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In the Garden of Monsters rolled 1 20-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-20)
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In the Garden of Monsters Crew
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 Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2011 9:53 pm
It was a Christmas miracle, minus Christmas. Phoebe's leap has taken her out of Croagunk's reach, albeit only by inches. The female Nidoran hit her shoulder as she came down, but the pain wasn't anything important now. She scrambled to her feet, breath escaping in short pants.
Vanni's hands were balled in fists, crushing the rustling green fabric of her skirt. This battle had gone on for long enough. Without ceremony, she barked, "Scratch!"
This had gone on long enough. Like a small battered rocket, Phoebe flung herself forward. Her claws were outstretched, still dripping with the Croagunk's blood and ready to rip through his flesh. /I am going to finish you!/ she hissed vehemently, speaking for the first time since she had entered the Battle Arena.
Nidoran [Female, Phoebe]
lvl:2/Brave
Hp: 7/14 Pp: 17 Att: 7 Def: 7 Spd: 6 Sp Att: 7 Sp Def: 7
Moves: Growl, Scratch
Exp: 0/100
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Grey Moonfang IV rolled 1 20-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 2:28 am
(14 - 4) + (7 - 7) = 10 DMG
Poochyena HP: 4
The pup's lack luster defense would prove to be as poor a choice as it appeared. Loosing an angry roar, Fable's blazing fist slammed hard into the canines side. Fire spread across the beasts fur, charring it before quickly dying down to mere embers. Only a little more heat, and the dog would have been badly burned.
This was the renewed strength of the Charmander's conviction. That last battle had truly been the final straw. No longer would he lose. Never again would a scar be left upon his flesh. He burn all those that opposed him in the blazing inferno of his spirit!
Flames dispersing from his claws, Fable darted backward. Such a declaration however, was only of any use if he managed to uphold it. Knees bent, fangs bared, the battle worn Charmander held his ground, preparing to take whatever it was the Poochyena would attempt to throw back at him.
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Grey Moonfang IV Vice Captain
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Grey Moonfang IV Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 2:35 am
Chaos Divide
 Nicolas Montague of the Guard Class-------------- "I tip my hat to you"
The tap of a cane against the floor sounded, the smooth, black instrument was twirled lightly in his right hand while his left raised to adjust his hat that sat aschew atop his head.
At 13 he was tall, ridiculously tall, nearing six foot even to be exact. The hat didn't seem to help with his imposing height and black of his attire only assisted in making him all the more intimidating. The icing on the cake was the black eyepatch covering his right eye with faint telltale scars visible from under it. Despite it all, despite the menacing aura of his demeanor, a brilliant smile was on his face that held no cynical curl. The male made his slow way into the battle area, his strut was confident and his steps light. At his side sauntered in a Snivy wearing a black bowtie around its throat to match it's master, but unlike his trainer the Grass Type's expression was far from friendly and almost 'smug' for all appearances.
"Well, what've we here?" The blue-haired boy asked to no one in particular, glancing around lazily across the room. "What do you think, Edgeworth? Try a Tutorial course first?" He glanced down to the Snivy next to him and the Pokemon shook it's head in annoyance.
"Sniiiii, sniivy." The Grass Type shrugged its shoulders. 'Whatever you wish, Sir.'
[Refresher course, please and thank you~]
IMG]http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h124/Kama_Enoki/snivy.gif[/IMG]
"Edgeworth"
Snivy [M]
Lvl: 2 / Serious Nature
Hp: 14 /14
Pp: 17
Att: 7 Def: 7 Spd: 8 Sp Att: 7 Sp Def: 7
Moves: Tackle, Grass Pledge
Exp: 0/100
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Lunarsun rolled 1 20-sided dice:
12
Total: 12 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 4:01 am
(-2 attack I believe it's 2/3 now on disable)
The Charm would work as the flying squirrel would shift downwards once more. She actually pulled her arms closed ...closing the flap of skin and allowing herself to plummet all at once as she would land on the girl's outstretched arm. She would tuck the pokemon into herself as she looks upwards at her opponent.
This wasn't good ...they had a wait before she would be free again ....as she looks upwards for the voice. The same one that had started this match as it seemed that it was quite funny to them.
"Stop laughing, this isn't funny ...or at least it's not to us."
She growled ....as Aella peeked her head from underneath her arm. Afterall, she had plan for this to be a almost flawless victory.
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Lunarsun rolled 1 20-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 4:06 am
But, Bellsprout being as small as a weed ....is hard to actually squeeze as the pokemon would literally drop it's leaves and slither out of the pokemon's coils. completely unharm as he smiles once before those same leaves would whip at him ....as the pokemon uses Vine Whip once more.
This was a match that even though ....it looked like it should be going his way ....was actually starting to shift towards the Bellsprout in term of just strength and ability ...as his mouth widens at the ends as his smies.
Bellsprout
lvl: 2/Adamant
Hp: 13/14 Pp: 17 Att: 8 Def: 7 Spd: 7 Sp Att: 7 Sp Def: 6
Moves: Vine Whip, Encore
Exp to gain: 67
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Lunarsun rolled 1 20-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 4:12 am
The Kecleon was actually surprised at the move ....as the roar hit her and she clamp her paws to her ears as she tries to block it out. But ....as the sound of the roar intensifies ...she started to glow red, and without a trainer calling it ...she is sent flying upwards as a red light ....as it seems she has once more vanish from the arena.
A victory? Though that isn't true ...for in a trainer battle if a roar is done ...the opponent would simply be switched out ...as another red light seemed to fly from the ceiling and land on the ground as the opponent would change.
A loud hiss and eyes that locked on her new target. Things had actually gotten quite worst for the Growlithe as the Seviper's tongue flick out of her mouth before she opens it wide and send out a Dark Pulse.
Seviper
lvl:2/Naughty
Hp: 15 Pp:19 Att: 9 Def: 8 Spd:8 Sp Att: 9 Sp Def: 7
Moves: Wrap, Dark Pulse
Exp to be gained: 100
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 4:18 am
(6 - 3 + 7 - 7 = 3dmg}
Those claws would slice into the Croagunk once more ....as the pokemon would be knocked backwards and unconcious. Though the last wound was shallow it was enough to know him out cold, and thus, the battle was over ....and they were the victory as the pokemon disappeared in a reddish light.
"Congratulations on your victory." "You are now qualified to join your class, though first return to the Auditorium and register yourself ....and continue to the tables from there."
The voice declares as dead as always, but for once it was a good sign.
Croagrunk[m]
lvl:2/Jolly
Hp: -1/14 Pp: 17 Att: 8 Def: 7 Spd: 7 Sp att: 7 Sp Def: 7
Moves: Astonish, Counter
Exp your pokemon gain: 50
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Lunarsun rolled 1 20-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 4:21 am
~Chatter aren't you ....but be aware, you aren't the only one whom can disappear~
She declares with a wink as the Meinfoo drew her arms in front of herself in a motion that makes slow circles. The end of those circles would have her completely behind her arms .....as she peeked at the dog as he came come, and then jumped upwards with her full strength. So that he would if she was successful find himself charging nothing but air ....as she plans to land back on her paws exactly as she had jumped behind him.
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Lunarsun rolled 1 20-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 4:26 am
The dog would land on his back at first as he flips back to his paws. The pain of the flames made him quickly rethink standing as he sits down and starts to lap at his pelt again. The entire situation once more seemed to be lost on the pokemon as he finally looks up once he is sure that his fur wasn't burnt and looked at his opponent. His ears cocked to once side ....he really hadn't realized that he was in a battle as he stood up and shook himself. A patch of grey fur covering half of his back was now black as he growls at the Charmander.
He had been attacked, and for what he understood no good reason. His claws would click on the ground ...as his ears went flat and his teeth were bared. He would show his opponent, he would teach him better .....as his tail flicks behind him.
Now, he was ready to fight and even though he already injured and in pain .....he was going to make them regret what they had done to him ....as he formed his rage in his mouth. Letting wave after wave of dark thoughts gather as he would finally open his maw to reveal the dark pulse ......as he releases it towards the Charmander.
If they plan to be rought then he would make them regret every move they made.
Poochyena (m)
lax/lv: 2
Hp: 4/14 Pp: 16 Att: 7 Def: 7 Spd: 7 Sp Att: 6 Sp Def: 5
moves: Tackle, Dark Pulse
Exp to be gained: 34
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 10:03 am
Nicolas Montague of the Guard Class-------------- "I tip my hat to you"
"I prefer Nick, but whatever floats your boat mysterious disembodied voice." His tone was polite and he even raised his free hand to tip his hat up slightly.
Glancing around quietly across the dark room with his lone eye, the boy wait patiently for the cackling to end and when it had he smiled wrily.
Ah, that was more like it. Less ominous more foreshadowing. Nicolas smiled broadly in response to the voice despite it's vicious undertone, he didn't seem to be worried or intimidated in the slightest and simply took a single step back as the potion formed near his feet. Evade the grim jaws of fate?
Stop death? They had potions that could do that? It was all very suspicious but he shrugged it off and pointed to the vial while addressing his Snivy.
"You heard the laughing man Edgeworth, drink up." The Grass Type grumbled a protest, possibly questioning the health risks of drinking strange, glowing blue liquids given to them by strangers.
Regardless the Snivy did as bid and dropped the vial with a cough of disgust at the foul substance he'd just ingested. Nicolas pondered vaguely whether it just tasted bad or Edgeworth was being overdramatic, but he quickly moved on to other matters. After all, they had a nightmare to deal with now yes?
"Come forth then, friend!" He declared, raising his cane outward as though a sword to signal the beginning of a battle. "Let us see if you're just full of hot air or not~" His words tinged with an challenge, but he continued to show his teeth in a pleasant grin.
"Edgeworth"
Snivy [M]
Lvl: 2 / Serious Nature
Hp: 14 /14
Pp: 17
Att: 7 Def: 7 Spd: 8 Sp Att: 7 Sp Def: 7
Moves: Tackle, Grass Pledge
Exp: 0/100
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In the Garden of Monsters Crew
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 10:56 am
The second the Croagunk faded from existence, Vanni darted forward to Phoebe's side. She pulled out a lacy handkerchief and began to clean the blood off the Nidoran. For her part, Phoebe was content to let her mistress tend to her wounds, giving the girl an affectionate nuzzle. They sat there for a half a minute in their own little world.
When Vanni was satisfied with her work, she returned her handkerchief to her pocket, allowed Phoebe to clamber to her shoulder, and rose. She gave a polite nod to the room, not really caring that it couldn't see. Without acknowledging the other fighting groups in the room, she left with as much dignity as she arrived.
[EXIT]
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Grey Moonfang IV rolled 1 20-sided dice:
18
Total: 18 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 12:06 pm
"I prefer to seek ships child! Ever hear of the S.S.Anne?...not my doing, but wasn't that a grande moment in history? GWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" The voice cackled boisterously, the sound seeming to reverberate off the walls; though the youth would note that no one else seemed to take notice. It was if not a single other person was capable of hearing their conversation.
For a moment the voice actually went silent after that, the quiet before the storm as it were. The blue glow from the vial appeared upon a different section of the floor, something rising up from it "...and who says I'm a man?" The voice echoed, sounding rather feminine, at least before abruptly cutting in with "...NOT! GWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" The sinister, masculine tones of the voice returned rather promptly, just as the child's opponent finished it's entrance onto the field.
What Nicolas would find himself faced with would be something one only expected in horror stories. Fur patchy and matted with dirt, the Pokemon's almost soulless eyes enhanced by their natural black colour; it was a Minccino which practically looked as if it had just risen from the grave.
"Lesson one boy, speed is everything! Minccino use Iron Tail!!!" The voice called out, starting slow and dramatically increasing the pace of his words as he went toward the end. He was trying to keep the young trainer from even registering what was really happening!
Without making a sound, the Minccino bolted forward with all the speed it could muster. Tail flicking back and forth behind it the Pokemon picked up pace dramatically as it ran head first for the Snivy. Once he was within three feet of the rather smug looking reptile, the almost decaying beast leaped into the air, flipping as his tail took on a stunning silver sheen.
((Alright. As you already noticed, or managed to recall, at the beginning of a battle both Trainer's will post their Pokemon's stats. Whomever has the highest SPD stat will take the first attack turn. In the even of both Pokemon having the same SPD stat, they'll both attack simultaneously without consequence. Whoever wins the attack roll will then move onto their defense while the loser will then try to attack again.))
((That brings me to my next point. During each post in battle we will roll 1D20. This is called an accuracy roll. As the name implies this will decide whether or not a move hit's or misses. For example, say I'm attacking and you are defending. If I roll a 15, and you a 7, the attack will hit. Opposingly if I roll a 7 and you a 15, the move will miss. ))
Minccino [M]
Lv 2
Nature: Hasty
Stats:
HP:14/PP:17/ATK:7/DEF:6/SPD:8/SP-ATK:8/SP-DEF:8
MOVES:
- Iron Tail
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Grey Moonfang IV Vice Captain
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Grey Moonfang IV rolled 1 20-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-20)
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Grey Moonfang IV Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 12:21 pm
Feet planted against the ground, Fable would take the Poochyena's attack head on. The dark, malicious ball of energy would collide with scales and immediately disperse. Such attacks weren't going to work against this Charmander!
Hatred...raw and pure...Fable expected it. Since the day he had chosen to follow Raven the boy had taught him much about what it meant to be strong. He warned that with strength would come hatred, hatred and envy. The hatred of those he had defeated, of those that could not beat him, and the envy of those that wanted his strength for his own. The path of true strength did not involve the physical alone; one had to be prepared to temper their emotions as well.
"It's time...Fable, end this with another Fire Punch!" Raven ordered firmly, eyes still focused upon their opponent. He'd said to finish this; but he had to be prepared for the opposite outcome to be true. There were two sides to every coin. One had to be ready for both heads and tails.
Tail lashing to one side, the Charmander's flame seemed to burn brighter then before. "CHAAAAAARRR!!!" Fable roared his simple war cry, charging forward with all the speed he could manage upon only two of his legs. As he neared his opponent, the Charmander lifted up one leg and slid. Tail swaying to his right, Fable pulled back his arm and let it pass through the blazing fire at the tip, then in the same motion swung that arm forward. He was about to roast this hot dog!
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 12:22 pm
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Grey Moonfang IV Vice Captain
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Grey Moonfang IV rolled 1 20-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-20)
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Grey Moonfang IV Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 12:23 pm
"And that fact makes it even more hilarious! GWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!" Nightmare cackled uproariously, as if the young girl had just made the most magnificent joke of the century. Several moments passed where the laughter would continue, the Castform doing nothing as it awaited it's next command.
Finally the laughter began to slow, then at last stop "Ah...that was good...I haven't laughed like that since I was a little girl...now that was a fun night on the town! They never expect the little girl! GWAHAHAHAHAHA..." He began cackling once again, but quickly managed to stop. He'd best not allow his over developed sense of humor get the best of him. "Castform, Ominous Wind!" Nightmare ordered sharply. He had to make use of the girl's inability to attack while he still could!
Once more it would appear as if the shadows themselves began to swirl about the child and her Pokemon, malice filling the very air. An ominous, frightened feeling would hit most trainers right about now; accompanied closely by a spine tingling chill up their spine, the kind that warned of impending doom...
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