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 Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2011 3:30 pm
Bill gagged. "God no!" he shouted, probably a bit too loudly. He then pointed at her arms. "You've got definition to those arms, on a girl that's just ******** wrong," he said, disgust evident in his voice.
"I guess I'll have to enter," he said as he stood up, gesturing for Topper to follow at him. "After all, way you're going you might actually start believing you can live in a man's world. Let's go, Topper."
And if Salieri didn't stop him, Bill would go and sign up for the tournament.
***
"Yes," said Gorm as he looked from the photograph to the boy. "You wish to learn how to fight."
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2011 3:31 pm
Robert headed into his room at the Pokemon Center. Tomorrow was going to be a very busy day, but Robert felt he was as prepared as he could be. As he laid down on the bed, he remembered that guy he fought before at the Dreamyard. The guy was certainly a martial artist. He should have asked John if a man fitting his description was entering. It would be a chance for him to face the guy without worry about his Pokemons' safety, and he wasn't going to be tired as all hell like the last encounter. Still, those were unknown possibilities. Whoever his opponents, he would put everything he had into each fight. And if he was there and was put up against Robert, then Robert would have to use all of his skill and strength and make the guy talk.
Freya and Garnet curled up on either side of Robert, while Beatrix slept in the lone recliner in the room. Robert set the alarm to go off at 6 in the morning, which would give him time for a morning exercise, stretching and breakfast before the big event. And then there was the Nacrene Gym too. Depending on how the tournament went, he'd make a stop there in the afternoon.
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2011 3:41 pm
De-defintion? Sal took a quick mortified look at her biceps. Clearly she had some muscle, but it wasn't an outstanding amount. It was lean, she was toned and clearly athletic. She wasn't overly muscled or anything, right? Right?
"People think I'm cute as a button!" she yelled after Bill, who by then was too far away to hear her. She sighed and got back to looking around the streets. At least I got him to get off of my bench.
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"That's right. I need to commit to memory every tactic and move you think will be invaluable to my success. I need you to create a formula that equates to me being a powerful fighter."
He stood up. "I am a quick learner, but we don't have much time. Let's begin."
****
As Henrietta stumbled out into Nacrene City, she accidentally bumped into the wandering, monk robed musician who looked very much like a Santa Claus knockoff.
"Oh no! I'm sorry if I ran into you!" Blackbird exclaimed as he took a step back. "You're not hurt, are you? How can I make it up to you, ma'am?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2011 3:45 pm
WHOA! Homeless guy. Henrietta stumbled when they ran into each other and she twirled around to face him as she stumbled, eventually catching her balance by running into the side of a building and using it to hold herself up. She blinked, the world blurry, her head light, dizzy. The effects of being dizzy and drunk.
"Santa Claus?" she asked. She peered closer. "It's not Christmas."
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2011 3:50 pm
Blackbird quickly got over to Henrietta's side. Despite looking old, he was quite agile, and caught the girl's arms to prevent her from falling over. "Santa? Zeraaaa~shashasha! I've been getting that a lot today," he laughed while attempting to guide Henrietta over to the curbside of the street to sit the drunk girl down.
"Are you sure I didn't hurt you? You look like you just came out of a wild concert-"
He felt a lump in his throat. His lungs felt like they were on fire. No, not now. Please not now.
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2011 3:53 pm
A wild concert? No, she hadn't done that. She'd never been to a concert, actually. Henrietta let herself be guided to the curb, whether she was too drunk, or too comfortable, she didn't know. All she knew was that she was suddenly sitting down.
"No~ I just came back from a date," she said. Wait was it a date? Ah, who cares, this Santa Claus wouldn't say anything later on that could potentially embarrass her, he had to get back to the north pole, after all.
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2011 4:30 pm
[Haven't been goon that long =/
can i get an update?]
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2011 4:34 pm
((Summary thread and read all the new pots, please. I read everything twice just to give you guys that.))
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2011 4:54 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2011 9:21 pm
The incinerate rained down from the sky, but Blitzle switched to the offensive and the horse disappeared in a blur thanks to his quick attack.
His goal was to slam into the Pansear.
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2011 9:29 pm
Pansear grinned as Blitzle came. He'd jump up to meet the horse head on, only as the attack landed he'd breath out the Yawn attack. In other words, unless Blitzle dodged, he'd receive the soontobesleepeffect, and if he dodged he'd also be abandoning his attack.
The short of it was, if Blitzle was hit, he'd only have one last turn to end this, bringing it down to the climactic finale.
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2011 9:37 pm
Danny's Blitzle kept running without changing his course and took the yawn in exchange for causing some damage.
Blitzle shook his head, the impending sleep already starting to show on his face. They had one more shot to take this monkey down and earn their badge.
"Blitzle, thunder stomp!" Danny yelled, using a combination that had been untested as of yet.
Bucking up, the mane of the zebra started to flash and charge, strong currents of electricity running through it. The mane was the focal point of the current's charge, and all of the electricity was being focused into the spot, so much so that the hair was actually sparking wildly.
Blitzle hit a point of maximum charge, almost overcharge, before he slammed his front hooves down on the level battlefield, his currents carrying along the ground at the same time some cracks started to appear in the gym floor. The vibration from his diamond hard hooves echoed and traveled quickly, looking to trap the Panser and shock the rest of his health away.
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2011 9:40 pm
And then s**t exploded.
Because that's how physics works.
The arena had exploded with an electric styled bomb, and when it was over Blitzle had no opponent.
That's cause Chili had recalled it. He stared at the ball and sighed. "Must be losing my edge after that battle," he said and he sighed.
"Winner, challenger." the PA system announced and Chili took Danny's badge and, like a pro, tossed it across the arena to him. "You win this time!"
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2011 11:05 pm
While Henrietta spoke, Blackbird looked down at the ground with his eyes closed and covered his mouth. A moment later, the area of his beard underneath his fingers began to grow red, stained by the blood that escaped through his lips.
"...A date, huh?" Blackbird struggled to say. He took a handkerchief out of his robes and coughed while holding it up to his face. The little napkin grew a dark red, and then Blackbird removed it from his face and threw it in the trash. His cottony beard looked fine now, if not slightly thinner underneath his mouth.
"Well that sounds terrific!" he said to Henrietta cheerfully, finally turned back to face the trainer, who he hoped was too drunk to notice the mishap. "So, did this person rock your world, or was their tune just a little too faint?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2011 11:08 pm
When you encountered homeless people that bled randomly you did one of two things. First, you asked if they were okay. You were concerned and you tried to help.
Second, you ran like hell just in case they were contagious.
Henrietta eased away from Blackbird. "Ah, no, we didn't do that or anything." She could feel herself flush. "I don't think she's like that," she said.
Then she looked off into the distance and, pretending she didn't see the blood, she said, "I have to go greet a friend about something. If you'll excuse me." She stood up.
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