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Melphaligal the Challama Crew
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 Posted: Tue Nov 19, 2013 11:40 am
"Your just jealous." Dante countered with a small smirk. "I mean everyone must look like royalty compared to what you have to look at in the mirror everyday." Date gladly accepted the extra drink as he watched with a raised eyebrow as Keegan downed his first. " It's who can drink the most not who can drink it faster." He offered but quickly disregarded his own statement as he finished his drink almost as quickly as Keegan had. If Dante noticed that the bartender was giving them annoyed looks he either didn't care or really didn't care, it wasn't like he should be here in the first place. "Sorry honey, but as much as I know it is your dream to run your fingers through my magnificent mane, I don't think I will be the one puking my guts up."
Keegans challenge had Dante giving him a skeptical look but he eyed the bulls-eye from his stool and then shrugged. In the back of his head a small little voice of reason was practically yelling at him that this was a bad idea. However like any other time he was around the redhead with anger management issues that voice was promptly shoved into a box and shoved into the bottom of the ocean. The two of them had a tendency of feeding off of each other and often times ignoring whatever small amount of good sense they both had. "How about I prove you wrong." Dante laughed and snatched the darts from Keegans hand. How hard could it be? He thought to himself as he fiddled with one in his hand and frowned as he sized up the dartboard, this could go either way, endless mocking for him or endless taunts and insults towards Keegan.
Taking careful aim Dante tossed the first dart and let the dart fly. "Ha! I hit it." Dante crooned. He had indeed hit the board. Not exactly the best hit but not the worst. Feeling a bit more confident in his so called skills at darts he took another drink before taking aim again. Of course nothing can go right for Dante and Keegan, especially when they happen to be together in the same room, Lady Luck always seemed to be gunning for both of them and things had gone to well and it seemed she had loaded up her bazooka.
The dart never made it to the board this time, instead a man cam running out of the bathroom and right into the line of fire just as Dante threw the dart. Instead of the board the dart connected to the mans arm. The large man let a loud howl of pain and started to stumble around knocking over several tables, hitting the waitress who was carrying around several glasses to other patrons and sending her careening into a table full of patrons and smashing into the table while spilling drinks all over them.
"Huh." Was all Dante said as he watched the mayhem his hand still raised up from when he had thrown the dart.
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Posted: Tue Nov 19, 2013 12:56 pm
Ben chuckled a little at the Piplup's efforts to gain his trainer's attention. While it may seem cute now, he was sure it got annoying to Kasiya after a while. "That's really neat," he said in response to the story of Nova's recent evolution, and the rivalry to the middle-stage grass type. "Though, wouldn't Nova have the clear advantage? Being a fire-type, and all," he voiced aloud, wondering who was on the upper hand of that rivalry. Tilting his head, he turned his attention back to Pikachu, who was horsing around with Shocker. "Hey buddy!" he called out, waving him over. "We've gotta keep going if we're gonna challenge Falkner again!" The electric mouse's cheeks sparked violently as his paws raised into fists, a determined gleam in his eyes at the mention of Falkner's name. He may be a fun-loving Pokemon, but he wasn't about to let a bird get the better of him. Zipping across the grass, he hoisted himself up onto Ben shoulder while he recalled his Pidgey into its pokeball. "Ready when you are," he said to Kasiya with a refreshed smile. He was feeling more confident already, knowing that he had a strong trainer's company.
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Posted: Tue Nov 19, 2013 9:37 pm
"Oh, it's not as cut-and-dried as you'd think," Kasiya said, grinning at the mention of the type-match-ups. "Pan - the Grovyle - actually almost won it. Keegan had him use a move called Grasswhistle to put her to sleep at the start of the match and she really took a pounding. Luckily she woke up when she did, and it wasn't much longer after that when she evolved." Kasiya smiled fondly at her Charmeleon, thinking back to what Mike had said about her next stage. She knew it was relatively far off, but she couldn't help but be excited to someday train a Charizard of her own. She'd always looked up to and respected Nitro, after all. "Come to think of it, if she didn't know how to use Flamethrower, I'm not sure we could have won that at all," the blonde added with a bit of a laugh. Nova struck a pose before she gave a sharp growl and blasted a Flamethrower at the sky, as though to emphasize her trainer's point. Not wanting to set the local greenery on fire by accident, Kasiya was quick to recall her, and did so with all of her Pokemon, save for Shocker and Alphonse, as the Raichu was currently having a little chitchat with the Piplup.
Shocker appeared to have the least amount of tolerance for the Piplup's childish behavior than anyone else, and the Raichu used her long tail to drag the shrieking water bird toward her. Kasiya watched with a somewhat amused expression as the elder Pokemon gave the younger one a stern talking to, accentuated by the occasional flare of sparks from her cheeks. Whatever it was seemed to work, at least for now, and Alphonse was silent, looking from the mouse Pokemon to his trainer and then back at Shocker again, who gave him a thumbs-up that was somewhat half-heartedly returned. Having had enough of her Pokemon's antics for now, Kasiya chose to recall them both, and she clipped the spheres onto her belt as she looked over at Ben, who appeared to be having a little psych-up session with his own Pokemon. "All right, Violet City, here we come!"
((If you wanted we could always just fast-forward to having them arrive in Violet, unless there was something else you wanted to do along the way. ^_^ ))
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Posted: Thu Nov 21, 2013 6:24 am
Riza closed her eyes and sighed when she saw the Vileplume finally fall, though she immediately realized that she didn't feel the same sense of excitement over having just won her third gym badge as she did the first two. Yula bowed her head respectfully toward her fallen opponent before teleporting back to Riza's side, having sensed the gloomy aura her trainer was now emitting. The raven haired girl accepted her winnings quietly, nodding at the girl as she noticed the lovely kimono she was wearing, as well. 'Must be a gym theme or something,' she thought as she looked over at Erika. "Thank you," she said, returning the gym leader's bow. "It was a pleasure to battle with you, too." She nodded as Erika then mentioned the TM, and she looked at the green disc, and then to her Snivy, as well. She'd only glanced at Selena's future moves a few times and she was sure she saw Giga Drain on there, but it wasn't likely that she'd learn it any time soon so without hesitation, Riza took the green disc out of its case, knelt down and pressed it to Selena's forehead. The Snivy's eyes went wide at first but then they closed, and slowly her expression shifted to a little smirk as the knowledge of the move sunk in. Both she and Riza knew their match against Brock would go a lot more smoothly now.
After politely excusing herself, Riza, Selena and Yula slowly began to make their way toward the exit of the gym, but the heat was still bothering Riza so she recalled the Snivy into her poke ball. "Yula, do you think you can teleport us back to the pokecenter?" she asked quietly. "I can't handle being in here another minute." The Gardevoir nodded and she paced her 'hands' on Riza's shoulders. The raven haired girl closed her eyes and she felt as though she were being pulled from all sides. She knew they had arrived safely when the stifling heat of the gym was suddenly gone, and when Riza opened her eyes, she and her Gardevoir were positioned about twenty feet away from the front doors. A few people were staring at them but Riza couldn't care less as she was too busy thinking about how different Yula's teleportation ability was now that she was fully evolved. As a Ralts, even the shortest trips had tired her out, which she thought was a testament to just how strong she'd become.
Riza thanked Yula and returned her to her poke ball before walking quickly into the poke center. She sighed with relief as the cool air washed over her and she quickly handed over her whole party for treatment even though some of them hadn't even seen battle. While she waited for them to get healed she headed to the bathroom to freshen up, as that gym experience had left her feeling sweltering and somewhat weak.
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'Maybe he has an imaginary friend,' Brock thought as he watched his Geodude's attack rip open the ground and deal significant damage to the young Litwick. It was about the only logical explanation that the gym leader could think of, aside from the boy just being flat out nuts. He had to give the little Pokemon credit though, it was certainly putting up a good fight. The challenger called for an Astonish, and Brock was quick to choose his next attack, as well. "While it's close, Geodude! Rock Tomb!"
The little candle shaped ghost certainly looked quite frightening and the rock-type Geodude felt a painful chill shudder through its sturdy body. Shaking it off, the rock Pokemon reared back a fist and slammed it on the ground, sending sharp rock spikes jutting out in a cage like formation, though the intent here was to cause damage and not to trap.
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thunderbolts_and_sunshine
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Posted: Thu Nov 21, 2013 7:15 am
Riza felt significantly better after splashing some cool water on her face and touching up her makeup, and she smoothed out her dark hair as she looked at herself in the mirror. She couldn't help but notice how sad her eyes looked and she sighed and looked away from her reflection, taking a few moments to calm herself as her heart had begun to pound and she'd started to feel flush again. She put away the few items she'd used and headed back out to the lobby. Her Pokemon weren't ready yet, but then again the pokecenter was rather busy right now so she walked over to the waiting area and sat down on one of the couches, resting her elbow on the arm of it and her head in her palm. Her thoughts kept drifting back to Shiro and where they had taken him, and though she did know it was for the best and they would help him, she couldn't help but miss him terribly.
She must have dozed off like that because the next thing she knew, Riza felt a hand on her shoulder and she jumped up defensively. "What do you want?" she snapped, finding herself looking into the blue eyes of a girl with dark, purple hair, a pair of goggles resting on her head. The girl looked a bit nervous, and Riza sighed, sitting up straight as she once again tried to calm herself down. "Sorry, you just startled me, is all. Is there something you wanted?"
The girl relaxed a bit, and smiled. "The nurse asked me to give these to you," she said, holding out the tray that contained Riza's six Pokemon. "She's a bit swamped right now and you were so out of it, that you didn't even hear her calling you. Riza, is it?"
"Thanks," Riza answered, accepting her Pokemon. "Yeah, that's me. And you are...?" she asked as she stood up and placed each sphere back into their proper places on her belt.
"Oh, how silly of me! My name's Eva! Nice to meet you, Riza," she said, holding out her hand for Riza to shake.
"Yeah, same," Riza answered dully, looking at the girl's hand but she did not shake it. She also got the feeling that this girl wasn't going away so easily, and she now noticed that Eva wore what looked like a pilot's jacket and snug-fitting beige jeans. She also wore high topped boots and while Riza would probably never wear such an ensemble, she couldn't help but think that this girl actually pulled it off. "So....what brings you to uh," she gestured around them. "Here?"
"Celadon?" the girl giggled. "Nothing, really. I'd just stopped to give my Pokemon a bit of a rest. I'm from Hoenn and we've been flying for a really long time."
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Posted: Fri Nov 22, 2013 4:19 pm
"Hoenn, huh?" Riza repeated, still not overly interested in this girl's life story even when she plunked herself right down on the couch beside her. "And you're not here for any particular reason?"
"Yep! Fortree City, to be exact!" Eva replied cheerfully. "Well, not a particular reason, no, but I am traveling the world so that I can learn all that I can about flying-type Pokemon. I'm training to become a flying-type Pokemon master, just like Winona!"
"Winona?" Riza asked, only the tiniest bit intrigued. "Who's Winona?"
Eva scoffed loudly. "Only like, the coolest gym leader in the whole world! She runs the gym in Fortree City and I want to be just like her! Bet you can't guess what type she uses!"
Riza raised an eyebrow. "Flying-types?" she asked blankly.
"Flying-types!" Eva practically squealed, ignoring the raven haired girl's answer.
Riza winced a little from the harsh sound. "You're right, I never would have guessed that," she said sarcastically but Eva wasn't listening.
"Winona has the coolest flying-types too! She's got this super cool Tropius and a beautiful Altaria and her Skarmory is such a badass! You'd have to see it to believe it!"
"Oh, I believe it," Riza said, resting her chin in her palm. 'Talk about hero worship,' she thought, though the girl's enthusiasm was kind of sweet.
"I'm hoping to join the gym someday, but first I want to capture a ton of different flying-types," Eva continued. "Are you from Kanto, Riza? Do you know where I can find awesome and rare flying-types?"
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thunderbolts_and_sunshine
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thunderbolts_and_sunshine
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Posted: Sat Nov 23, 2013 8:38 am
Riza shrugged. "I'm from Johto, actually, but many of the flying-types you can find here, you can find there," she said. "Others are a bit rarer, though. My brother says that you can occasionally find wild Skarmory and Gligar on the route south of our hometown, as they like the rocky terrain or something like that."
"Really? That's good to know," Eva said, nodding. "I'll have to remember that." She took a small notepad out of her pocket along with a pencil and started scribbling something. "What town did you say you were from?" she asked without looking up from her writing.
"I didn't, actually," Riza said with a bit of a smile. "But it's Blackthorn City." A bit of a sad look overcame her as she thought of her hometown and she realized she hadn't been back since she'd left. If of course by left, you meant ran away, because that was more or less what she did. And aside from a few texts to her parents to let them know she wasn't dead and whatever goody-two-shoes Jaden had told them, they hadn't heard much from her either. 'I should go home at some point,' she thought, subconsciously checking her phone for new messages, but of course there were none. 'At least explain to my parents why I ran away in the first place.'
"Are you okay Riza? You look kinda sad," Eva said, having tucked away her little notebook.
"I'm fine," Riza lied. "Just a bit homesick is all. Thinking of going home for a visit soon."
"Visits are always good!" Eva nodded. "I've only been away from home for a few days now but I'm a bit homesick too." She looked thoughtful for a moment and then smiled. "How about we take our minds off it with a battle? I can show you my awesome flying-types and if you have any, you can show them to me, too!"
"But I don't-" Riza started, but then she remembered Plua, her very grumpy Fearow and Pet Shop, Crenu's golden Fearow with a superiority complex. She also recalled how the latter had tried to attack her and decided that the best place for him was in the box. "Okay, that sounds fine," she said, standing up and smiling at Eva. "But you'll have to give me a few moments to get ready, okay?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 23, 2013 5:07 pm
Eva headed outside to secure them a place to battle while Riza logged in to the Pokemon Storage System where she took much longer than she liked to decide what Pokemon to swap out for the cranky Fearow. She eventually decided on putting her Crawdaunt into storage, as Diemia didn't have any reliable ranged attacks other than Bubblebeam and Swift, but they were far from being her most powerful, and she was eager to keep training with Eris, Faustus and Selena especially. She'd already made the mental decision to not remove Akima or Yula from her party, as she was sure she'd always need those two in the top two slots for back up. She considered bringing out a few of Crenu's Pokemon, but the instant ache in her heart caused by those thoughts made her reconsider and she silently promised to give them (or those who wouldn't try to take her head off) a chance when she felt a little more able to deal with these feelings.
After she'd logged out Riza juggled the spheres on her belt around somewhat before finding herself to be happy with her lineup. She took a deep breath before she headed outside, looking around to see where her new acquaintance had gotten too. A screech above her caught her attention and she looked up to see a large, greyish bird Pokemon looking down at her. It had sharp looking talons and strong wings, and Riza pulled out her pokedex, fairly certain that it belonged to Eva. 'Staraptor, the Predator Pokemon,' she read. 'It has a savage nature and will courageously challenge foes that are much larger. It won't stop attacking, even if it is injured. They are known to fuss over the shape of their combs.' Closing the device, she looked up at the flying-type again, certain that this Pokemon was from another region, possibly Sinnoh or maybe even this Unova place she'd heard about.
Staraptor had her attention though and it nodded its head, indicating that it wanted Riza to follow it. Despite thinking that it wasn't fair that the Pokemon could fly and she could not Riza did, though Staraptor appeared to have been trained well as it was careful to stay within her sight. The little adventure didn't last too long and soon Riza spotted the girl with the dark purple hair and the goggles on her head, waving excitedly. Riza returned her wave, though her enthusiasm quickly waned when she realized that Eva had chosen the fountain plaza outside of the Celadon Department Store. A chill coursed through the raven haired girl's body as yesterday's events replayed in her mind. 'Why did she have to choose here?' Riza thought, retaining her composure, at least on the outside. 'A big city like Celadon and she has to go here. Figures.'
Oblivious to Riza's inner unease, Eva kept on waving until the two were within speaking distance. "Hi again!" she giggled. "So I was thinking we could do 3 on 3. Or 2 on 2. Whatever you want, really!"
"I'm sorry to disappoint you but I only have one flying-type," Riza said, toying with Plua's poke ball. "But 3 on 3 is okay with me." She decided then to forget about where they were battling and focus on winning instead, as she knew Crenu would have something to say about it if she let her feelings get in the way of her battling skills. She threw the sphere and the cranky fearow appeared in a flash of light, squawking angrily.
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thunderbolts_and_sunshine
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Posted: Sun Nov 24, 2013 12:10 pm
Slightly unsure of what he should be doing, Damien rummaged through his own bag, pretending to be looking for something. He glanced over at Karrigan as she seemed quite adamant about this going-to-bed thing and he watched her with a blank expression until she turned out a few things, noting that her pajamas were snowflake-patterned. He wanted to ask her if she realized that it was July and the middle of summer but decided against it and simply acknowledged her leaving with, well, nothing. With the redhead now gone, albeit temporarily, he dropped his facade of getting ready for bed and sat down on the edge of it, staring blankly at the floor by his feet. Why was he even in Unova? Because some stupid gut feeling had told him to get on a boat and go? He sighed and closed his eyes, once again massaging his temples as the noise in his head seemed to grow louder. His grandmother had always told him that tuning in and out of the noise would come with both time and practice, though he had yet to make any sort of breakthroughs on that. He opened his eyes and focused on a small imperfection on the baseboards of the wall, trying to pretend that the spirit world wasn't having an enormous party in his head and he was the keg.
Damien was so focused on not focusing on the spiritual energy around him that he did not hear when both Gastly and Drowzee released themselves from their PokeBalls, the former hovering dangerously close to engulfing his trainer's head while the Psychic-type stood quietly nearby, scoping out the scene. "I think Penny would really like Karrigan," the Ghost-type said, causing Damien to jump. "You should bring her home some time."
"Don't you two know that Pokemon are supposed to stay in their PokeBalls until the trainer - that's me, in case you hadn't noticed - calls you out?" he grumbled, adjusting his glasses.
Gastly exchanged a look with Drowzee, who shrugged in reply. "What's your point?" he asked, causing Damien to groan. Ignoring his trainer's annoyance, Gastly floated around him in a slow circle. "Tell me, Damien, are you actually going to try and sleep tonight?" he asked.
Damien opened his mouth to bark "NO" at the irritating Ghost-type, but just then, a pajama-clad Karrigan reentered the room. Damien almost didn't recognize her without her hair being in that tight ponytail. "...Goodnight," he said quietly, watching her crawl under the covers, her sassy little Vulpix making an appearance and curling up as well.
"See? Amber gets it. And stop staring; you look like some sort of creeper-pervert," Gastly said smugly, but Damien's glare stopped him from making any further comments on the matter. "So, about this sleeping thing-"
"Not going to happen," Damien said dully, tapping his head with a finger. "The spirit world is far too active tonight."
Another glance was passed between Gastly and Drowzee. "You know, dear Trainer, we can help you with that," the Ghost-type said, waggling his eyebrows. Or rather, he would waggle them if he had any.
"No thanks," Damien said dismissively. "Whenever you use Hypnosis on me, I always wake up feeling funny the next morning. And I think Drowzee's been eating my dreams," he added, pointing at the Psychic-type, who then threw her arms up in fake shock at the accusation.
"Clearly you're imagining things," Gastly said, rolling his large eyes. "Besides, you could use a good-night's sleep for once, Damien. Trust me..." The Ghost-type drifted closer to his trainer, eyes now shining with a hypnotic aura.
"Trusting you is like trusting... something... very... untrustworthy..." Damien mumbled, finding it hard to look away from Gastly. He closed his eyes, and shook his head, clearing the fog that had started to build up. "No way, I'm not falling for that, Gastly. Not this time."
Gastly gave a great, fake sigh. "All right, the hard way, then. Drowzee?" Both human and Ghost-type looked over at the Hypnosis Pokemon as she rose up off the floor, her hands moving back and forth in a rhythmic pattern as they started to glow.
"Don't even think about it!" Damien growled, attempting to keep his voice low so he didn't awaken Karrigan. "I'm going for a walk."
"No, you're not," said Gastly in a sing-song voice, sounding far too happy for Damien's liking.
As the dark-haired youth rose up off the bed, he was forcibly thrown back onto it by the psychic powers of his Drowzee. Try as he might, Damien couldn't get up, and he glared daggers at his Pokemon, though it wasn't like it would do anything. Drowzee remained silent as she continually moved her arms, the full-force of her Confusion keeping Damien restrained. She nodded to Gastly, who floated a foot above his trainer's head, grinning devilishly. "This is mutiny," Damien grumbled, refusing to admit that he knew he was beat.
"Think of it as the Pokemon training the Trainer," Gastly replied cutely, and once again his eyes began to glimmer. Helpless to fight back, Damien quickly succumbed to the Ghost-type's Hypnosis, and once their trainer was out, the two Pokemon relaxed. After a few moments of listening to Damien's quiet snores, Gastly turned to Drowzee. "All right, I'll take the first shift."
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Posted: Mon Nov 25, 2013 10:14 am
"Beedrill use Fury Attack!" Cried the bug catcher as once again Beedrill zoomed towards Mateus with his stingers raised to deliver a fury of blows. It would have worked too, if not for the fact Mateus had confusion and Beedrill's typing made it weak to the attack. So it glowed for a moment, struggled and was then slammed into the ground three times then let go as it slumped down knocked out from the battle. "Beedrill no!"
Kressen gave a cheer and recalled Mateus. "Good work Mateus! Alright that was a good match eh?" The bug catcher had a fire in his eyes because he still had one pokemon left. "Not just yet! I still have my trump card. Go Pinsir!" The terrifying bug type came out with a mighty cry and clacked it's pincers together menacingly. "Ahh, okay then. Let's do it. Go Gigas!" The charmander came out ready to do battle, but flinched at how big his opponent was.
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Posted: Mon Nov 25, 2013 7:30 pm
Keegan had scowled at Dante's remark about his appearance, and feeling the need to validate himself he looked at his reflection in the mirror behind the bar as the auburn-haired "princess" had decided that he could chug a beer just as well as Keegan could. The redhead stared at himself for a moment or two, wondering if he really looked that bad. Sure, he was still covered in fading bruises and partially-healed cuts, but the looks-decent wagon hadn't totally passed him by. As per the norm, he decided that he didn't care what others thought of his appearance, and he scoffed and motioned for the bartender to give him another, which the latter did somewhat reluctantly, and Keegan turned back to Dante as he fiddled with the dart in his hand.
"You know, feelin' them up first don't make 'em fly any better," he said, doing his best to psych out Dante as he took aim and threw his first dart, which impressively enough, hit the board. "Oh, you hit it all right," he chortled. "But sissy shots like that ain't gonna win you the game." He leaned back on his heels and had another drink, a pleasant, tingly buzz already coursing through him. He snickered loudly as Dante raised his arm to make his next throw, more than certain he was going to enjoy taunting the hell out of him through all of this. What happened next, however, was a complete and total testament to how everything around these two always lead to trouble, and Keegan felt as though he were watching in slow motion as Dante's poorly-thrown dart sailed through the air and into the arm of a man that had the unpleasant misfortune to stumble right into the projectile's path. The redhead hooted with laughter as the man started a comedic-domino effect that seemed to travel around a good portion of the bar, leaving virtually only Dante and Keegan standing there, unscathed in the wake of spilled drinks and shattered glass.
"Nice throwing, Princess," Keegan managed between snorts of laughter, and he grabbed one of the darts back from Dante and chucked it at the board without even aiming. He wouldn't get a chance to see where it landed, however, as it turned out that the guy with the dart in his arm didn't find this whole situation to be as funny as Keegan did.
"Who threw that?" he shouted, glaring harshly at everyone, and it was easy to see that he was significantly more inebriated than many of the other patrons of the bar combined. "Who stuck me with that dart?" Naturally, his gaze came to land on our two favourite idiots, and Keegan, sensing a golden opportunity to score some payback, quickly pointed at Dante. The man's face contorted into an angry, hateful look and in only a few strides, he'd crossed the beer-soaked floor and was now standing in front of Dante, glaring down at the long-haired youth with nothing less than murderous intent in his eyes. "So you think you're pretty funny, huh?" he snarled between clenched teeth.
"Nah, he just thinks he's pretty," Keegan answered smartly, once again sipping his beer, but his comment went unnoticed by the man as he was too busy grinding his fist into his palm to care about the redhead.
"Well guess what, pretty boy? I think you're dead!" he growled. Okay, perhaps Keegan's comment hadn't gone unheard after all. The man reared back his (dart-free) arm to take a swing at Dante. As much as Keegan loved getting Dante in trouble, he wasn't about to let his friend get punched in the face for what was nothing more than a freak accident, even if he'd never admit it aloud, and for a million bucks, at that. He stepped forward and raised his arm, blocking the punch and using the drunken man's momentum against him to turn him away and he stumbled into the bar, a bit dizzy from the sudden movements.
"Sorry pal, but nobody lays a hand on the Princess but me," he said, shaking his arm a bit and suspecting that the liquid courage (though one might argue it was actually liquid idiocy) he'd ingested had helped to numb the pain from the blow. He was feeling pretty good about his witty comeback, at least until the silence that filled the bar afterward alerted him to just how wrong that had come out and his face started to redden from a mixture of embarrassment and, of course, the alcohol. "Shut up, you know what I meant!"
"How about you shut up and deal with this, you little punk?" the drunk man shouted, grabbing an empty from the counter and hurling it, with surprisingly good aim for such an intoxicated person, at Keegan's face. Keegan had exactly enough reaction time to give a yelp and duck, and he could swear he felt the bottle graze the hairs on the top of his head as it barely missed him, flew through the air and shattered against the wall, and next to a rather surprised and angry-looking bald man sporting a helluva lot of steel spikes and leather.
From there, the real chaos started as that one little incident quickly escalated into a full-blown bar brawl, and soon more bottles, fists and bodies were being thrown all over the place. Sensing that this was no longer the place for them, Keegan downed the rest of his beer and grabbed Dante by the arm and the two began to duck and weave their way out of the pandemonium caused by Dante's single, errant throw. "C'mon, your Majesty; we're leaving now," he grumbled, and though the two combined usually had the absolutely worst luck in the history of unlucky bastards, they managed to escape out onto the street untouched, save for a few pieces of glass which Keegan brushed from his hair and jacket. "Okay, so that was... a thing. Where to now, Princess?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 25, 2013 9:14 pm
Still somewhat stunned at what had just happened Dante only stood there with wide eyes and listened as Keegan sold him under. That dirty little b*****d. Was all he could think as a small, and very manly, whimper escaped his throat as the man raised his fist up to pretty much squash him. Thank whatever shred of decency Keegan had left in him to actually save the auburn haired teen from his own antics. He didn't even register Keegan's comment at the moment all to happy to not say anything or tease him to avoid getting punched in the face. The two unlucky or lucky, depending on which moment it was, and if the gods of luck decided to take pity on them. After that well, hi-jinks ensued and wouldn't you know it they had started a bar brawl somehow, odd how these things seemed to happen around them. Still Keegan managed to do some quick thinking and dragged him out this time into the clean air of the streets.
It took a moment but finally Dante managed to recover himself, and of course that meant snappy comebacks were a-go. "Oh my Hero~" Dante crooned as he fake swooned over onto Keegan's shoulder. "Dahling! How can ah evah thank yah." He did his best impression of his mothers somewhat thick southern accent as he batted his lashes teasingly at the other. Still leaning on Keegan his arm over his shoulder he swung the two of them around and pointed them at their next destination. "Karaoke" He sang as he steered them into the next bar, only this one had horrible singing.
As they walked through the door, Dante forcing Keegan in with him as he was sure the redhead would put up some token resistance, a brilliant (read that as poor life choices) idea came into his head. The bar was brightly lit and the small stage had some mopey middle-aged woman singing some song and crying about how much it meant to her. Holding back a grin Dante forced the redhead into a seat at their own table. "Drinks are on me my wonderful hero for saving me from those horrible brutes!" He laughed and headed over to the bar. Time now to implement his wonderful (still read bad idea) plan.
Putting on his best somewhat anxious but still oh so good friend look he approached the nice looking bartender at the bar. "Ah could I have a few shots of, oh I don't know whatever the strongest thing you have delivered to that table over there." He pointed over to the table that he had sat Keegan at.
"Of course." The this time nice bartender who clearly worked for her tips said with a smile.
Casting her a carefully faked curious and somewhat nervous look Dante finally asked her with just the right lit to his voice, he was really becoming a good actor these days. "Ah do you think you could do me a favor?" The bartender raised an eyebrow at him but continued to listen to him so Dante plowed right now. "You see it's my friends first night out of the closet. I wanted to take him out to show him a good time but he has some self confidence issues, got teased a lot as a kid I heard, anyway I was wondering if you could send a few guys his way? It might make his night a little better. They don't have to do anything just, kinda talk to him and maybe let him get a bit of confidence." He gave her sheepish look just like a supportive friend would who just asked something very embarrassing of a stranger.
As Dante laid out the sap the bartender seemed to take pity on him and her gaze softened as she looked over at Keegan and then back to Dante. "You are such a good friend. Of course, I know a few guys who would love to hit on a cutie like him. Let me just give them a call, can't promise they won't try to do more though." She winked at him. "I will send those drinks over in just a few moments. Be careful though you might start to get jealous, don't let him slip you by!" She offered as Dante paid for her to keep the drinks coming, the auburn haired teen just gave her a weird look and frowned slightly at that.
"Ah thanks, we aren't together like that." He felt he had to add that last little bit, seriously they couldn't escape people thinking they were a couple could they, couldn't two guys just be friends these days? Shaking his head he ignored the wink she sent him and went back to the table. Plopping back down in his seat he untied his scarf, it was a bit hot in here and gave Keegan a sharp grin. "Shots sound good? Because if they don't then I will take them all."
By now a skinny beanpole of a man had taken a stage and was stumbling his way through a hardcore rap song, something about popping caps in peoples butts or something. "Heh, I dare you to sing." Dante offered knowing Keegan wouldn't go up but it would make him suspicious if he didn't try something. Before Keegan could even respond the bartender sent over Dante's aid in payback and making Keegan look like an idiot.
Two well dressed men came up and giving Dante a subtle thumbs up, one of them leaned over and effectively somewhat trapped Keegan in his seat. "Hey there cutie. I haven't seen you around here lately, mind having a drink with me?"
"Oh no you don't, I saw him first, you can just sit to the side, Mr. Handsome over here is going to be spending then night by my side." The other said pushing the other over somewhat and taking the other's spot.
"He likes to be called Hero, he saved me earlier tonight from a bar brawl. So heroic." Dante pipped in shooting Keegan a smug grin before leaning back into the chair to enjoy the show, and that wasn't the horrible singing.
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Melphaligal the Challama Crew
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Posted: Tue Nov 26, 2013 11:33 am
When the pair had once again reached Violet City, Ben could feel his confidence ebbing slightly. Was he really ready to do this again? Maybe watching Kasiya's match with Falkner would let him find out the Bird Trainer's weak points. He had to keep a level head, or he'd have no shot. Giving his companion a shaky sideways glance, he laughed nervously. She still seemed confident as ever. "There's a training spot just to the south once we get further in. Oh, and this weird place called the Sprout Tower..." He pointed toward the creaky tower on the other side of the lake. ".. Sometimes, Ghost Pokemon appear there. But other than that, you get to fight a bunch of monks, and the Elder at the top gives you a Hidden Move to teach to your Pokemon." He felt like since he'd been here before, it was his job to tell her these things. He wouldn't want her to miss out on any training opportunities. And maybe seeing her train would give him some new ideas on how he could make his team stronger.
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Posted: Fri Dec 06, 2013 6:56 am
'This always looks so much easier on TV,' Jasper thought as he watched his Park Ball sail through the air before bonking Venonat on the head, and he resisted the urge to cheer as this time his aim had been true. The fluffy purple insect was then sucked into the sphere before it plus Pokemon clattered to the ground. Jasper was definitely expecting some sort of resistance, but the ball pretty much just sat there, the red light in its center blinking steadily. "Maybe...?" the boy murmured, somehow knowing that it couldn't be that easy, and he would be right on the money- a split second later, the Park Ball seemed to come into a life of its own and it sprang up, the sphere bursting open and the indifferent Venonat reappeared in the grass, antennae twitching ever so slightly.
"Croconaw, Water Gun," Jasper commanded, attempting to throw some authority into his voice, but as he turned to look at the water type in question, he realized that he really was going to have to do this on his own, for the gator was currently chewing on a large stick she happened to find laying on the ground nearby. "I really do have to do everything myself. Shoulda brought Ditto," he sighed, looking back at the Venonat, and wondering why the thing hadn't just run away yet - it wasn't like it hadn't had ample time to do so or anything. Regardless, the bug type was far too energetic to even think about staying in the ball right now, and since Croconaw was currently about as useful as teats on a Tauros, Jasper had to think of a backup plan.
The youth spotted a small rock - a pebble, really - lying on the ground and he smirked, snatching it up in his eager hand. "Okay, Ven-o-nat, enjoy your last few moments of freedom," he said, suddenly being stricken with the feeling that he'd heard that line before somewhere. Once again he took careful aim and he threw the rock at the Insect Pokemon - not hard, mind you; his aim was to weaken the thing, not kill it- and he watched with satisfaction as it flew through the air, looking as though it was going to smack the bug type right between the eyes.
Or at least, that's what should have happened. The Venonat apparently wasn't a huge fan of having rocks thrown at it, and once again its eyes shone with a sinister glow. The rock stopped in mid-air, about a foot from its intended target and was promptly sent on a return-course to Jasper. Clearly lacking psychic powers of his own, and possibly even some sort of common-sense gene to boot, the bandanna-clad youth could only watch, green eyes wide as the very rock he'd just thrown came back and struck him square between the eyes instead.
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"That was anticlimactic, wasn't it?"
Cynder the Charmeleon gave an indignant snort as he and his bubbly trainer stepped out of the darkness of Diglett's Cave and out into the sunlight of... wherever on Arceus' green earth they were now. All in all the trek had been more tedious than anything else, as other than the countless Diglett trails, they did not encounter a single one of the elusive Mole Pokemon. At some point, Hayley had finally remembered battling against one in Brock's gym, and she'd very much wanted to catch one for herself. Perhaps it was for the best, however, as she already had a rather diverse group of Pokemon on her team.
"Oh, it's Route 11," the brunette sad flatly, having turned right and nearly run smack into a sign cleverly posted just outside of the cavern. After some shuffling and rummaging she came up with her Town Map from her backpack and she had a quick look as it did not take long for her to pinpoint both entrances to Diglett's Cave. "Sooooo.... we're here. And we wanna go... uh... here? No... there. Wait. Cynder, where were we going again?"
The Charmeleon stared blankly at his trainer, as naturally, he didn't have an answer for her. While the fire type liked to think that he had several skills, none of them included navigation, map-reading or even basic direction-sense. All he knew was that she wanted to go somewhere, and that he had to go with her to protect her from both herself and the big, bad, scary world. Cynder raised his snout and sniffed at the air a few times - maybe it was just him, but it seemed a little... salty? The fire type tugged on the hem of his trainer's shirt and pointed in the direction of the salty smell.
"Hmmm?" the brunette hummed, looking up from her now-upside down map and in the direction her Pokemon was indicating. "Oh, that way's... um... Vermilion City, yeah! I guess that's the way we should go, then." The cheerful girl carefully folded her map before placing it back in her bag (though to Cynder, it was twenty five infuriating minutes of Hayley fiddling with a stupid piece of paper that looked more and more flammable by the second) and just like that, the pair were heading toward Vermilion City.
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Posted: Fri Dec 20, 2013 10:30 pm
Keegan couldn't help but notice that the world seemed to be a bit tilted and slightly wobbly, and he sighed, carefully picking over his clothing and hair a second time for any errant shards of glass that might remain. "You can thank me by getting the hell off me," he grumbled, trying to shrug off Dante's hold, but found himself unable to as the auburn-haired boy spun them both around. "What... no," he said flatly, glaring at the flashy neon sign as though it had personally offended him. For whatever reason (read: the alcohol), he offered little resistance as Dante marched them forward; Keegan giving little whines of protest every few steps. Those increased in volume, as did his defiance, as they got closer to the establishment. "Really...? C'mon, this is so stupid. We're not really going in here, are we?" the redhead grumbled, but soon enough, their poor-decision-making train had made its next stop and the two made their way into the brightly-lit karaoke bar.
"Oh, god. Help me," Keegan murmured, blinking under the glare of the harsh lights. He looked around a few times, both to scope out the surroundings and to seek out some sort of escape route, but the latter didn't seem to exist without setting off a chain-reaction of fire alarms, and he quickly noticed that they were most likely the youngest pair in the place. "Just great," he sighed, fishing out a few measly coins to pay the cover charge and watching with disinterest as his wrist was stamped. He openly frowned at the middle-aged woman singing her heart out on the small and unimpressive stage as Dante found them a table and shoved him into a chair. "Whatever," he said, voice somewhat strained as he had to visibly work to keep himself from tumbling to the floor, and as he righted himself, a second thought came to mind. "Better not be the cheap stuff!" he shouted at Dante's retreating back, earning a few glares from several of the other patrons around him.
In the back of his mind, he knew he should be suspicious of Dante's offer but he chose not to question it, instead pulling his PokeNav out of his pocket as he was sure he'd heard it chirping at him as they'd entered this godforsaken place. The latest message was from his mother, naturally and he didn't bother to even read it. He'd flipped it closed only after he realized he also had a new picture message from Sasha, and he smirked as he recalled the last 'gift' she had left him. He gave an audible "aw" of disappointment when he saw that this photo of the pink-haired temptress showed her sporting a lot more fabric in what looked like something a movie star would wear at a premiere, but he was still grinning as he typed out his response.
Nice but i like the frist one bette.r
He was blissfully unaware of his alcohol-induced typos as he hit send, but as the screen on the 'Nav dimmed, he frowned, rethinking his previous answer. He still couldn't really put a label on what kind of relationship or whatever it was that he had going on with Sasha, but something about this second picture got to him. He wasn't sure what it was, but he was hit with a slight pang - what was that, guilt ? - and he tapped out a second message, albeit a little more carefully this time as he figured she deserved something a little less brusque.
Just kidding. You're absolutely stunning. Nobody could rock that dress harder than you, beret and all. Hope the shoot went well, as it's pretty late now and I'm sure you're already done. Goodnight or whatever.
He felt a little awkward as his PokeNav notified him that this message had been successfully sent and he frowned. What was he even doing? She was only playing with him - that much he was sure of. He was still muttering to himself as he jammed the device into his jeans pocket, looking up with perfect timing as Dante had returned, empty handed. "I see no such shots," he stated flatly, casting a semi-judgmental look in the new singer's direction. Dante's new challenge caused him to chuckle a bit, but before he could give a proper answer, they had been joined by two young men, probably a little older than Keegan was. "Uh, what?" was all he could manage at first, looking back and forth between the two squabbling guys for a few seconds before hearing Dante speak up. The smug smirk he was wearing was enough to clue the redhead in to what was happening. Dante, you sonova b***h, you didn't, he thought, a small flare of panic rising up in his chest as he was momentarily too caught off-guard to properly react. The second man slid into the seat next to Keegan, causing the redhead to shuffle over a bit in return. You did, oh you ******** did! a*****e! He was vaguely aware of words being exchanged between their new "friends" and Keegan gave a heavy sigh and pretended to stretch, in fact planting a solid kick to Dante's leg under the table - there, now he'd have a bruised shin to go with his bruised arm.
"What's wrong, Mr. Hero?" the man not-sitting next to him said in a smooth, cool voice. "You don't have to be afraid of little 'ole me. I won't bite. That is, unless you want me to," he added with a wink. All Keegan could reply with was a nervous chuckle.
"Back off, Travis," the man next to him said. "I saw him first, he's mine. You can have the girly-looking one over there," he added, gesturing to Dante.
"He likes to be called Princess," Keegan spoke up, relieved to discover that his voice had not actually run off and joined the circus. "You know, because of his beautiful, flowing princess hair." He decided right then and there that if Dante wanted to play games, well, he would rise to the occasion. Perhaps it was time to teach the younger boy not to play games with someone who could play them better.
"Ooh, yeah, I can totally see that," Travis said, nodding as he looked over Dante's long and lovely hair. "Princess, I like it. Fair enough, Carl. I've got royalty over here," he said, forcing himself into the seat next to Dante. "Yes, your nickname is very fitting," he said, gently stroking Dante's hair. "So soft..."
It was Keegan's turn to smirk as he felt better upon returning fire, at least a little bit, but his small victory was quickly forgotten as a high-pitched yelp escaped his throat. It seemed that Carl's hand had found its way to Keegan's thigh, which was just a little bit too friendly for the redhead's liking. "OKAY," he said loudly, resulting in another round of harsh looks being thrown in his direction. "Guys, we're flattered, really, we are, but the truth is..." he paused, realizing he had absolutely no idea where he'd been going with this when he started talking. "The truth is... we, uh, well... I..." Both Travis and Carl were looking at him expectantly, and he knew there was no going back now - he'd jumped feet-first down the rabbit hole, or something to that effect, and apparently, he was dragging Dante down with him. "Me and the Princess, well, we've been traveling together for a while now. I'm not sure when, but recently, I started to realize that I had-have feelings for her - him, yeah. At first I ignored them but they never went away. And maybe it's the alcohol, or the terrible singing-" that same middle-aged woman had made an encore appearance and was belting out some slightly off-key love ballad - "but I can't keep my feelings a secret any longer. So um, yeah. I'm, uh, flattered and stuff, yeah. Super flattered, and thanks, but I, uh, only have eyes for the Princess here, okay? Don't waste your time on someone who's heart's not in it. That's the truth." Keegan could feel his face growing redder and hotter with every word he managed to utter, though the last line seemed to strike a chord within him. When he finally did make eye contact with Dante again, he silently pleaded with the auburn-haired boy to play along with him, otherwise they may not be able to get rid of their new "friends", especially considering the semi-skeptical looks they were both being given by Travis and Carl. He sighed, trying to steel his courage with the thought of them bleaching this dark memory from their brains with exuberant amounts of alcohol. Shrugging Carl's wandering hand from his thigh, he leaned forward, at least as far as the table would allow him to. "I... I just want to know if you feel the same way about me." He continued to plead with his gaze, the latter half of his sentence having been uttered from between clenched teeth. "Princess." He exhaled slowly and reached across the table, laying his somewhat-battered hand on Dante's. Yes, those shots could arrive at any time now, as Keegan was sure there wasn't enough alcohol in the known universe to get them through this moment.
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