Though she may have started out in the Buneary's path, she wouldn't be for long. Unsurprisingly the little brown bunny was far more fleet of foot then the Chansey, zigzagging around her and continuing to run around like a lunatic as he evaded the soapy water. The mother however, distracted from keeping her eyes on the nut case she claimed as kin, would smack right into the larger pink Pokemon with a startled 'eep'. Falling on her furry end, the Buneary would cast the Chansey a rather unimpressed looking stare. When she rose however she would simply dust herself off and walk around her ">Well don't just stand there. Help me!<" She demanded, clearly baring none of her son's more skittish qualities. Briefly she'd point off towards the bushes, where Jasmine would find a number of full water buckets, then ran off to chase her child once more.
Bath Brawl!
Objective: Drench the Buneary! RULES: Each post you will only need to roll 1 D20. This is for accuracy. Each post I will roll 2 D20. The first will be for the Buneary's dodge. The second will be to mark the distance of your target. A far away target is worth more points then one close by. Your score will be decided by your Roll + Your Pokemon's SP-ATK + Distance. Final Score Divided by number of failures . If you miss you gain no points. Successfully hit the Buneary 3 times to win!
Nightingale didn't even stop for instruction from Jasmine, running and nabbing a bucket... that Buneary boy was certainly all his species lived up to their reputation, she just grabbed for one bucket, yelling after the mother, [I'll splash him, you nab him when he's distracted!!]
She looked at the Buneary bouncing back and forward, then twirled, before tossing the bucket's contents forward, remembering to keep hold of the bucket and make sure she didn't accidentally smack one of them with it instead!
Once more the Chansey's speed would prove insufficient when compared to that of the Buneary, though not by as wide a margin as before. Ducking, rolling, then bounding off in the other direction the screaming little rabbit would manage to avoid so much as a dot of water upon his coat. This would not be as easy as scooping icecream! Bounding about, the Buneary continued to do his darnedest to avoid both his mother and the Chansey!
The Buneary certainly was fast on its feet... but it was moving CLOSER to her, not further away!
Nightingale blinked, it was fast, but it still didn't seem to be thinking of anything about WHICH way to dodge, it was still a kid it seemed...
She smiled... she knew how to do it now, she WAITED for her shot, pulling the bucket back, she would wait, and wait... until it would look back at her... and when it would look for her to see where her throw was going, only THEN did she suddenly toss the water at it!
Amazingly the Chansey would manage to douse the Buneary this time, but not enough. Though his fur was a bit slick with the water, most of it rolled off rather then soaking through. Sliding through the newly formed mud from all that water, the Buneary would actually manage to get a little dirtier as she slipped away from his mother's clutches! Nope he definitely wasn't going to be taken down that easily! He considered himself weak and worthless in battle, but if there was one thing he was good at it was running away!
Jazzfox rolled 1 20-sided dice:
6Total: 6 (1-20)
Posted: Sun Jun 09, 2013 10:27 am
Nightingale blinked, watching as the water in fact had that very adverse effect upon the Buneary, as it turned the ground into a slip and slide and slopped mud everywhere.
She gaped somewhat, jaw open as she followed the Buneary, but then blinked, realising as she saw the Buneary heading further and further away, but this time, although it was heading further away? It was running in a straight line!
If it kept at it like this... all she had to do was take aim... and....
[Hey! You need to clean up your act!]
One less than macho one liner later? And away she tossed!
It was at that instant the Chansey would come to learn that at times running in a straight line was actually the more effective way to dodge. Zigzagging you could predict where they were going, but in a straight line you could never be entirely sure how close or far they actually were! Prompted by that one-liner the Buneary would let loose a girlish scream in spite of his gender, then abruptly speed up, arms flailing like a lunatic. You'd almost thing someone was shooting at him.
Nightingale didn't know what to think... the little Buneary was certainly not doing much in the way of dodging, but speed and distance were certainly enough to make up for it here!
She bit her lip... and took aim... this time she wouldn't dare try to call her shot, instead, she'd wait, and watch that speed before hauling up water, tossing it forward into the air in a streaming arc, falling, falling, falling...
Hit.Flopping briefly the Buneary would splutter, shaking his fur in a desperate attempt to clear the water. She'd hit him again, though it would definitely take another one before the water had soaked all the way through; especially for the fluffier parts of his body. Ears flopping from the extra weight the Buneary would begin scrambling about, several times attempting to hide in the bushes onto to be chased back into the line of fire by his own mother!
Jazzfox rolled 1 20-sided dice:
7Total: 7 (1-20)
Posted: Sun Jun 09, 2013 11:59 am
With the water weighing down upon the Buneary and its mother chasing it out of hiding, the Buneary literally had nowhere to hide and it was fast running out of steam against them.
She took it, the last bucket, and now this time, she ran forward, with the Buneary so slow, she rushed right dead in front of it, just as she had originally, and with a victorious smile there, bucket in hand, she didn't even throw it this time....
[I believe it's time to finish your bath?] She said, deadpan before upending the bucket over the Buneary, giving him the entire amount of water this time!
Perhaps that had been a mistake. No doubt the Chansey would hit, the water soaking him straight to the bone...and soaking the dirt as well. Falling on his butt under the sudden weight of all that water. and straight into the giant mudpuddle that had just been formed! Within seconds the Buneary was making mud angels, slathering himself in the stuff as if attempting to camouflage with the dirt. Making a sound of annoyance which couldn't quite be labelled the mother Buneary would stomp over, snatching her son up by his ears ">LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE!<" She barked at Nightingale before turning and stomping off into the bushes. It would seem that, as with the Psyduck...they'd failed.
Jazzfox rolled 1 20-sided dice:
1Total: 1 (1-20)
Posted: Sun Jun 09, 2013 1:45 pm
((Wait, what? D= There was a cut off?))
((...Gah << ))
And a second time, it seemed that Nightingale had failed in her task, flopping slowly and slightly, biting her bottom lip. [But-]
Jasmine grimaced as well as Burnout would float before her. [We're getting nowhere stopping on every inane and asinine game presented before us!]
[Perhaps NOW you see why we shouldn't be wasting time and getting a move on?]
"No... no... I get it... just, we'll find another way sooner than later..." She reached over, petting Nightingale gently on the shoulder. "Next time."
[Yeah...] She let go of the bucket, sighing as she turned away to follow. [...Next time.]
((Minimum Score for success. Sorry about that, you'll understand when you manage to successfully complete an mini-game. sweatdrop ))
Another step and the ground would produce a dull thud. For an instant the light seemed to grow dimmer. A single second Jasmine's view of the world would turn to a nightmarish reflection, it would feel like she'd been hallucinating. On and off it would blink, the normal and the nightmare, flashing like some lame videogame effect. When it halted Jasmine would find herself on the other side of the looking glass. Bushes filled with leaves had turned to wicked looking black brambles tipped with bloody red thorns. The trees all seemed to have faces now, all of them grizzly or wailing. Beneath her feat the earth had turned to blackened ash, the blue sky shifting to twilight despite the position of the sun directly overhead. Most apparent of all however was the mist, blanketing all in a thick white haze.
">Hehehe<" I childish snicker broke out from within the fog, seeming to echo about as if from a million different voices all at once ">Heeheheehe.<" A shadow would flicker into existence, and after a brief moment Jasmine would be able to realize, that while it first seemed the figure was obscured by the mist, it was actually standing clear! With a body made of inky black smog, it's face bore only a set of upturned half-moon eyes, and a sinister grin. Clearly whatever this was wasn't natural...even for this already unnatural place!
Jasmine was looking in just the right place it seemed, eyes turned back and forth around the surroundings just as the world reversed, and a dream be SMS a nightmare, as instantly the Chansey and Lampent would gather closer, protectively around Jasmine.
"Looks like we're finally on the right track..." Jasmine murmured.
That was when the laughter rang out, almost in unison with lightning flashes and rumbling earth, causing Nightingale to leap behind the Skarmory's legs instead! [What is it?!]
It was Jasmine who would see it first, the pokedex ringing up in question marks, alien symbols and gibberish as it highlighted the smog there before them. "I don't know..."
But the girls eyes fell to its empty eyes and mouth that curled out of the smoke, "But I've a feeling this is what we were looking for..."
Burnout pushed forward, [I have this-]
"Go, PKE!" the girl would yell without a warning, the ball flew past the Lampent and popped open, revealing the tiny Rotom, no bigger than his ball as he would yawn and look upward at the ghost...
[Jasmine!! I don't think this is the best time to try your new Pokemon in a fight!]
"No, no, just watch..."
[Hi there!] the Rotom buzzed happily upward at the ominous cloud, seemingly oblivious to the despair and disarray all around. [Do you wanna play a game?]
">Hehehe<" The shadow snickered childishly, it's hands abruptly vanishing, it's form condensing, rapidly causing it to grow smaller. The Nightmare's body began to spark, black turning to orange as eyes turned blue and ovular. Within seconds Jasmine would find herself faced with another Rotom, exact to that of her own in every way. Her PokeDex would flash as the information updated, proving that 'exact' was no mere exaggeration.
Once, twice the Rotom would spin about, dropping from the air briefly onto to rise back up to it's original position. A sharp toothed grin appeared on the Ghost-Type's face, electricity sparking violently around it. Once again the Rotom would drop, but unlike the last he would drop like a stone, striking the ground and shattering. Sparks danced across the ground, spreading out in all directions, rather dramatically leaping forward at the halfway point and merging together to recreate the horrific visage of the Rotom. It seemed the Nightmare had decided to play a much more fiendish adaptation of Peek-a-Boo using Astonish!
