactly grow on trees after all.
"Anyway, on a more pleasant note," the scarred man ruffled Tortie's mane, "she stays out because she's more than a tool to use in battle to me. She's my friend, and we were just going for a stroll together. She knows the battle's over though if that's what you're worried about, she'd not going to go for you or anything."
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Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2011 12:56 pm
"Huh." Adra tucked a hand into her pocket. "Maybe I guess. Athemia doesn't seem all that scary to me. Isn't it odd though? To be the only ball that changes pokemon." She looked up at the sky as it peaked between branches. I wonder if there are more. What kind of things would they do? How come they never teach us about this, stupid adults.
Oh it was more just talk. It was always just more talk. Adrasteia had a suspicioun, but she wasn't going to tell this man. He was suspicious himself. She felt there was something hiding. It would be illogical that so many rumors were floating around if the group wasn't real. The man had unwittingly given her a second clue; Team Rocket had actually crashed a ball, myths or rumors couldn't do that.
"Oh I wasn't worried about that. Just curious. You know how they always teach kids to put their pokemon away after a battle, blah blah blah." She grinned. "Nice to know we don't have to. Pleasure to meet you and your Tortie. Thanks for the battle." It still rankled, but she'd just have to get stronger. Adra went to pick up her pack.
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2011 5:49 am
"There are others that have effects, just none as obvious," Aulus said with a thoughtful frown. "Nothing else changes colour that I know of, but Luxury Balls and Friend Balls make pokemon more kindly disposed towards you. I don't know if they're actually more, uh, I guess comfortable to be in or if they have some kind of mind altering effect." He honestly felt a bit ashamed for not knowing more about pokeballs now he was talking about it. Oh sure he knew which ones were good for what but not how they worked, or what it was like to be inside one; all he knew was Tortie hated it.
“Anyway,” Aulus shrugged, “you’re welcome, and good luck with her... Just take good care of her, I’m sure she’ll warm up to you in the end. So far as I know dark pokemon aren’t incapable of affection they’re just... harder to get through to I guess.” If he was offered a dark pokemon what would he do about it? Would he accept it, and accept that it might never like him as much as an unaltered pokemon, or refuse and watch it go to somebody who might not make the effort? He liked to think he’d do the former, but he’d been doing a lot of not especially ‘good’ things recently.
"See you then," the scarred man nodded, giving Tortie a pat, "I'm sure you'll figure it all out in the end." He wasn't actually, but it was the sort of thing you were supposed to say and he didn't want to leave this girl with too bad an impression of him, she was looking at him kind of suspiciously. Maybe it was the scar. For once in his life he hoped it was.
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