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 Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 11:55 am
River let out a small gasp of shock when Muuma attacked her little group. She stumbled back a little, but she would manage. The clones, however, would not. They all vanished, leaving only the real Ralts in their wake.
"Uh oh," Jett said, head canting to the left. "Try another Confusion, if you will." He was hoping that this battle wouldn't be embarassingly short, because that would certainly take a hit on his team's confidence.
River glared straight at Muuma and fired yet another Confusion, wondering how nice things would be when she had another attack to use. It was getting kind of old, but she supposed she would live.
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 12:16 pm
The Pokeball clattered to the ground, and Jake continued to watch with a blank stare as it wriggled around once or twice before coming to a standstill, a slight dinging noise ringing out around them. "Heh," he chuckled, bending down to pick the sphere up. "That wasn't so difficult." He looked over at Turtwig, quite happy with the little Pokemon's performance. Despite having drained the remainder of Bidoof's HP, he still felt tired and ready for a good rest. He was still in the same spot where he'd used his Absorb attack, and he looked up at Jake and gave a broad grin. He sure showed her! "You were great, Turtwig," Jake said, kneeling down in front of the Tiny Leaf Pokemon and rubbing his head. The Pokemon cooed and nudged Jake's hand, still a bit wary of his trainer's choice for their new team member. Ah well, maybe with some training and perhaps a little anger management she'd make for a good partner.
Jake thanked Turtwig once again and recalled him into his Pokeball for a well-deserved rest. As luck would have it, all the running he'd done to escape the rampaging Bidoof had brought him right into the near outskirts of Jubilife City, though admittedly the youth's pace had slowed down by this point as the green scenery around him quickly shifted into a busy metropolis with towering skyscrapers rising up above him wherever he looked. As uncomfortable as he was, however, he knew he needed to get to that place where he could get his Pokemon healed, and did his best to focus on the two of them as he wandered through the streets, which were quite crowded even this early in the day. The Pokemon Center wasn't too difficult to find, especially with the many signs pointing him in the proper direction and he stepped through the front doors, feeling slightly hesitant.
The Jubilife Pokemon Center was a bit bigger than the one in Sandgem Town was, though Jake figured that it was probably due to the fact that it had to cater to a lot more people who undoubtedly had a lot more Pokemon among them than in a smaller place like Sandgem. There were four people ahead of him awaiting treatment for their Pokemon so he lined up behind them, quietly waiting until his turn came around. He handed both Pokeballs to the nurse, feeling his stomach rumble angrily. "Is there someplace I could get some food?" he asked, having remembered that there was a cafeteria back at the center in Sandgem.
"Yep, just head to the right, and go down the hall," the pink-haired nurse said, nodding. "You can't miss it." Jake thanked her and tried not to run in the indicated direction, but his hunger got the better of him and soon he was eagerly filling up a tray with several sandwiches and pieces of fresh fruit. He also grabbed a bottle of fruit punch and added that to the stack before he sat down and devoured three of the sandwiches in record time. He saved one each for Turtwig and Bidoof, figuring that the two of them both deserved something to eat, and he brought those and the fruit back with him to the main room, just in time to reclaim his two Pokeballs.
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 12:37 pm
Muuma took the attack, and although this meant her HP dropped even more, at least she'd remained unconfused for now. She glared back at the Psychic-type, floating backwards a bit to her side of the field.
"Psywave," Leon commanded once again. This time, however, as Muuma was preparing to unleash the attack, she felt a similar sensation to when she had discovered the use of Astonish, and decided to follow that instead. Her eyes glowed and shot a multi-coloured beam, the Psybeam heading directly for River.
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 12:45 pm
"You seem to be discovering new attacks today, huh?" Jett asked, noticing that the attack was different from before. "That's kinda cool..."
River did not think it was so cool. She stumbled back once the attack hit her and grumbled something incoherent. She glanced to Jett, as if to say 'Yeah, it's neat, what do I do now?'
"Okay," Jett said, "use Confusion. That seems to be working for us."
River really wished she had another attack now. But with a scowl, she sent yet another telekinetic blast at the Ghost-type, hoping to inflict some Confusion so this battle would be more fun.
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Melphaligal the Challama Crew
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 12:51 pm
Finishing her changing Robin glanced down at Black*Star and gave him a thumbs up. The small pokemon returned her gesture and the two of them proceeded to grab Robin's bag and head out of the locker room and making a quick stop in the cafeteria where Black*Star grabbed and apple which he promptly destroyed, and Robin grabbed a banana which was eaten just as fast. With that quick snack taken care of, it was going to be a long journey back to Oreburg and back, they headed out into the main part of the pokemon center.
Glancing out into the room Robin was a bit surprised to see that it was so busy so early in the morning, well it wasn't super early anymore but still, it was pretty darn busy. She was about to turn away when she spotted someone who looked familiar. Pausing the redhead stared at the boy for a moment before a blush came across her face. It was Jaeshan, the super cute boy she had spent time with at the beach party. At her side Black*Star looked at Robin confused, what was the hold up? Looking over at where she was looking the energetic Totodile didn't see anyone he knew so obviously there was nothing important over there.
'Ok ok calm down Robin!' The girl thought to herself ignoring Black*Stars impatience. 'The super cute guy you spent a lot of time with in a ridiculous looking bathing suit is right over there. No need to panic, just be cool, remember your a lot stronger now then you were when you met him.' She didn't mean stronger as a trainer, well she was but none of those pokemon were with her at the moment, instead she was stronger as a person. Yeah she was stronger now! She wanted to go talk to the super cute blond boy she had meet just a little while ago and screw her embarrassment! "Jaeshan!" Robin called loudly waving her arms excitedly to try to get his attention as she ran over to him. "Hey there! Long time no see yeah?" The redhead turned on her bright smile and hoped that he remembered her.
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Grinning a bit himself Roark was filled with pride as he watched his pokemon land such a strong looking hit on the Tangela. Of course the Mega Drain quickly knocked him out but still it had been impressive. Still the foundations had been laid for Cranidos, recalling Onix, he was going to give his pokemon the nicest wax and buff when he was done with this battle. "Good recovery." He complimented as he watched Onix's picture black out on the wall. "Still my last pokemon is not going to go down so easily." Roark grinned as he pulled out his Cranidos's pokeball and released the ancient pokemon onto the battlefield.
When Cranidos had materialized the ancient and tough looking pokemon glanced around the arena. There across from him was one of those dumb looking grass pokemon. At least the last grass pokemon he had crushed had been pretty, this one was just dumb looking. Snorting the ancient pokemon glanced back at Roark as if to ask him why did he always get the dumb grass pokemon, to which his trainer responded with a shrug.
"All right Cranidos, it's time to avenge your teammates." Ok it would be a miracle if Cranidos could do it but Roark was confident in his pokemon, then again he was confident in all of the ancient pokemon he had under his control. "Cranidos use Sandstorm!" Roark called out, they were going need its comforting embrace. Pulling down the goggles that were on his helmet right now, he watched as one of his Geodude's handed out a complementary set to Mia so the sand wouldn't hurt her eyes at least. He slipped them on just in time because soon the gym became a swirling mass of sand and debris flying everywhere.
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 12:52 pm
Diego's typically sleepy eyes were as round as Pamela Andersen's assets. Oh, wrong mood? I mean, as wide as saucers, as the old colloquialism goes. But anyways, the notoriously lethargic Smeargle sprung into action. Milton was between himself and Mary-Anne, and so Diego had little way of getting to her before danger struck. And so, with speed he was unaccustomed to, he painted one terrifically messy word into the air: "RUN." The two-dimensional word shot through the air before finding Mary-Anne and duplicating itself so that one "RUN" twirled itself down each of her legs to each of her feet, wrapping around her shoes and forcing them into motion. A bewildered M.A. soon found her own legs soon enough and ran of her own prerogative, especially since Milton had began to give chase, giddy with maniacal laughter and swinging an easel above his head, as that had been the only thing he could find to grab. Okay, it sounds ridiculous. But if a madman chased you whilst swinging along a heavy-looking easel as if it were just a rag doll, breaking things as he went along, you'd be terrified too.
Diego lifted Rebecca from her seat on the couch onto his own back; she must have been drugged with some kind of sleeping agent. Why, only Milton knew; the possibilities made Diego shudder somewhat in the face of the growing fire's heat. After situating the little girl, Diego strained his weak legs into action, chasing after Milton's stringy hair disappearing around the corner, his feral growls. What happened to his dear master, that kind, kind man whose benevolence was almost overwhelming...
In the dark hollows of a cave, a younger Milton stopped before a shuddering little mass. The thing, pitifully thin even to the rail-thin Milton looked up at the man reproachfully. It snarled, a little sound that cracked half-way; this was his tribe's cave, and they weren't here now, but they never permitted outsiders to see their ceremonial paintings here inside this cave. They were sacred to this pack of Smeargle. This little one had left his pack one afternoon to soak in the sun across the valley to play around a little, but before long he heard some screeches from his little brothers and sisters, the shouts of his elders, and very distinctively, the protective growl of his mother. He hustled back, of course, but by then it was too late. All that was left were hundreds upon hundreds of scratch marks on the rock cave walls, a mysterious sign of struggle, and what Diego told himself was red paint. Maybe this was his coming of age ceremony, he asked himself? A test of endurance? He adorned himself with the red paint in the traditional manner, sat down, and waited for his pack to come back. And now this man was intruding upon their sacred land...
He reached out a hand, which Diego bit. The man winced but did not move. Diego seemed almost a little shocked when he tasted the coppery liquid that leaked from the man's hand. Blood. The stuff that adorned him, too, was blood. Diego couldn't fool himself any longer, and he felt giant Totodile tears forming. "You're a painter, aren't you? Come, why don't you come with me? Look, there isn't any more place on the walls to paint here... This place is quite eloquently decorated, and I can see the love that went into it, but as much as you fall in love with a work, you cannot simply grow complacent, you must start new works and capture greater and greater things. Outside, there are plenty of canvases to paint on, plenty of subjects to paint about... You won't ever be lonely again," the man said, smiling gently. Diego saw his mother in that smile, stopped biting, started sobbing. "I've been looking for an apprentice, you know? I think you fit the description, perfectly..."
Diego was losing ground. He had never been much of a runner, and the two humans were quite endowed with long legs. But he couldn't set Rebecca down anywhere; the fire was creeping steadily up behind them, finding everything in the dilapidated house quite satiating. Masterpiece after masterpiece on the walls crinkled and gave way to the inferno; Diego was vaguely aware that the world was losing invaluable works, but had to make himself focus on the true significant matter of the hour -- lives. Somewhere in the distance, he could hear Daemyn's furious, confused barking; the manor was a bit complex in architecture, and with the fire collapsing parts of the house, surely it was difficult for him to maneuver. Ulani, however, had taken flight and thus had an easier time. It didn't take her too long to find Diego, who had gotten himself and Rebecca stuck in a ring of fire with little way out.
'What the hell is going on in here?!' she squawked, landing on Diego's head and ignoring the incoming fire altogether.
'Mary-Anne's in trouble!' he wrote in the sky, before realizing that Ulani was illiterate in human speech. So he translated in hieroglyphics, that Milton had gone mad and that M.A.'s life was in danger. In response, Ulani almost took off immediately to save her owner, but then remembered that Diego was in a pickle, too, so sucked up an inordinate amount of air before clutching Diego's upper arms and furiously flapping her cottony wings. They didn't budge for a good thirty seconds, but right before the fire's tongues began to lick up Rebecca's legs Ulani went air-borne, straining as hard as she could until they found somewhere relatively safe.
"You're mute? Well, I guess I wouldn't have been able to understand your speech, but ... it's unfortunate that we can't discuss works, besides through little signs in what you paint and raw emotion," Milton said, furrowing his brow. "Charades, in other words. I'm afraid we'll lose some things in translation that way, though. How about I teach you to read and write, Diego? Since you have that talent of painting in the sky, you'd be able to write anywhere..."
Through colors, symbols, and arrows, Diego asked Ulani to keep an eye out on Rebecca and find Daemyn, he would try to stop Milton himself. She was about to protest that this whole thing was ridiculous, that /her/ first priority was finding Mary-Anne and ensuring her safety, but something in Diego's intense, desperate expression froze her. Well, she supposed she'd trust M.A. in Diego's hands for now... Groaning, the little bird lifted Rebecca onto a couch in a fairly safe area before shooting off to find Daemyn. If there was one thing she did know in all this mess, was that if Daemyn was next to M.A., nothing would ever happen to her... but goddamn, where was that dog?
"Ha! Your canvas is the sky? That's amazing! I know what to call you... Diego, after the famous muralist. Though he was confined to walls, so really, you already have a one-up on the greats, I tell you!"
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 12:55 pm
Muuma braced through the Confusion once more. That attack was really starting to get annoying, and though the rate of confusion was low, if River kept using it, the secondary effect of the attack might actually happen, which would not be good.
"Muuma, use your Psybeam attack again," Leon commanded her, very pleased that she'd learned it. As the multi-coloured ray was once again shot towards River, he wondered if all those Confusion attacks would take their toll on Muuma. Not by making her faint, but by confusing her. Then again, it wouldn't be that bad, as Ghos still had some hit points left and was therefore still able to participate in the battle.
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 1:05 pm
"Keep holding on, River," Jett called, taking somewhat of a risk. If River used all her energy dodging pretty accurate Psychic-moves (at least, he guessed they were Psychic, due the word 'Psy' being in the name...), she would either eventually fail and get hit or lose all of her energy for retaliation. "Confusion! Keep it up!"
River took the hit yet again, grunting some as she slid back. She felt things begin to blur in her mind, and she wondered if this was more powerful than her Confusion. Let's find out... the Feeling Pokemon thought, and she lunged forward, using all her might to power this next blast. Then, she stared right into the Ghost-type's eyes and shook her little white paw, as if to say 'I won't give up to the likes of you!' The longer this battle continued, the more fear eroded away from the Psychic, leaving only a fierce determination to win.
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 1:26 pm
Muuma was starting to feel the effects of this battle, realising that she was getting a bit tired. Still, there was no way she was going to lose, especially since she'd already beaten the little Pokémon once before. As the pain from River's latest Confusion dulled down, she also realised that she was suddenly seeing things distorted. Now, at any other time, she would have realised this meant that she was Confused, but seeing as how she was, she had absolutely no idea what was going on, and floated a bit wobbly side to side for a moment.
Leon did not like the looks of that, and as he watched Muuma trying to stay in one place but somehow being unable to, he realised that she had become Confused. He pulled out her PokéBall almost immediately and returned her, not even wanting to waste a move hoping that she'd hit, and sent out a weary Ghos in her place. "Lick, Ghos," He commanded as the Gas Pokémon appeared. Tired as he was, Ghos floated over to River and stuck out his tongue, aiming to lick the Ralts up the side of the face and maybe even Paralyse her as well.
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 1:27 pm
The alarm on Riza's phone woke her up quite early the next morning, and she decided to let Eris sleep in a bit longer as she went off to have a quick shower. Once she was nice and refreshed, she dressed and gathered up her things. Eris was awake now and she motioned for the Quilava to follow her as she headed out into the main lobby. She returned her room key and left a message for the nurse to give to Shiro once he was up. It simply said that she had many preparations to make before her debut as a coordinator in tonight's contest, and the he probably did as well, and she didn't want to interfere with his training nor did she want any company for hers.
First of all she made sure she had enough food for each of her Pokemon, which she fed in separate groups. Akima and Eris, then Plua and Diemia. She fed Yula and Faustus last, knowing that the empathic Kirlia and her psychic abilities could help to get a better read on the poor, timid Dratini. It had been a pretty good plan, as Yula had managed to convey her kind feelings to the young dragon. He understood now that he was part of the team, though he was a little intimidated by the thought of the teammates he hadn't yet met. Riza decided to remedy that too though, and before long all her Pokemon were out at once. Plua was her normal grumpy self, flying up and landing on a nearby tree branch as she glared down at her so called teammates. Diemia wasn't grumpy but she was her usual, uncaring self. Akima and Eris were the only two of Riza's Pokemon that seemed happy to meet their new teammate, and Riza was happy to see that Faustus didn't seem to mind them. She'd forgotten that Dratini were rather quite large, as Faustus was easily six-feet long. The fact that he was bigger than all of his teammates didn't seem to help his confidence though, as he did spend most of his time hiding behind Riza and Yula.
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Katie couldn't help but breath a light sigh of relief when she saw that Turtwig was unable to battle, and she gave a little nod of respect towards the fallen grass-type. If the Turtwig she'd met at Rowan's lab had been that gung-ho and energetic she might have chosen it instead of Genki....nah, Katie had never second guessed her choice of Pokemon and she wasn't about to do it now. "Good job, Noa," she said, looking up at the Staravia as she flew back to this end of the arena, looking a bit roughed up but otherwise fine. Her wings ached a little from the dozens of tiny cuts decorating them, but it was nothing she couldn't handle! She let out a loud trill and looked back to Gardenia's side of the field, just as the gym leader released her third and final Pokemon, a Roserade.
Katie's eyes went wide at the sight of it and she smiled without meaning to. She'd been wondering if someday Seraph would want to evolve, but now wasn't the time to think about that. "You can evade that easily!" she called, upon seeing the Weather Ball being hurled. Noa chirped in quick agreement and gave her wings a quick flap, flying forward with a quick boost of speed as the ball of light just missed grazing her tail feathers. "Keep it up," Katie called, looking over at the Roserade. 'Might be a good idea to scout out what kind of moves this Pokemon might know,' she thought.
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 1:36 pm
He switched out... Jett noticed, remembering how River had defeated the Gastly before. Hopefully, she could do it again, but they were both considerably weakened. "Hey, use Confusion! You know what to do."
River did, and she felt herself smiling as the Gastly neared. Once Ghos was in range, she blasted the telekinetic wave, attempting to blast him back before he could Lick her again. The thought made her shudder.
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 1:47 pm
Milton was drawing close, having a surprising amount of speed for a sickly looking fella. Well, madness will do that for you, I suppose. M.A., meanwhile, was definitely getting tired; she always prided herself on being a bit of a tomboy, but she had inherited her mother's frailty, too, and hence had no endurance. It didn't help that the smoke kept stinging her eyes and blinding her, and she was running haphazardly through a house where she couldn't tell one direction from another. She tried to call for Daemyn -- heard him barking distantly -- but every time she tried, her throat filled with ash and she choked, began to cry.
Half delirious from sleep and the absurdity of the situation, M.A. felt her body grind to a stop at a fork in the hallway, hoping that she had at least a second to breathe, maybe. She didn't. Turning around to see where Milton was, she saw that he was mere feet away, and crack! the easel went, smashing down on her face. M.A. vaguely felt a metal clamp tear down her forehead to her cheek within the astounding pain that was the easel breaking into two on her skull. She saw stars and could see little else; all she wanted to do was lie down and curl up in a ball and cry, but she was slowly coming to the realization that this was real, right here, that there was a real threat to her life, that this suspense was not another late night show or dream. Terror bid her to stand up and stagger down the right hallway, a terror so strong that she couldn't breathe even if she tried to inhale the smoggy air. She had never felt such intensity in her life. At the same time, possibly because she couldn't register this intensity, a small voice in the chaos that was her brain brain remained aloof from the action, as if this danger really was a temporal business that she would laugh about tomorrow. That voice commented such frivolous things such as, "Well, great, I'd never thought I'd die from being beat to death with an easel." "Not like I couldn't see before, but now I got blood blinding me? Bloody perfect. Ha. No pun intended."
"Come, m'dear!" Milton shouted, laughing, still swinging half of the easel about him; he no longer ran, having sensed the weakness of his prey. "I'll take you with us to that magnificent horizon! Diego just won't leave without you, it seems! Or maybe you'll go to hell and burn for your wretched witch wickedness, for stealing my Diego from me!" He cackled.
M.A. figured that she couldn't wait for Daemyn anymore. She had to do something. Something. What? Objective: escape. Obstacles: Fire, to-be-murderer. Her brain swarmed over these facts, could make no sense of it in its bloody haze. She staggered into the black room that Milton had not permitted her entrance before, and saw, distantly, why. What crude pictures, she thought. Then she had an idea.
When Milton entered the room after her, having taken his time, M.A. smashed a painting on his head from the side of the door, sending him staggering backwards. He collapsed under his own feet in the corner, and M.A. was about to book it when she heard the man groan. Sympathy (and guilt, if you'd believe it) got the best of her, and she leaned over to see if he was kinda alright (though what she would've done if he wasn't alright, she didn't know either). Before she could even blink, however, Milton had grabbed her arm, twisted it back, and laid the jagged edge of the easel's wood on her neck. She struggled a bit, but to no avail; it merely popped her shoulder and cut her neck ever so slightly.
It was then that Diego appeared, panting. 'Stop!' he painted, the large word floating in front of Milton's face. Milton stopped. 'Leave her be! I'll go with you. Just let her be,' the Smeargle painted furiously. Milton stared at the sentences blankly before waving them from his face, his lips curving in a feral smile. "No, Diego. I want to destroy her. I want to tear her hair --" he stopped a moment, and with the hand that held that jagged piece of wood, pulled her hair back harshly. M.A. gasped, sobbing noiselessly now; she felt so wretched, it was overwhelming. "I want to tear her limbs. I want to see how it feels like, to destroy a life. I have yet to do this in this lifetime. I want to see her pain, as her life fades from her eyes," he said, slowly, licking his chapped lips at the end.
Diego bit his lip. 'Then let me kill her. Let me feel it. As an old favor to the friend. It's the least you can do, after leaving me alone for a year.'
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 2:03 pm
Ghos had been in bad shape already, and once the Confusion attack hit him, that was it. The gas that made up most of his body began to spread out further, leaving only the dark black ball in the middle. Leon returned the Gas Pokémon and murmured, "Improving," in a surprisingly soft tone as he returned the PokéBall to its pocket on the inside of his coat. He pulled out Muuma's PokéBall once again and realeased the Screech Pokémon, ordering a Psybeam as she appeared on the battlefield once more.
No longer confused, Muuma shot out the beam towards River, wanting to just beat the Feeling Pokémon once and for all.
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 2:16 pm
River felt the excitement of having defeated an opponent, but then that Ghost-type came back! She groaned inwardly, feeling fatigued from all this battling. Perhaps six clones had been too much...?
"Confusion!" Jett called, heart pounding. The battle had excited him, too, and now he just wanted to beat this guy. All thoughts of beating Roxanne, of what he was actually working towards with each battle and training session, they had vanished from his mind. Now only a mantra echoed in his head, his own voice chanting Winwinwinwin! Winwinwin!
River took the hit like she thought she should, and suddenly things slowed down. The Psychic-type staggered forward, aiming her paw at Muuma, but nothing came. Her thoughts slurred as she swayed, and finally, the Ralts collapsed.
Jett stood there, as if reality had been broken around him. He swallowed once, took a deep breath, and forced away the disappointment that ate away at him. This trainer was obviously stronger than him at the start, and Jett should've been somewhat realistic about it all. He silently recalled River and stared at Leon, lips tugging upwards into a fierce smile. "One day, I promise, I'll beat you." He intended to keep his word, and he turned, beginning to head back to Rustboro. "You shouldn't have trouble with Roxanne, you know."
Jett only hoped that with some of the experience he had gained in the past three days, he wouldn't have trouble, either.
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 2:57 pm
Muuma floated back to Leon's side triumphantly, turning around to face Jett's direction again as he began to speak. "Alright," Leon responded simply to Jett declaration. He turned and began walking back towards Rustboro to get his own Pokémon healed up, deciding that he was ready to challenge Roxanne now.
As he walked, he began to think about his Pokémon's limited move types. So far, their attacks (or at least the offensive ones) consisted of Psychic- and Ghost-type, which really was not a wide variety. He pulled out his wallet and flipped through it quickly, deciding that he would pick up a TM if he could afford it after visiting the Pokémon Center.
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