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| Did YOU expect the rocket kidnappings? |
| Yes I did! |
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| Never saw it coming...and I was kidnapped |
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| Never saw it coming...but I wasn't kidnapped! |
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| I was a rocket who DID some of the kidnappings! -cackle- |
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 Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 7:40 pm
Ezekiel looked down at his cast right arm and at the bandages all around his chest, and legs. His body ached horribly, but still, he was standing fully dressed outside the hotel, getting Cooper ready to get back on the road and back home. Nishant was helping him with the knots and buckets, as his broken arm was quiet useless. His pokemon were refreshed thanks to several herbs, potions and some of Adriel's medicines, however, Velasco was staying in his pokeball until Ezekiel could get to a not-so-crowded center.
The researcher, however, would had killed for some pain killers, his back felt once fire every time he even twitched a finger. He grabbed some of the medicine he got left, and went to drop it off to the pokemon center, the nurses would probably need the supplies more then he did. After all, Cooper was just probably going to run the whole day and night through to get back home and he wouldn't blame the arcanine.
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 7:40 pm
((Are we dropping font colors or stick with brown?))
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 7:41 pm
@Mist: You can do anything at the moment rofl
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 7:41 pm
((Grats Nata and others))
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Interesting Conversationalist
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 7:42 pm
((Omg ;;; I think i will go die in a corner now. Thanks everyone, for the awesome congrats, and everyone who rped with my fail!self ;~; <33 ilu, ty, I wish I could show my endless gratitude and freaking-out...ness.
*typity types a post >.>*))
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 7:43 pm
((OMG grats!!))
(Are we posting in any particular colour now?)
@Let's get an RP going? (hopefully with someone with a lugia?)
Alex stood in the center of town with a thousand mile stare. She had been roughed up very badly in the previous day's fight.
The left side of her face (and eye) was bandaged up and her right arm was in a sling. She was wearing a blue shirt and a pair of team rocket pants. Her companions, Blitz the electrike and Buck her rental ponyta stood near her with much the same expressions.
The distant look they shared spoke of the emotional and physical stress they had been though in the last few days.
Suddenly the researcher seemed to focus on some distant point. "I didn't even get to meet the Lugia or catch an eevee." Her voice was oddly flat.
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 7:44 pm
((Oh, I totally forgot about the RP colors and did Zinnia's normal color. XD *goes back to black*)) @Tris Zinnia flinched when she saw Ezekiel, but Zyk churred comfortingly in her ear. Shadow Mew was gone again, so she couldn't have the reassurance of the legendary's protection, but she decided that her zubat's poison would suffice. Besides, the man was injured (Zinnia felt a little guilty at that), so strangling would probably be impossible. He might sic his pokemon on her, though... Sucking up all of her courage, she shuffled over to him, eyes full of remorse. She wanted to apologize for what she had done, and tell him that she had quit Team Rocket. He would probably hate her anyway, but she could at least try to earn his forgiveness.
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 7:46 pm
((Congrats to the winners and runner-ups <3333! ))
Feathers were everywhere by the time Sienna felt the need to recall Skylar and Enide. The murkrow was the worst off out of the two, she had a medium-sized shard of glass stuck in her wing. Skylar was on the verge of fainting, but from sheer stress. He had enough problems being around his teammates, let along freaking HELICOPTERS WITH MISSILES. The poor swablu's heart was beating far too fast for his own good. He happily accepted the red beam back to his pokeball as his trainer flew off the battlefield on Frey.
The pidgeot himself was only scratched, he was able to keep his distance, however Sienna had a much harder time with that. In between screaming commands at her pokemon and dodging attacks herself, she had been hit quiet a few times, but worst off was her left arm, there was a deep gash from god-knows-what - she had long lost count of what exactly was hitting her - and it was bleeding pretty badly. The bird-keeper was miraculously able to tie a makeshift bandage out of her pant-leg before she fell off her pokemon, but it wasn't helping much. She needed medical attention, and so Frey flew to the pokemon center.
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 7:46 pm
@Anyone [[ *steals Nata's writing skillz* ]]
Meeka stretched. Oh Arceus, they've been fighting since who knows when. Her body was entirely covered in bruises and scratches and her back was not feeling too keen during the moment. Hell, her entire team looked like a ripped up pile of ouchie. Whatever the case, she couldn't take them to the Pokemon Center yet. It was much too crowded. Instead, she waited outside the building with each of her team members clinging to her. Terri on her head, Rin supporting her back by being a giant chair, Krac wrapped around her, Ebba relaxing itself on her bosom (he loved it there, fufufufufu) and Kiru sleeping to her side, Avella blanketing her with its wings and Momo biting her hand. All was well . . . sort of.
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 7:48 pm
The Pokécenter door swung shut behind Danny and he rubbed the bandage around his right arm. Belle was a step behind him and nudged him onward so they wouldn't be blocking the door. He felt restless and frustrated by the events of the previous day. He patted Belle with his free hand. "Guess we've got a long trek home coming soon..." He hadn't paid enough attention to even know if they were leaving today, tomorrow, or who knew when.
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 7:48 pm
ANYONE IN THE POKEMON CENTER
Cold. It was an odd sensation, one that permeated the very bones of one’s body. And despite the heat of battle the only thing Carter could honestly remember was feel cold. Even now, as bandages were being wrapped about a rather ugly gash in his arm, he could only feel the oppressive cold that had taken over his body. The air rattled in and out of his chest a soft sound that managed to drown out everything around him as blue eyes were locked unwaveringly on the red light glinting in the crowded pokemon center.
“Yero…” Once again he had faced Rockets, once more he had rushed forward, flushed with the heat of battle, eager to redeem himself for his past failures, and once again he had been defeated, cast off and found unworthy of glory. His eyes remained opened, but the scenes of battle danced past them as if he was reliving them in a dream; Owen charging the ground forces, his protect rebounding sharpenel from the helicopters, Sofie biting the heels of any black clothed figure that got in his way. And Yero, head tossed back, mane flowing, surrounded by the dying embers of his fire attack that continued to erupt from his throat. And there he was, still in his undershirt and slacks sprinting towards the Arcanine, watching in horror as one of the Helicopters missile’s came crashing to the ground. He had yelled, screamed as loud as he could, but his world was blacked out by a pulse that had come deep from the shrine itself. And then there was only blackness, soft fur and the copper taste of blood.
“Yero.” When he awoke he was surrounded by his pokemon, injured trainers lying about in multiple states of disheveled sadness. And in his arms was the only being that had stood by his side inevitably, bleeding and faintly breathing. From there it got fuzzy, shouting, raw emotions, and a numb sprint to the pokemon center. Not a single person had gone unharmed, and he had been forced to wait as critical pokemon were attended. And then they took Yero from him and he spent the night in his chair, watching the little red light blink.
“Excuse me sir.” He glanced at the figure without seeing it. Nurse Joy. “Your pokemon is going to be alright, we’ve stabilized his condition and wrapped his wounds, your free to pick him up now.” Still numb Carter rose shakily from the seat and retrieved his pokeball from the beaming Nurse.
“Thanks…”
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 7:49 pm
 Lisa grumbled as she exited the Pokemon Center, her arm in a sling and a gauze pad covering her right eye. Despite the thick pad, she still managed to wear her glasses. Bandit walked beside his injured trainer, constantly looking up at her to see if she was alright. Lisa, despite all injuries, was smiling. "We did it, Bandit. You, me, and everyone, especially everyone, manged to give those rockets a hell of a tim- ow ow ow..." The trainer winced as she threw her healthy arm's fist in the air, causing her bandaged arm to twinge in pain, as well as her side, who's damage was hidden under her shirt. Bandit squeaked worriedly, but Lisa gave the electric mouse a gentle thumbs up. Looking south, Lisa sighed as she pondered the trip ahead. Riding Sleipnir was going to be a pain, literally.
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 7:49 pm
 Robin sat outside the Pokemon Center, wanting to be with Etna, who would not have fit inside. The musician realized he'd never even thought about recalling the Onix to the Pokeball that had nestled forgotten in a pocket since they'd set out. He'd always seen her as an equal, not as a pet or – as the Rockets probably did – as a tool, or even as needing his protection. She could take care of herself, and she had taken good care of him, as well.
They both knew they'd have to part soon. Etna nuzzled Robin's shoulder as he stroked her nose with his good hand – his right wrist had been badly sprained in the fight, though, thankfully, the Pokemon Center's nurses had promised, after a frantic round of questioning, that it would be as good as new in a week or two. And thank Shaymin, for what would he have done if he could not play the violin? Elizabeth herself had miraculously escaped completely unscathed, though her case was a bit more scuffed and dented than it had been.
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 7:49 pm
((Congrats Nata!))
@ Anyone
Alexa had offered her home and any supplies there to the people she had met on the trip here. Her pokemon were all in their pokeballs getting a well earned rest. She had given them potions and berries but until the pokemon center was cleared out some she'd wait to take them. They weren't seriously injured and were more exhausted than anything.
She however hadn't gotten so lucky. Her head was bandaged, having been too close to an attack and had been knocked over hitting her head on a rock. Her arms and legs had cuts all over. She also had some bruised ribs from a Aura Sphere that glanced her side.
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 7:50 pm
((not sure what we're doing colorwise so goign back to my original group color))
After helping as much as she could with the more seriously injured at the Pokemon center, Tygress found a relatively quiet spot outside to rest with her pokemon. Other than being emotionally and physically exhausted her team had made it through just find. It was Tyg herself and the rental ponyta Roddy that bore bandages. The watcher's left leg and arm were wrapped to protect sever scrapes and cuts, injuries taken when she fell from Roddy's saddle. It was in his attempt to keep from stepping on Tyg that the ponyta had earned his own intjuries a pair of scrapped knees from stumbling. He also was limping.
Feeling better after her rest, Tyg decided to wander back to the Pokemon Center and see what was going on.
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