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 Posted: Fri Feb 07, 2014 1:35 pm
"Good job Camerae!" Mike cheered to his little fossil. The Omanyte kind of gurgled in reply, flailing his tiny tentacles in what the boy assumed was happiness.
You know, for having such large, expressive eyes, it sure is hard to tell what he's thinking.
"Well, not all Pokemon can be telepathic Breloom, now can they?"
True.
Mike clapped excitedly as the gym leader released his next Pokemon, a few sparks shooting out as his palms connected. "Ooh! That's another one I know! I raised an Onix, too!" He reached down to grab the Steelix's Pokeball, then remembered he was back home, and once again was reminded by his phantoms that he was currently occupied in a battle for a badge. "Well, he's a Steelix now anyway." he somewhat mumbled. He missed his big strong Pokemon.
Not wanting to lose any steam, Mike ordered another Water Gun from Camerae. "Much bigger target this time!" he nodded.
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Leaving out some of the obviously more sensitive parts (for instance, calling Mike 'eccentric' and leaving it squarely at that), Sasha gave Bishop the low down on some of the friends she made during her time away. Bishop listened happily, smiling underneath his beard. He was not surprised that she found so many people that would enjoy her company. She was always a very personable girl.
"(Speaking of,)" Sasha halted for a moment and pulled out her phone when Bishop was a step or two ahead of her, which was a smart move, seeing as the less-than-family-friendly pictures she sent were still in the text window when she read Keegan's reply, which was eloquent to say the least.
'Nice but i like the frist one bette.r' Well, well, well. What do we have here? Could it be that the silly boy was having a night on the town? If so, that makes things all the more fun. Also, no duh he liked the first one better. Oh wait, there was more.
'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.' That was unexpected. Keegan rarely ever took back a snide remark, much less followed it up with something genuinely sweet, however awkwardly delivered it may have been. Regardless, it made her smile. "(Oh, my little gentleman.)" she said to herself as she typed up a response of her own.
'Merci, mon cher. The shoot went great! And they let me keep the dress! Play your cards right and you might be seeing more of it. Text me in the morning, and make sure to drink some water. Don't want you having a headache now do we?. ; )'
And sent. He must not have been too drunk when he sent the message, but by now, who knows? Sasha and Bishop entered the Pokemon Center, and she handed her Pokemon to Bishop before heading to the bathroom to freshen up. She stuffed her phone into her bag, not expecting any more replies for the night.
Still, that was very nice, especially from him. Sasha shook her head. "It must be z'he beer."
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Posted: Sat Feb 08, 2014 10:20 am
"Goodness, what a day." Sasha said while stealing a look at the babe in the mirror. Nothing like a little self checkout. But enough flirting, (said no one) back to the matter at hand! "Tant de choses à faire!" There really was! After a night of, let's say revelation and physical intrigue (at least on Gnat's part), she woke up and had breakfast with her adorable new lover, met up with Bishop, beat him in a battle, came to Celadon, had tea with Erika, Omelette evolved, lost to Isaiah, promised a date to Isaiah, met that really mean girl, teased Keegan, did her shoot, then fought Cindy, teased Keegan again, then came here. She felt herself get a bit heavier after listing everything off, like the rest of her body realized it should be much more tired under the weight of the day's events. Then came the yawning. "Ah! Bonté! Je suis...tellement somnolent." So much yawning. Curse you brain, you broke the rest of me.
Shambling over to the shower, Sasha rewarded herself with a warm, lengthy wash, slipped into her pajamas, then bounced her way to the door. What a wonderful day! Nothing really to complain about. Even her eventual date with Isaiah could prove to be fun. He was a nice guy after al-oh, wait. That girl she met wasn't quite as wonderful. What was her name again? Sasha's brow wrinkled as she tried to recall it. "Kara? Kiara?" she pushed open the door to the lounge. It certainly wasn't Sherry. She made that point abundantly clear. Sure enough, Bishop was waiting, his hand already outstretched to take her things.
"(I've prepared your room for you, miss. I will be staying in the one across the hall should you require anything.)"
"(Thank you, Bishop. That will be all for tonight.)" the girl said, half paying attention to her butler. "(Kraou? Kree?)"
"(Something troubling you?)"
"(Just trying to remember the name of this girl I met today.)"
"(Oh? Another future friend?)" Bishop said with a sweet smile.
"(Hardly. She was most unpleasant. Seemed like she was trying to inconvenience me as much as she possibly could. Very rude.)"
"(The world is sadly populated with all sorts of ill-mannered folk.)"
"(Obliterated her in a battle, though. She wasn't so tou-ah! Krow! That's what she called herself!)" Sasha snapped her fingers, grinning up at Bishop. "(Phew! I'm glad I remembered it! That would have kept me up all night! You know that-when you just can't seem to remember something and it's on the tip of your tongue? Ah, so relieved. Good night, Bishop. I'll see you in the morning!)" She skipped her way to her room and shut the door behind her. "(What a silly name. Krow. Hah.)" In her haste, she failed to notice that Bishop had become rooted in place upon hearing the girl's name: the color all but drained from his face. The old man stood in silence for a moment, then let out a soft, sorrowful sigh.
"(So it's started, then.)" Bishop turned, facing Sasha's room. "(But why now? Why so soon? They've just barely had the chance to enjoy this one.)"
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Posted: Sat Feb 08, 2014 1:37 pm
The Minccino's eyes went comically wide and watery from being on the receiving end of the Spearow's rather vicious Peck attack, and as she staggered back, crying loudly, Kasiya was hit with an overwhelming sense of déjà vu. Yes, the moment was almost virtually identical to Ariel's first-ever battle, which also happened to be against a Spearow, though this one was wild. The then-Eevee had taken a Peck right on the top of her head, as well. "Pepper! Don't cry, fight back!" Kasiya called, feeling a chill course through her. She'd encouraged Ariel with those same words. The Chinchilla Pokemon gave her head a shake, and her eyes narrowed. "Uhm. Use Attract!"
An almost devilish grin appeared on the fluffy Pokemon's face and she did a twirl, fanning her tail out around her as she winked cutely at her opponent. Bright, shiny pink hearts began to float out toward the Spearow, who looked on in a mixture of horror and awe as they swirled around it. Kasiya crossed her fingers, having had no idea if the Spearow was male or female, but she would find out soon enough. The hearts rapidly closed in on their target and the small bird gave a squawk, and for the moment, Kasiya was sure it had failed.
The bird keeper had looked on in mild concern as the hearts 'assaulted' his Spearow, and truth be told he wasn't sure if it had worked or not, either. After all, he didn't even know what that mousy thing was, let alone what gender it was. "Go, Spearow! Fury Attack!" he called, pointing at Pepper. The Spearow took a single step forward and then stopped, cooing gently as it made lovey-dovey eyes at the other Normal-type.
Kasiya breathed a small sigh of relief, as it meant her little Minccino was less likely to get trounced in her first battle, and she smiled at her cute Pokemon. "Okay Pepper, your turn!" she said, PokeDex in hand as she still wasn't familiar with the Chinchilla Pokemon's moves. "How about, hmm. Doubleslap!" She was vaguely aware of this move not being the most reliable of attacks available, but the only other attacking move in Pepper's repertoire was Pound. The Minccino nodded, the dull ache still present in her head enough incentive for her to dart forward and start using her tiny paws to begin slapping the Spearow across the face repeatedly.
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"How do they do maintenance in this place?" Jaeshan murmured as he ducked under a particularly low-hanging branch with some difficulty, silently cursing his height while Lisa tried to stifle her giggling from behind him. The few paths they did find weren't exactly straight forward, and they even wound up back at the entrance a few times before they really started to make some progress, finally stepping into a small clearing. "Something tells me this isn't where we'll find the gym leader," Jaeshan sighed, plucking a few stray leaves from his hair.
"I'd have to agree with you there," Lisa said, also picking bits of clingy greenery from her clothing. "I'm sorry I'm not more of a help, I got lost just as much my first time in here."
"Don't worry about it," the blond chuckled, giving the blue-haired girl a warm smile. "I wouldn't be able to remember either." They both paused at his comment, blinking awkwardly before bursting out into hysterical laughter.
"Heya trainers, what's so funny?" came an inquisitive voice from nearby, and after a few moments of looking around in confusion, a pretty, ginger-haired girl wearing a green tank top and cutoff blue jean shorts literally jumped out from behind a tree, successfully causing both Jaeshan and Lisa to yelp in surprise.
"Geez you scared us! Just where the heck did you come from, anyways?!"
"Uhhh over there," the girl said, pointing to the tree she'd just jumped out from behind. "So which of you is looking to challenge Gardenia? Since it's so obvious our beautiful forest is giving you trouble, I'll show you the way if you can beat me in a Pokemon battle!"
Jaeshan knew that battling this girl would likely have been the outcome either way, so he nodded. "That would be me," he said, stepping forward, Pokeball already in hand. Initially, he'd almost decided on sending out Salamence to make this easy, but admittedly, he wasn't even sure he could control the Dragon-type just yet. "What are your battle terms?"
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The dull ache of her left palm woke Karrigan from an uneventful sleep, and as she slowly sat up, rubbing her eyes, she quickly realized that she was alone in the room, as both the trainer from the night before and Damien were already gone. Okay, so she wasn't completely alone; Amber was still perched diligently on the bed, carefully grooming herself. The Vulpix twitched an ear when she realized her trainer had awoken, and after giving the redhead a quick glance, went right back to her cleanliness routine. "Good morning to you, too," Karrigan mumbled, but the fox still ignored her, at least until Karrigan got out of bed and returned the Fire-type to her Pokeball.
She was pleased to find that the wound on her hand looked even better today than it did yesterday, and she showered, dressed and brushed out her hair, wondering where her dour, dark-haired companion had gotten to. She didn't know why, but the fact that he'd already left and hadn't bothered to wake her or even so much as leave a note weighed heavily on her mind. Perhaps he really didn't care for her company after all...? She frowned at her thoughts as she put her brush away into her bag, remembering that she needed to get some new clothes at some point today as her current outfit was starting to get a little worn out, though that was putting it nicely. Deciding that breakfast could wait, Karrigan made sure she had all of her things packed away neatly before she headed out.
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Posted: Sat Feb 08, 2014 8:54 pm
This'll either be really good, really bad, or really funny, Kasiya thought as the Minccino skidded to a halt in front of the Spearow and reared back. The blonde girl counted the strikes as they landed - one, two, three, four... five?! Wow, good going Pepper, she thought, chalking it up to beginner's luck, and the Spearow being too enamored to properly fight back. As the Minccino hopped back, she looked over her shoulder at Kasiya, who gave her a smile and a thumbs-up. "That's the way!" she cheered. "You've totally got this!"
"Spearow, quit foolin' around! Fury Attack!" Abe called again, looking a little bit irritated with how the battle had gone so far. The Flying-type shook itself, temporarily shoving aside its 'feelings' as the stinging sensations on its face were more prevalent. With an angry growl, it lunged at the Chinchilla Pokemon, fiercely jabbing at her with its sharp beak.
Pepper's cries of pain were difficult to hear, and Kasiya hoped the little mouse had some more fight left in her. "It's okay, Pepper! You're fine! Doubleslap again!" Her trainer's voice was both comforting and encouraging, and the Minccino gave a cry as she jumped at her opponent, once again striking it over and over again for five consecutive hits. Wow, Pepper is either really good, or really lucky, Kasiya thought, though she was starting to suspect there was something else going on here. Abe was looking quite frustrated by this point, as his Spearow had fallen back into love with the adorable Normal-type and did nothing but shuffle its feet and make chirping sounds.
Time to finish it off, Kasiya smiled, looking on ahead. Soon, this gym's badge would be hers! "Pepper, I think you can end it! Pound attack!" Pepper gave a fierce battle cry ("Cheee-noooo!") before once again attacking the Spearow, this time jumping up, and she turned as she descended so that her fluffy tail smacked the bird right between the eyes and sent it tumbling onto the wooden floor.
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"Battle terms?" the ginger-haired girl blinked, a bit puzzled by the boy's terminology. "Um, one atta time, two Pokemon each. Sound good to you, Tall-guy?" she said, smiling. Gee, there sure were a lot of tall trainers coming to challenge Gardenia lately. "Oh yeah, the name's Georgia, pleased to meet y'all!" She didn't hesitate to jump back and send out her first Pokemon, a small, round and red Pokemon that resembled a piece of fruit.
"Yes, that's just fine," Jaeshan answered, blushing a little at being called Tall-guy. "My name is Jaeshan, and this is Lisa," he added, gesturing to the blue-haired girl, who gave a quick grin and a wave in reply. He stared at the opposing Pokemon for a moment or so, rolling his eyes as Lisa loudly whispered "It's a Cherubi" in his direction. Still not convinced that a Dragon wasn't the best choice to send out against a teensy little cherry, he finally selected Bibarel's Pokeball and sent the aggressive Normal/Water-type onto the field. It was a fair assumption by now that the Beaver Pokemon was expecting to face off against a Dragon-type or something as equally imposing, so it was only natural that her aggressiveness faltered upon seeing her opponent.
Both Lisa and Jaeshan had been expecting for some sort of comment from Georgia about sending out a Water-type in a Grass-type gym, but none came and instead she just grinned. "Okay, battle on! Cherubi, start off with a nice Growth!" The little Cherry Pokemon hopped up and down a few times, an energetic glow covering its body.
That could be troublesome, Jaeshan thought, thinking about the energy-stealing moves that Grass-types could learn, like Grotle's Mega Drain. A couple of boosts to its power, and that tiny little cherry could turn out to be quite devastating. "Tackle it," the blond called finally, and his wrecking-ball of a Pokemon didn't need to be told twice before she was charging at full speed toward her much smaller opponent.
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Karrigan took a quick glance around the Pokemon Center once she was outside, finding many people already wandering around, but no sign of Damien or his quirky Gastly companion. I wonder where he is, she thought, still a little annoyed that he'd left without a word, but she figured he had his reasons. Maybe he was off chasing ghosts or something? She paused at that thought, and shook her head, smiling a little. Given his attitude toward his ability, it was more likely that he was somewhere hiding from the spirit world.
The Pokemon Center was keenly located in a dense, commercial area of Nacrene City so locating a place to shop for new clothes wasn't difficult at all. Karrigan chose a somewhat-trendy looking place and went inside. Again, her Vulpix decided that Pokeballs were for lesser Pokemon and made an appearance, walking alongside her trainer and glancing at all the outfits displayed around them. "I don't even know where to begin," the redhead murmured, running her hand along the fabric of a frilly blouse. "I'm not really good at this sort of thing."
"Good morning! Can I help you with something?" came the cheerful voice of a young woman in her early twenties. Her name-tag read Clara, and Karrigan let out a small sigh of relief - she'd arrived with absolutely perfect timing.
"Yes, actually," Karrigan answered, her tone a bit flat. "I'm looking for a new outfit..."
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Posted: Sat Feb 08, 2014 9:53 pm
"All right, let's get back to Professor Juniper's. Maybe she'll let us stay one more night, and tomorrow we'll figure out what to do, okay?" the girl spoke gently to her Pokemon, still feeling terribly guilty about shouting at him a few moments ago.
"Oshawott," the Sea Otter Pokemon agreed, a bit of a warble in his voice. As far as he was concerned, all was forgiven; he decided that the flowery thingy looked much better up on Miharu's head than anywhere else, anyway. It took a moment for them to gain their bearings, but soon they were heading back in the direction of Nuvema, the Oshawott with a little skip in his step, and Miharu, all but dragging her feet and feeling utterly miserable and unaccomplished. She'd done nothing but mope, feel sorry for herself and dwell on the past, and as much as her lack of initiative bothered her, a part of her figured that tomorrow would likely be much the same.
Her gaze came to rest on the happy little Oshawott as he tottered along ahead of her, singing to himself and swinging the curious scalchop around as though it were a sword. She couldn't help but smile at the creature, as well as feel another pang of guilt. Why had Professor Juniper given him to her in the first place? Okay, well she knew why, but no really... why, exactly? Miharu wanted nothing to do with Pokemon right now, at least ones that weren't hers, and again she found herself obsessing over their welfare. What had Leroy done with her Pokemon? Had he kept them for himself, or had he turned them over to the Rocket Boss? Had they been sold to the highest bidder, or locked away in tiny cages?
The thoughts were too much for Miharu to handle and she stopped walking and buried her face in her hands and fell to her knees, sobbing quietly. Not too quietly, however, as Emile turned around to look at her, his dark eyes wide with concern. Why was his trainer crying? Had he done something else wrong? The Oshawott looked around frantically, unable to think of a way to help. Just then, a small, brown rodent-like Pokemon walked into his line of sight and his eyes light up - it was a Patrat; he'd played and practiced battling with them before he was ready to be given to a new trainer. If the little Pokemon knew one thing, it was battling, and perhaps a good battle would be just what Miharu needed to cheer her up.
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Now, Damien wasn't one to scare easily, as given the generally spooky and dark nature of his curse gift, and he remained true to his disposition, looking back at the womanly spirit with nothing less than a cold indifference. She really was quite beautiful; her lengthy, reddish-gold hair seemed more vibrant because of her milky complexion and long, white dress, and she had a beauty mark to the left of her full lips. What really got Damien's attention were her intense green eyes, and as much as he wanted to turn around and go the opposite direction, he didn't. "Who are you?" he demanded, a slight crack in his voice. "What do you want?"
The spirit opened her mouth to speak, but Damien couldn't hear her. She seemed to be pleading with him, and at one point she reached out to try and take his arm, but of course, her spectral hand passed right through him. "I don't understand you," he told her impatiently. "I don't know what you're trying to tell me."
If the ghost had raised her voice, Damien wouldn't know it, but she seemed to be growing agitated with him - not an uncommon development for the uncooperative medium. More leaves of red and gold had started to fall around them, and there were more butterflies, too. Damien couldn't help but feel a sudden hatred for dream metaphors and motifs and the ghosts' general lack of being straightforward on anything, but before he could comment on it, the female ghost actually grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him. "Help her," she rasped at him.
For the first time in a long time, Damien's air of aloofness was shattered. He trembled beneath the ghost's grip, grey eyes wide and fearful as he was reminded why he tried to avoid interacting with the dead as often as possible - sometimes the things could be downright terrifying. "Help who?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Help her," the spirit repeated, her icy fingers digging into his skin and sending waves of chills traversing his spine. "Please."
"Well, since you asked so nicely," Damien growled, stepping back, but then he was back in the real world, sitting up in his uncomfortable little bed, fully dressed and talking to no one. Gastly was dozing on the foot of his bed while Drowzee sat on the floor nearby, watching them. He suddenly remembered that Drowzee sometimes ate his dreams, and he glared at the Psychic-type in annoyance. "Thanks for being on the ball that time," he grumbled, returning both Pokemon to their respective Pokeballs before flopping back on the bed.
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Posted: Sun Feb 09, 2014 2:45 pm
Solemn and silent, Bishop tidied the young mistresses's belongings, taking his usual care, but at a much slower pace than usual. The weight of Sasha's words still clung to him. She rarely appears so early. the man thought to himself. Though from how she spoke, it does not seem like she is fully aware yet. Just the lingering sentiment. That affords us some peace. Regardless to the severity of their first meeting, he would have to keep a closer eye on Sasha from now on. With this girl having shown herself, things were likely to only worsen from here on ou-.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
Bishop paused, What was that noise? A Pokemon perhaps? Very likely. This was after all the perfect place for one to be running about. He paid it no further attention, and went back to folding clothes. Yes, he very much preferred this new outfit to that much more...revealing one she was wearing before. Much more suiting of a lady- Bishop held up the black dress from the day's photo-shoot. There was a despairing lack of coverage on any area above the waist. "(Goodness! This is far too much, er, too little! She is far too young to be wearing such, such, lascivious garments!)" Sadly, his concern would go entirely unheard, and he sighed. She may be approaching nineteen years of age, but in his mind, she will always be the sweet little girl who followed him around, going over tables and chairs with a little feather duster of her own because he 'missed a spot'. Bishop smiled, retrieving his pocket watch and clicking it open. The inner face displayed the same girl, green eyes as bright as emeralds and a smile so sweet it could get a rampaging Primeape to not only stop, but apologize.
Taptaptaptap. There it was again. Someone should really think about containing it lest they wake up the other guest-
"Ladies and gentleman! Boys and girls! Step right up and watch z'he masterful acrobatics of Jacqueline Dubois! L'étoile Filante!"
That was no Pokemon, and it was coming from the roof. I'll give you a single guess. "Oh no! Not again!" Bishop sprinted for the door as fast as his old legs could carry him, racing past Sasha's open door.
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Posted: Wed Feb 12, 2014 1:51 pm
The road to Pewter city through Viridian forest was fairly quite once more. Perhaps a little too quite. Normally the cries of a few bird pokemon could be heard through out the area. Even a few other pokemon could normally be heard rummaging around looking for food in the undergrowth, but now there was no sound save the wind rustling through the leaves of the trees.
He had recalled Gigas to let the fire type rest a bit. They all needed a little break after that battle. A clean sweep did a lot to lift all their moral for the coming Gym battle. Gilgamesh was his trump card in beating Brock since water types where very strong against rock/ground types. Odin was a second choice, but to his knowledge the small steel type didn't know any steel type moves yet. Gigas and Mateaus where likely going to have to sit this one out due to their weakness to rock.
As he pondered this he began to come around a bend in the path. Then instantly figured out why everything had been so quite. Dozens of Beedrill where in the trees along the path. There was a Rattata cornered in a burrow with some berries and an injured weedle nearby. So he had figured out what the situation was in an instant. That didn't help him when the horde heard him snap a twig on the path and took t buzzing angrily.
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Posted: Wed Feb 12, 2014 8:02 pm
The bright florescent lights filled the small prison cell as well as the incessant buzzing sound that came with such lighting. The inside of the somewhat rarely used Petalberg police station drunk tank were two teens who would surely wake up with the biggest headache of their lives. Right now though the scene was rather funny with both of them cuddled around each other to keep warm through the night, or that might have been that they had been too drunk to disentangle themselves from each other after they had been thrown none to gently into the cell.
"Ah wou pi yeh ovah ah flmin zmbee." The auburn haired teen muttered as he started to wake up. The first thing Dante's awakening minded seemed recognize was the fact that his head was pounding. The next thing was that he was uncomfortable, like he was half laying on the floor and something else not much more comfortable. Oh and his head hurt, the bright lights above him seemed to be like daggers gouging his eyes out with their painful beams of hatred. Letting out a sad sob, he pushed his face into whatever the other thing was that wasn't the floor and wished he was dead. Still now he was somewhat awake and being conscious brought several other interesting things to the forefront of his mind. Such questions seemed to be; where was he? Why the hell did he drink so much? Why did his a** hurt? How was it possible to be so uncomfortable but still not make any effort to move? Why didn't he just kill himself now so he could avoid recovering from... whatever happened last night?
As those questions swirled through his head Dante figured he could answer some of them, most of them actually, by opening his eyes. The problem with that plan was the fact that opening his eyes meant allowing the vicious spears of hateful light into his poor innocent eyes. What kind of cruel would was it that allowed him to be born with eyes? Why couldn't he just be some sort of mutant Zubat and happily spend his life in a nice dark quiet cave as a freak of nature?
Taking a deep breath he cracked one dark eye open, wincing he quickly shut it as blessed tears swelled in an attempt to take some of the sting away. Sighing he opened his eyes again and took in his surroundings for a few moments before groaning and burying his face in Keegans stomach. "Keegan, I swear to god if you are at all somehow responsible for why my a** hurts I will kill you."
Suddenly a loud banging came from the side of the bars. Neither of the two looked up but Dante let out a pained whimper and curled up a little more covering his ears in a feeble attempt to escape the noise."Well look at you two. I hope you two love birds are feeling better then you were last night because I can tell you that after the phone calls we placed to your parents you are in for one wild ride." A cop said looked down at the two underage teens laying on the floor/each other. He just ignored the pained groan coming from one of them. "If I were you I would get up and think about what I would tell them when they get here." With that he shook his head in disappointment before walking out of the holding cell area.
Letting out a lot of choice words, most of them starting with 'f' and ending with 'ing' there they were often times proceeded with words like 'mother' and 'Arcues', a few comments about aquaculture procedures were in there as well. "Keegan. I know your awake." How could he not be after that. Just to make sure he jabbed a bony finger into the redheads side. "Can we make a suicide pact and follow through with it now?"
Dante knew he should get off of the redhead but the thought of sitting up, moving his head or any other part of his body really seemed like cruel and unusual punishment. "Keegan. Did that cop just say our parents are showing up?" He asked as what was said earlier sank into his mind. Right now he wasn't exactly very fast on the uptake.
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Ace grit his teeth as he felt his limbs take on a sort of sluggish feeling to them. Clenching his fist he swished his flaming tail in an irritated mannor. Well, he could reduce his speed all he wanted Ace still had his Bullet Punch which would pack a nasty surprise for Black*Star when he tried to go in for a strong attack. For now though he was going to have to do as much damage as he could while the Croconaw couldn't retaliate. Time to dry up some of the water that the over-sized croc could take advantage of. Running forward Ace rolled himself up into a flaming ball charging right for the angry gator a flaming ball of steaming anger.
Grunting slightly Black*Star watched as the Monferno charged towards him debating internally what he should do. In the end he didn't have much of a choice and bracing himself he reached out and caught the flaming and steaming angry attack. Being a water type the flames didn't hurt as much as they could have but the steam hurt more then the actual fire. Flexing his muscles Black*Star tossed the fire type off to the side and shook his steaming claws watching the fire starter pick itself up from the ground. Grinding his fangs together Black*Star wished he could attack and instead settled for using Leer his eyes glowing as he watched the Monferno glow blue again as his defense was lowered.
This battle wasn't working exactly how Ace thought it would as he jumped up to his feet and eyed the Croconaw more carefully. He could see that the other was frustrated with his situation but he was using it to his advantage and it was surprisingly working for him. Not waiting any longer Ace lept forward unleashed a strong set of Fury Swipes at the water starter.
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Melphaligal the Challama Crew
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Posted: Wed Feb 12, 2014 10:05 pm
Boom. Boom. Boom.
A small groan lodged itself in Keegan's throat as the pounding sound resonated through his head, and he silently cursed whoever or whatever was that had the audacity to disturb him at this godforsaken hour.
Boom. Boom. Boom.
He grit his teeth, adding a silent vow to execute extreme extreme violence if whoever was trying to bust through his head didn't knock it the ******** off right now.
Boom. Boom. Boom.
His head. Oh wait, that sound wasn't distant or far away - it was coming from inside of him. Every beat of his heart sent shock waves of pain thundering through his head, and for the moment, all he could think about was how much he wished he was dead right now. As his still partially alcohol-marinated brain regained sentience, he tuned in to the sound of the faintly-humming light overhead, though to him, it was so loud that it might as well have been a whole horde of Beedrill buzzing right next to his eardrums. He also became aware of the fact that he was lying on cold concrete, and that someone was lying on him/tangled up with him/trying and, curiously enough, his a** felt as though someone had set it on fire. Then, a familiar voice was muttering and he winced as the sound was like a gunshot being fired inside his brain and he groaned a little - something was pressing against his already-slightly queasy stomach, not a good combination.
The loud banging from outside of what Keegan would soon discover to be a prison sell startled him and he bashed his head against the hard, cold floor, sending more waves of pain radiating throughout his upper torso and also successfully dazing himself for several rounds. Another voice was speaking now, this one unfamiliar yet still obnoxiously loud and he groped around with his right hand for something to throw at the offender, but of course found nothing. The voice retreated, however - lucky for them - and was replaced with the first voice again. It said his name, and after a few moments of marveling at the magical voice's seemingly-knowing of everything, Keegan realized it was Dante. Oh, so he was here in hell, too - just how did they end up here, wherever here was, in the first place?
"I'm not awake," he mumbled, throwing his arm over his face as everything was way too bright already, and he hadn't even opened his eyes yet. "I'm not awake, I'm de-aaaaaughh!" His sentence finished in an uncharacteristically high voice as something sharp and pointy jabbed into his side. "******** off Dante, that hurt," he grumbled, finally finding enough strength to push the other boy off him, and he quickly realized that he had no feeling at all in his left arm as he'd been lying on it for however long they'd been there. Dante's comment about their parents, however, sent a wave of panic through him and though he may not actually be dead now, but with their heralds of doom were set to arrive at any time, those chances were growing exponentially.
"Oh god, we're dead. I'm dead. I'm so dead," he said, green and terribly bloodshot eyes growing wide and watery as they were assaulted by the light, and he grimaced as he thought of his father's disapproving scowl, at least at first. "He's gonna -ahahahahaha- he's gonna kill me!" More inappropriate laughter escaped the redhead, making it seem possible that he was still at least partially drunk, though laughing only seemed to make the pounding in his head worse. "Oh god, oh god. My a** hurts too," he managed, after forcing himself to calm down a bit, and a strange connection managed to be made in the boy's slowly-dying brain while he shook his arm to restore both feeling and blood-flow. "Why does... why do our asses hurt?" he asked, slowly checking himself over to find that he had nothing on him except his clothes - apparently everything else had been confiscated upon their arrest, PokeNavs, Pokemon, their jackets - everything. "Dante, what the ******** happened last night? I can't remember anything after we sang that god-awful song."
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Well aware of the fact that it seemed a little cruel to abandon his trainer as she sat crying in the middle of the Route 1, but Emile had a plan, and that plan involved getting the attention of that Patrat over there. Giving an excited little cry, the Oshawott darted forward as fast as his little legs could carry him, waving his scalchop around enthusiastically to try and get the other Pokemon to notice him. He'd be successful, but not in the manner he'd intended - the Water-type tripped over a small rock and tumbled head over tail across the ground, leaving an otter-shaped skid-mark in his wake. His scalchop fell from his grip and bounced along the dirt, coming to land at the feet at the unsuspecting Patrat.
Miharu, meanwhile, was oblivious to her Pokemon's antics as she was far too busy drowning in her own guilt and misery. That is, until a fast-talking little Oshawott had managed to convince a very confused yet somewhat-agreeable Patrat to feign an attack. Emile came rushing out of the underbrush like a Zubat out of hell, shrieking and wailing. His cries were enough to get Miharu's attention and she looked up, fully expecting to see some fierce and terribly frightening Pokemon chasing the little Otter, but even she couldn't help but chortle a little when she saw the rodent-like Pokemon sort-of half-assed following after, and even more so when Emile stopped in front of her and drew his scalchop, apparently poised to defend his trainer from this... threat.
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It quickly became obvious that Damien would not be falling back asleep any time soon, though his watch told him that it wasn't long before sunrise anyway. He wouldn't even admit to himself how much that dream had rattled him, and he glanced over at the bed next to his, unable to quell his jealousy over the redheaded-girl's peaceful sleep. Having another, actual living person nearby, however, did help to calm him further, and when he was certain that he would not be revisiting the dreamworld tonight (or what was left of it), he quickly made the bed, gathered his things, and headed off to find somewhere to get cleaned up.
He felt an unmistakable ache in his neck and shoulders as he located the showers, which were delightfully empty in the wee hours of the early morning, and he stashed his belongings in a locker before stripping down and having a relatively quick shower, but even the soothing warmth of the water did not help to ease the discomfort he was feeling. It wasn't until he was standing in front of a mirror, squinting at his glasses-less reflection as he carefully combed out his hair that he noticed something odd. He frantically grabbed his glasses and used his towel to clear the fog from them before slipping them on, unimpressed to see that his poor eyesight had not been misleading him: both of his bare shoulders were decorated with deep, black-purple bruises that were easily distinguishable as hand prints.
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Posted: Sat Feb 15, 2014 6:51 am
The next morning was bright and sunny and seemingly signifying that today would be a much better day for Juliet and Charlotte. After a much happier reunion the two went about their morning rituals, which involved a healthy, hearty breakfast and several workout and stretching routines. The only thing missing from the normal "Morning in the Life of Juliet Forbes" was her morning skate, as she wasn't always promised a rink nearby and lugging around her skates and other hockey gear wasn't the wisest of solutions.
As the pair exited the Pokémon Center, Juliet's mind had wandered back to the eventful day before – giving her brothers the slip on the Skyarrow Bridge, battling with the cute little Sewaddle, running into Jack and Brett and witnessing the evolution of Jack's Herdier, meeting Annie and Claire and the battle… The thought of the two boys caused a crease to form on Juliet's forehead as she thought of the exchange between Jack and Brett the night before. I can't let that bother me, she thought, twirling the end of her ponytail in her fingers as she walked, but it seemed her memory was against her just then and she recalled the pained look on Brett's face before he stormed out of the Pokémon Center. "Stop it, brain," she said aloud, prompting a surprised chirp from Charlotte, who'd been skipping along ahead of her trainer as she pushed her bike. "I don't have time for drama and angst right now; Lottie and I have a mission to complete. Check back later."
And that was that; having successfully told off her own mind, Juliet continued forward, with today's goal set at capturing at least one new Pokémon and training Lottie so she would get stronger and learn new techniques – an actual Fighting-type move other than Counter would be nice. The thought of her mom's Lucario made her smile, and as she watched the happy Fighting-type, she couldn't help but wonder if her dear little Riolu would chose to evolve someday, too. Either way, Juliet was certain that it wasn't going to be all that soon, but the thought remained in the back of her mind as she and her energetic little partner made their way towards the start of Route 3.
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Posted: Sat Feb 15, 2014 7:10 am
I wonder what kinds of Pokémon we'll meet today, Juliet thought as she and Lottie had since left Striaton City and were now biking at a leisurely pace along the aforementioned Route 3. She thought of the trio of elemental monkeys and dismissed the thought – as energetic and able as they seemed, she was very nearly adamant against catching the same Pokémon species that her friends and family had, with perhaps a few exceptions. Her eldest brother, Geoffrey, had obtained a Tepig at some point in his journey and had raised it into a formidable Emboar and was easily one of his strongest and most reliable Pokémon, but Juliet was relatively certain that stumbling upon a wild Tepig wasn't something that she should expect to happen.
The Riolu, perched deftly on the handlebars of the bike, glanced back at her trainer and simply nodded. Juliet smiled, understanding Lottie's small gesture. "Yes, you're right, as always," the girl laughed. "I'm sure that when we find a friend that's meant to come along with us, we'll just know it." Lottie gave a chirp and nodded again, looking back to the route ahead. As excited as she was to meet new Pokémon and expand their little family, she also couldn't help but worry that a new friend would take away Juliet's attention from her. That thought made Lottie frown and she was quiet for now, at least until Juliet slowed her bike to a gentle stop as she'd spotted something nearby.
"Lottie, look," she said, keeping her voice down. The Riolu did as told and glanced over, blinking in surprise at what she saw. Several small, brown Pokémon were gathered around a berry bush, eagerly collecting berries and stuffing them into their cheeks, probably to bring back to their nests. One of them was up on its hind legs, scouting around for danger, but its back was currently turned towards Juliet and Lottie so it hadn't noticed them. "Patrat," Juliet said softly, and Lottie nodded. The pair watched the small group of Pokémon for a while, Juliet waiting to feel "that spark" while Lottie's worry and anxiety grew and grew. Finally, unable to take it anymore, the Riolu gave a great, fake sneeze – and just like that, the group of startled Normal-types darted off into the safety of the underbrush, squeaking fearfully.
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Posted: Sun Feb 16, 2014 6:45 am
"Plua, hold your ground and strike back with Fury Attack," Riza called, not yet certain which of the two birds had the upper hand in this fight. The Swellow was moving in fast, but Plua had other ideas. She held her ground, glaring angrily at her opponent as she was slammed by the attack, but rather than hitting back with the command her trainer had given, she lunged forward with a burst of speed of her own, hitting the Swellow hard with another Aerial Ace. The blue and red bird cried out and staggered back, rapidly beating its wings to keep itself aloft. Riza frowned, refusing to show any signs that she was impressed by her Fearow's power because she had refused to listen. "Plua, I said Fury Attack, not Aerial Ace," the raven haired girl growled, glancing across the battlefield to gauge her opponent's reaction to Plua's disobedience.
Eva only continued to smile and said nothing about the unruly Fearow, as she'd dealt with Pokemon like that before. In fact her Swellow had quite the attitude when it was still a tiny Taillow. She did however like Pokemon that could think for themselves on the fly, and truth be told if she'd been in Riza's position she would have called for the Aerial Ace over the Fury Attack anyway. She was still smiling as she issued her next command to her Swellow, a Wing Attack. The Swallow Pokemon gave a loud trilling and flew at full speed into Plua, smashing the other flying-type with its strong wings.
"Mirror Move," Riza commanded, slashing the air with her hand and trying to put the last round behind her. She could sense a first round win but she wasn't sure it would happen without Plua's cooperation. The Fearow cast a dark look back at her trainer and flapped her wings, carrying herself up into the air for what was clearly a use of Fly. Riza groaned and covered her face with her hands, her embarrassment growing by the second.
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Katie had forgotten how nice it was to watch her lovely Roselia in action. The Thorn Pokemon did a graceful spin, her rose 'hands' glowing brightly as a flurry of rainbow-coloured leaves were launched from their centers. Katie thought that Magical Leaf looked a lot like Razor Leaf, only much more colourful and accurate, and she smiled as the blizzard of rainbow petals hit their mark, scoring a good amount of damage thanks to Seraphim's earlier uses of Growth. The Machoke was brought down to one knee, panting heavily.
"Machoke, are you all right?" the martial artist called. The Superpower Pokemon grunted and nodded, both knowing that the crippling paralysis was at fault for how this match was turning out. That, and the dainty little flower was a lot tougher than she looked. "Seismic Toss!" The fighting-type got to its feet and charged at Seraphim, face set in a tight grimace as it fought an internal battle against paralysis for control of its body. Roselia weren't known for their speed either and Seraphim was swept up into a painful hold by the larger Pokemon, and before she or Katie could react, slammed hard into the floorboards of the dojo.
"Seraph!" Katie called, taking a worried step forward as her Roselia slowly got to her feet, trembling all over. The orange haired girl bit her lower lip, but then smiled as she thought of the perfect move to use now. "Giga Drain," she said, her voice firm and decisive. Seraphim nodded and extended her arms, the roses once again glowing as she began to draw out the Machoke's health. It was essentially yanked right out of him, flowing out in waves of healthy, green energy and right into the weakened Roselia. Seraphim smiled as she was healed, feeling stronger and stronger while her opponent felt weaker and weaker and eventually, it collapsed, having been drained of all its energy.
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Brock couldn't help but grin at Mike's enthusiasm over seeing his Onix, and he folded his arms across his chest and nodded. "Yep, easily my favourite," he said, smiling wistfully. He did have a Steelix, thanks to the antics of one of his younger brothers, though the kid spent more time with the steel-type than he did these days. "Steelix are pretty awesome too, but, y'know. Rock theme and all."
He couldn't help but wish that he had that Steelix with him right now as the little Omanyte shot off another Water Gun. "Defensive Rock Throw, Onix!" he called, taking a step back. Onix let out a roar and slashed his massive tail against the ground, sending several well aimed rocks speeding towards Camarae and the oncoming Water Gun. One of the rocks intercepted the water, and while not stopping it completely, interrupted it enough to break it apart into what was essentially a sprinkler effect, with Brock and his Onix getting the brunt of it. Brock chuckled and wiped the water from his face while his Onix groaned in protest - he may have lessened the damage but it still was very uncomfortable for the dual rock and ground-type to get soaking wet. Brock also knew he was delaying the inevitable (he had a feeling that this wacky kid had taught his Omanyte Surf, as a gym leader you just get to know these things) and the match would end soon, but there was nothing wrong with showing off their skills a little. Brock may have been the first gym leader in the Kanto region lineup but he was still an experienced and formidable trainer.
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Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 8:03 am
Click. After about ten seconds of heart-stopping anxiety, it was all over: the quirky, Confusion-abusing insect had been captured, and Jasper would have taken a moment to celebrate his victory over the bug type had Croconaw not decided that being chewed on, drenched and finally caught in a Park Ball was not a significant enough punishment for the Venonat. The gator had lunged at the sphere, jaws agape with the full intent to devour the thing, and likely would have had Jasper not intervened and more or less body-checked her out of the way so that he could safely collect the ball. "Croconaw, no eating teammates," the boy said, his tone of voice both scolding and incredulous as he couldn't believe he'd actually had to say those words to the water type. Croconaw stared coldly up at her trainer for a few moments, her gaze finally landing on the now-purplish bump that stuck out like a proverbial sore thumb (it might as well have been a thumb, considering how sizable the lump actually was). The gator didn't hesitate to point this out to Jasper.
"What, this? Yeah, yeah, I know. Serves me right, I guess," he sighed, gingerly running his fingertips over the welt, as by now his whole head had started to ache. "But that doesn't mean you get to eat our new friend." He groaned, and closed his eyes. "Say, you wouldn't happen to have a Croconaw-sized bottle of Aspirin stashed away somewhere, would ya?" The gator canted her head and blinked a few times. Her trainer sure said the weirdest things sometimes. It's not like these scales came equipped with pockets or the like. Jasper sighed again and fixed his bandanna, which had become loose during the course of Venonat's capture. "Whaddya suppose we do now?" he asked his toothy companion. "Suppose we shoulda listened when that guy was giving us the contest instructions." The gator shrugged, as all she could remember about that was how green and juicy the grass had been.
The pair started to head back in the direction they'd come from, and Jasper recalled something about a time limit and an announcement informing the contestants of when their time was up. Jasper looked down at the Park Pall he held in his hand. He honestly didn't think he'd be winning this time around, but that was just fine with him - he'd only jumped into this contest as a means to hide from Jonas and Co. Again, his thoughts drifted back to his former-friend's interest in Ditto-chu and he frowned, subconsciously looking around him in an almost-paranoid manner. The fact that his Pokemon, including Ditto, were being held back at the gate didn't make him feel any better and he decided to make his way back there, lest he and Croconaw run into a Scyther or something.
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The ever-cheerful brunette continued to smile at the nurse as she carefully fitted her team's Pokeballs back into the proper places on her belt, either unfazed by the sarcasm in the nurse's voice ore missing it altogether - each were just as likely to happen as the other. "Yes, I am new in town!" she said brightly. "I'm from Pallet Town, actually! My Charmeleon and I were going to go up through Mount Moon and then to Cerulean and Saffron and then here but we decided that it was much, much, much easier to take the shortcut through Diglett's Cave!"
The nurse was silent for a moment, possibly stunned by Hayley's mile-a-minute speech patterns. "Uh huh."
"So, since we're new in town, it's pretty obvious that we don't know who this Lt. Surge character is. But judging by what that boy was saying, he sounds kinda big and scary. Ooh, is he a giant? Y'know, like that famous wrestler-guy that was in that movie with the princess and the bride and the man and black and the six-fingered man and all that? Is he that kind of giant?"
The nurse stared at Hayley, awestruck for several moments before she gave a nervous chuckle. "Um. No, he's not... he's not a giant at least I don't think so. He's the Vermilion City Gym Leader and he is pretty formidable. Are you looking to challenge him?"
Hayley pondered the question as though it were the meaning of life, and shook her head. "No, well, at least not yet. We only just won our first badge yesterday and I think we're gonna wait a bit before we try for our next one." The brunette shifted her bag on her shoulder. "Thanks!" she said brightly, turning on a heel and all but skipping out of the Pokemon Center.
The nurse continued to stare at the doors long after the girl had left. "It takes all sorts, I guess..."
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Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 6:11 pm
"Cute, and tough! My favourite kind of Pokemon!" Kasiya exclaimed as Abe's Spearow struggled to get up from its place on the floor, but was unable to and finally collapsed. Pepper remained rooted to the spot, her little chest heaving as she stared at her downed opponent. It seemed that the young Pokemon hadn't yet realized that the battle was over. Grinning hugely, the blonde strolled across the floor and scooped up the Minccino. "You were wonderful, Pepper!" she said, snuggling the fluffy Pokemon against her. "Your first ever battle and first ever win!"
"That's one tough... Pokemon," Abe sighed, though he did manage a smile as he recalled his fallen Spearow. "That means you get to move on, but be careful. You still have to get past one more trainer before you can face Falkner and she's no pushover."
"I'll keep that in mind, thanks," Kasiya smiled, deciding not to retort back that she was no pushover, either, or something along those lines. She was here to win a badge, and that alone would prove her status as a strong trainer to the gym leader and his acolytes, even if she had a whole lot of badges to her name already. The blonde continued along the walkway, occasionally peering down and wondering what would happen if someone were to fall from this height. Considering this was a flying gym, however, she assumed someone was paying enough attention to play hero if that were to happen.
The next widened section of floor came into view very soon, and Kasiya wasn't surprised to see a girl, probably her age, blocking her progress. She had long, purple hair and was wearing a flying uniform that made her think of someone.... wait a minute, she knew this... yeah, Winona! It wasn't, of course, her friend (or acquaintance; did she consider Winona an actual friend yet or vice versa?) but she smiled anyway, giving a little wave. The Minccino on her shoulder gave a quiet chirp as the Normal-type got the feeling she would be battling again very soon.
"If you wanna face Falkner, you're going to have to beat me first," the girl said once Kasiya and Pepper were close enough. She was grinning though, and Kasiya couldn't help but grin as well. "The name's Tessa, and we'll be battling two Pokemon each!"
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"Oh, wowie!" Georgia's eyes grew wide and she looked on in awe as the larger Bibarel completely ran over her tiny Cherubi. The ginger-haired girl thought a moment, and nodded to herself. That's right; Bibarel were also Normal-types so that would make its Tackle that much stronger. "Cherubi, quick! Leech Seed 'em, while it's close!" The Cherry Pokemon rolled itself back up onto its feet, glaring as harshly at Bibarel as it could muster. The tiny leaves atop its head began to shimmer and it shot a three-burst barrage of shiny, green seeds at the Beaver Pokemon.
"Bibarel, don't let those seeds hit you," Jaeshan called, but Bibarel didn't hear him as she was too busy growling at Cherubi, clearly angry that she hadn't one-shotted the thing with her Tackle attack. The seeds all struck her, disappearing into her fur. This made her growl even louder, even as the seeds had already gone to work at leeching her health. "Headbutt," the blond sighed, shaking his head while Lisa stood behind him, giggling. Bibarel didn't hesitate to charge fiercely at her tiny opponent once more, head lowered as she prepared to dish out some serious damage.
"Your Bibarel seems like it has anger problems," Georgia commented offhandedly, tapping the fingers of her left hand against her hip. "Cherubi, it's looking pretty reckless! I bet you can dodge that no problem!" And its trainer was correct; Bibarel's thoughtless and reckless attack was far too easy to predict and the Cherry Pokemon was able to avoid it completely. "Now, fight back with a Magical Leaf!" The small, red Pokemon chirped happily and twirled around, the leaf on its head glowing brightly before it released a flurry of multicoloured ones, all streaking toward Bibarel at an alarming speed.
"Aw, Bibarel!" Jaeshan slapped his forehead with his palm, doing his best to ignore Georgia's comments toward his Pokemon. He was perfectly aware of the Beaver Pokemon's problems, and he cast a glare over his shoulder at the still-giggling Lisa. "Trying to concentrate here," he grumbled, looking back at the field. A Grass-type move... great, he thought, but then he remembered the move he'd recently taught to Bibarel and smiled. "Good a time as any to try this out - Bibarel, freeze those leaves in their tracks! Ice Beam!" By now, Bibarel was absolutely livid and she spun around to see the small Pokemon launching a volley of pretty leaves at her. The sound of Jaeshan's voice snapped her out of her rage and she narrowed her eyes, focusing her strength. She waited and waited and then opened her mouth wide, a bright, white ray of frigid, icy power shooting out and cutting through the majority of the leaves with little effort. It wasn't enough to strike the Cherubi, but the astonished looks on both it and Georgia's faces were satisfying enough for Jaeshan and Bibarel at the moment.
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Karrigan soon found it hard to believe that this helpful young woman named Clara was not getting a commission for her sales, as she happily helped the lost redhead navigate the store and offer advice for colours and styles based on Karrigan's complexion and hair colour. The whole ordeal didn't seem so bad now an she actually found herself to be somewhat enjoying it as she tried out various outfits and ensembles. She finally narrowed it down to two (both of which having gained approval from Amber) as having an extra outfit in her bag wouldn't be the worst of ideas. She repeatedly thanked Clara as she paid for her purchases, and after a bit of reorganizing her backpack, managed to add the extra clothes without too much trouble.
By now, however, she was practically starving and silently scolded herself for skipping breakfast as she headed back in the general direction of the Pokemon Center. She did stop, however, to study her reflection in the window of a curio shop along the way. She'd picked out a grey, long sleeved button-up shirt not unlike her old one, but this one was new so therefore did not have any holes in it. Under that, she wore a basic pink tanktop, and around the upper part of her waist was a pink, faux-leather belt. She'd also chosen a matching pink skirt and not-quite knee-high boots to finish the look.
At Clara's recommendation, she'd also taken her hair down, and as she looked at herself in the window, she couldn't help but feel that she looked older, more confident even. She didn't know if she liked it or not, but the good news was that she could always change it up if she ended up not liking it. She ran her fingers nervously through her hair and began walking again, keeping her eyes open for her dark-haired traveling companion. That is, if he still wanted to be her traveling companion.
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Posted: Thu Feb 20, 2014 6:24 pm
"Emile... what did you do?" Miharu asked tearfully as the Patrat gave a growl, making it clear that it was ready to fight (and the little critter internally marveled at its own acting skill, as well). "What is this, did you pick a fight with this Pokemon?"
"Oshaa wott-wott," the little otter declared, thumping his free paw against his chest a few times. Across from him, the Patrat shuffled on its feet before raising its arm and looking around in what could be considered its trademark pose.
"You really want to battle?" the green-haired girl asked, wiping her eyes with the back of her sleeve while fishing her brand-new PokeDex out of her pocket with the other. She sort-of remembered the Pokemon - it was a Normal-type, Trap-rat or something? Ah yes, it was Patrat; the Scout Pokemon. She glanced over its information as she got to her feet, a feeling of dread welling up in the pit of her stomach at the thought of a battle. The otter nodded eagerly; the rodent, not so much, but its lack of enthusiasm was surpassed only by Miharu's. She switched her PokeDex page over to Oshawott's, as she wasn't yet sure what moves were available to the otter, glancing from the screen of the new device - she still didn't know what all these new buttons did - to the Pokemon. She couldn't help but notice Emile's determination and in another time and place, it would have fueled her courage. But now, seeing the hope and eagerness of the young Water-type only filled her with fear and doubt. It was a feeling that she really didn't like.
It would be the Patrat that would decide to make the first move, having decided that it had places to go and Pokemon to see, and soon it was charging at Emile, shoulder lowered for what was easily identifiable as a Tackle. Miharu's eyes narrowed at this, her underlying trainer instincts firing up even if she hadn't meant for them to. "Dodge it, Emile," she called simply; the Oshawott's available moves now tucked safely away in the back of her mind. The otter grinned, lightly bouncing up and down on his feet as he anticipated the Patrat's attack. It was relatively easy to avoid, even for less-than-super-graceful Pokemon like Oshawott, and he danced to the side, turning so that he could keep his reluctant opponent within his sights.
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For quite some time, Damien stood in front of that mirror, trying to understand just what the hell had happened to him. He'd had dreams and visions like that before, but never had their effects carried over into the waking world. Finally, the sound of someone else entering the showers snapped Damien back to reality and he quickly finished up, dressing and towel-drying his hair and combing it almost obsessively until it sat just how he liked it. After giving his glasses yet another polish and setting them carefully in place, he gathered his things and headed back to the room.
He must have been gone a lot longer than he'd realized, because by this point, Karrigan had already left. He wasn't sure why it bothered him, as logically he knew that it was likely she'd gone to get breakfast and go about her own morning routine. He stood there for a few more moments, scowling at the empty bed.
"I don't know why you're so grumpy about her leaving, when you went and left first," an obnoxious voice called out from behind Damien, and the youth spun around to see a smirking ghost; a young man, with reddish-brown hair and hazel eyes, probably in his early 20s or so, sitting on an empty bed, one leg lazily swung over the other. "What? It's true," he continued, noting Damien's expression shift from surprise to his usual perpetual frown.
"Who are you?" the bespectacled youth demanded.
The ghost kept right on smiling as he stood up. "Eli. Eli Jones," he said, sticking out his hand, though he drew it back rather quickly, looking a bit embarrassed. "Whoops, forgot. Sometimes the whole being-a-ghost thing still throws me for a loop. You know how it is."
Damien raised an eyebrow. "No, actually, I don't. Now if you'll excuse me..." He turned and started out of the dorm.
Eli sighed and appeared in Damien's line of sight as he walked down the hallway. "Aren't you even going to ask what I want?" he asked, a semi-sarcastic tone in his voice as he followed Damien through the Pokemon Center.
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because," Damien paused as he reached the doors, subtly looking around to make sure no one was paying attention to him, "I don't care, that's why."
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