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Melphaligal the Challama Crew
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 Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 5:42 pm
Violet watched the battle going on between the two fire pokemon soemwhat nervously. She didn't want her pokemon to get hurt but she realised that Magmar's were fistey pokemon and this was and she could always have it healed if it got to hurt. She didn't say anything as she stood behind Mike watching the two pokemon battle.
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 6:00 pm
Now!
Felsic stopped spinning and immediately dug his front claws into the Magmar's arm. She yelped out in pain, as the Quilava used his flexibility to bend himself backwards, his stomach pointing into the air. Lifting up his backside, he blew a Smokescreen into the Magmar's face using the pores on it's lower back. She shrieked, using her other arm to wave the smoke from it's eyes. Felsic released his grip, pulling back his paw. The scarf glowed once more, powering up his already strong Crush Claw attack. The strike scored an effective hit, the female Magmar crumbling to the ground.
She lost and she knew it. Standing up, the Magmar looked at the opposing Pokemon with an entirely different expression: respect. The mother limped over to the small pile of eggs. Murmuring something, she gently picked up the largest one and handed it to the little fire Pokemon. Felsic accepted it with a warm smile, hobbling over to Mike and giving it to him.
The trainer pet his Pokemon, recalling all but Nitro and Portabello. He bowed to the Magmar, thanking her for the egg. "I'll raise it strong, just like you." With that he whirled around, a smile on his face. Saying his goodbyes and thank you's to the ever beautiful Violet, Mike prepped to leave. He tried to remember where he should go, the battle still fresh in his mind. Images in his mind flashed of a beautiful Fire Blast technique, flying towards an opponent. His mind's eye distorted the fiery attack into the outrageous hair of one of his friends, her expression was far from positive.
"OH SHI-!"
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 6:10 pm
A lump began to form in Mike's throat as he practically dove onto Nitro, recalling Portabello even though he was starting to climb on as well. "You! Fly! Petalburg!" He shouted, already practicing apologies.
Nitro knew Flannery's temper all to well; he'd seen it first hand. Years ago, he and Mike witnessed a teenage Flannery beat the merciless crap out of someone trying to rob the Lavaridge Gym. Who knew someone so pretty could be so...volatile? It seemed her favored type suited her.
One powerful stroke of his wings and they were gone, tearing through the sky back to their friend.
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 6:20 pm
"Flannery, I'm really sorry. I was kidnapped! Yeah-uh, by Team Magma!" The boy held down his cap from blowing away in the wind, that being the least of his worries.
Wrong, try again Mr. Smooth. Milo laughed, happy to see Mike in a jam.
Mike frowned, his demented alter ego never came up at a good time. That wasn't even a good insult!
"You know Flannery, if you didn't wander off, I wouldn't have forgotten you." He tried again, smacking his head afterwards.
I like that one.
Really? He sounded surprised, maybe Milo was offering help?
Yeah, it'll be amusing to see how many paramedics it'll take to scrape you off the Petalburg landscape.
Maybe not.
I hate you.
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 6:21 pm
At that very moment, and very volatile indeed, Flannery had given up her search and was now waiting at a small, outdoor cafe, sipping a hot beverage. On the outside, her demeanor was cool and collected, but inside, she was filling with rage, much like a volcano. When the server asked her if she'd like a refill, she nearly jumped all over him, but managed to keep herself in check, and politely declined. One could probably see the smoke coming from her ears for miles. "When I see that boy again, I'm going to give him a piece of my mind!" she grumbled, slamming her cup on the table and shaking the whole thing. Her fingers drummed noisily on the table, and she'd let her hair down. Moment by moment, she grew angrier...
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 6:40 pm
Nitro pretty much crashed onto the ground, 'landing' on the plain ground of Petalburg with a loud thud. Mike released Portabello, throwing Titanium's Pokeball at him. "THIS GOES TO MOM NOW!" The Breloom was gone faster than a Jolteon, quite terrified of his master at the moment.
Recalling his Charizard, Mike dashed over to a local flower vendor and purchased a dozen roses. He brushed off his clothes and placed the roses in his backpack, speedily moving towards the cafe Flannery was at.
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 6:44 pm
((Not quite sure where I left off so I'll just start up again.))
Mag sent out Sunfire to deal with the Butterfree that Searcy had sent out. "Start off with a Wish and then an Ember. You can take it from there." Mag said to his pokemon. "Use Psybeam and Stunspore!" Searcy shouted to his Butterfree.
Sunfire quickly stored up some energy for later and then dived to the side as a powerful Psybeam came flying just past his left side. He retaliated with a quick Ember that singed the flying monster. "Reee!!!" it shouted as it launched another Psybeam that smashed square into Sunfire. It quickly let Spores go flying tward the Flareon. He dodged to the side in the nik of time to send off another blast.
The flames struck once more and it seemed that Butterfree had a Burn. "Oh crud!" Searcy muttered. "Use Psychic and finish it now!" he added to his curse. The Butterfree glew green for a moment and then so did Flareon. He was quickly launched several feet into the air and then smashed into the ground. "Now! Blazing Quick Attack!!" Mag commanded.
Light shone around Sunfire as he regained energy from Wish. Then he began to exhale flames and he launched into a Quick Attack. The flames streaked beneath the Butterfree and then shot up at it. They struck in a particularly larger flame outpouring. Sunfire landed from the aftermath and the Butterfree landed on the ground unconcious.
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 7:05 pm
"I'll wait for five more minutes," The gym leader grumbled, checking her watch for the hundreth time. "Then I'm catching a train and going home!" She folded her arms and leaned back in her chair, still looking angry, yet somewhat childish. "I can't believe this," she muttered, wondering why she was talking to herself. "How could he just forget about me?" For a split second the angry face melted into one of sadness, but it was only momentary. She tapped her foot against the leg of her table, her impatience at near maximum.
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 7:12 pm
Mike almost didn't recognize her with her hair down, she looked almost cuter with it like that. Placing his bag on the ground, he gently tapped on her shoulder, his hand shaking. "Excuse me miss..." He spoke in his shy defeated tone.
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 7:26 pm
Flannery didn't have to turn around to know it was him. She was visibly shaking with rage, and she was nearly grinding her teeth together in complete and total anger. She took a deep breath and stood up so quickly the chair she'd been seated in went flying behind her several feet. "You," she began, pointing a finger in his face, "you forgot about me!"
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 7:35 pm
Mike's eyes widened at the flying chair. "Meep!" He squeaked, hoping it didn't hit anyone. The boy stood as tall as he could, feeling quite short in comparison. "I'm sorry Flannery, I just...I..." He poked his two pointer fingers together, looking back at his backpack. "...I was only a half an hour, I thought you'd like some quiet time alone on the beach. You never get any privacy in your Gym and I felt really sorry for you." He pulled out the roses, holding them out in front of him with an sad apologetic expression. "I just wanted you to have a nice vacation..."
Whipping around the corner, Portabello stopped to catch his breath at the doorway to the cafe. Mike, I did i- POW! A random flying chair scored a critical hit, knocking the Breloom senseless.
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 7:54 pm
"Hmph." Flannery grumbled, folding her arms, trying not to notice the aromatic roses held out in front of her "So obviously you weren't listening when I asked if I could travel with you, were you?" she asked, her voice still irritated. "I didn't even get to see the rest of your gym battle. I don't even know if you won." Now it was her turn to look a little sad. "I don't like being alone," she admitted, looking at the ground for a second. "And I don't like people feeling sorry for me either." She looked into his eyes, and took the roses, and a split second later, her free hand had formed a fist, and she swung it around quickly, catching Mike square in the shoulder, knocking him to the ground in an amazing show of strength. "You'd better not do it again," she warned, admiring the roses. Then, she bent down and gently kissed his lips. "Apology accepted," she whispered.
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 8:11 pm
Grabbing his jacket collar and thrusting it up to his face in attempt to cover up his face, which was practically on fire. She kissed me!! SHE KISSED ME!! His flame-proof clothes felt like they'd combust at any moment, or himself for that matter his heart was beating so fast. "I--um-I'll-” The boy was a mess, his brain shouting out hundreds of things to say. Even Milo was cheering him on.
"Flan-n-wha..-what does this mean?!" Mike got up really fast, covering his still reddened face with his hat. Suddenly she seemed to look even more beautiful, even more attractive to the boy. He looked her up and down frantically, sweat starting to pour down his face, his normally shaggy hair all in a frizz.
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 8:24 pm
"Huh? What does this mean?" Flannery stood, blinking at him. She had no idea he'd react like this, she was starting to look quite embarrased herself. "I was thanking you for the roses," she said, almost regretting her actions. "They're... they're lovely. But, are you... are you alright?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 8:34 pm
And just like that, Mike's heart split in two.
He dropped his backpack on the ground and wore an almost blank stare. "Yes. Yes of course you were." His face returned to normal, trying to choke back the lump in his throat. "Yeah! I'm -urk- fine!" He forced a smile. "Happy to give them to you, after all, we're good friends right? I'm going to go wash my face, I'll be right back."
Dashing out of the cafe and jumping over some unconscious Breloom, Mike skidded on the sand and shoved his whole head in the water. Knowing that no one could hear him, he let out the loudest scream he possibly could. He sobbed as he pulled himself from the ocean, happy no one was around to see him like this. Shaking his hair dry, he pressed it down with his hair and set his cap back onto place, slowly walking back to the restaurant. Mike walked back in and threw the best fake smile he could, although something told him she saw right through it.
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