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 Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2012 3:50 am
"And that's how babies are made." Tsuki said to the baby Charmander beside him. The lizard laughed a bit before yawning. Tsuki promptly picked up Charky and walked outside the HQ. He remembered when he first joined, walking through the door like an idiot with no idea what to do. A few Geodudes passed as a nostalgic feeling went past him. He shook his head. Too young to feel any older than 13.
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2012 9:41 am
Sub was now back at HQ, thanks for a nifty Teleport. His Ralts was at his side as he appeared, apparently keeping a close eye on her trainer, after he got thrown around. "I hate extremists, I really do." He complained as he walked towards his office.
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2012 10:32 am
While the blonde woman had been expecting that answer, she hadn't expected to be lifted from the couch and carried to where the private rooms were. Not that she would complain in any way. Never would she complain about the events that were about to unfold. Especially not this time around.
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2012 4:54 pm
Sub was in his office for a good few hours. He planned on looking over the contents of that flash drive but he instead fell asleep. The trainer was now making his way out of said office, his hair a mess and the imprint of computer keys on his face, he apparently fell asleep on his keyboard, but he didn't know that. "Mm...I need something to drink..." He moaned as he scratched his side and made his way for the kitchen to fetch liquid.
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2012 6:26 pm
Lykas was sitting on the couch in the main room looking over the papers he'd found in the Galaxy Club's hideout in Pokemon Rock. So far, he hadn't found anything of interest in them yet but he was still only on the first page of the five.
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2012 6:36 pm
Requiem of Whyspers Lykas was sitting on the couch in the main room looking over the papers he'd found in the Galaxy Club's hideout in Pokemon Rock. So far, he hadn't found anything of interest in them yet but he was still only on the first page of the five. "Ah...water..." Sub said as he tossed an empty bottle of water into the trace as he walked out of the kitchen. He had chugged an entire bottle of water in a minute, he was really thirsty. "Whatcha doing Lykas?" He asked the trainer as he passed by.
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2012 6:37 pm
Tsuki was fiddling with the Galaxy ID he had found with the little badge with the club insignia on it. He sighed once as he headed out. Maybe he'd find a strong Pokemon to fight, and that he did in the form of a Urasing. It growled a bit as Tsuki was deciding who to use.
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 5:55 pm
"Ralts..." Mumbled the tiny Psychic type to its self as it ventured off from its trainer. The poor Pokemon was feeling guilty about her trainer getting hurt. While she was able to protect her comrade Pokemon from attack, and even heal her trainer, she felt like she could have done more, she doesn't want to be the one that stands behind all the time and has to have others protect her. To that end, the Ralts was making her way for the room which her trainer would take her to in order to practice, the building's training room, she was going to train herself, or at least try to. She wasn't sure how, but she wanted to surprise her trainer even more next time.
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 9:13 pm
Out of nowhere, a Bagon started charging down the halls of Team Snagem HQ in search of something to bash its head against. Unfortunately for the Bagon, the only thing it smashed into is the red light of its Pokeball as I recalled it.
"Hah! Gotcha!" I beamed, although a ragged sigh soon escaped my lips. "I'd train you if I thought for a second that you'd listen to a word I say. I shoulda gave this one back."
Regardless of my complaints, I pocketed the pokeball and went about my business.
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 9:58 pm
Dan entered the lobby, yawning a bit. Lately he's been staying up taking care of his baby Budew. Sure it was tiring but it was a baby. She wasn't nearly as tiring as Shark though so it was fine for the most part. He looked around and noticed Terashi returning his Bagon after it tried to run off. "Hey Terashi. How's it going?" he asked.
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 10:18 pm
With Bagon properly secured, I turned around to see someone I haven't spoken with in a while. "Oh, hey, Dan," I told him. I took a wistful glance at Bagon's pokeball and sighed. "Eh, this one's been giving me trouble. I like what he'll evolve into, but I dunno if I can handle it." I said honestly.
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 10:32 pm
Dan eyed the pokeball containing the Bagon. "Really? He can't be that bad can he?" he quizzed. With Terashi's problem with Bagon, he wondered if it was a dragon thing.
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 10:40 pm
I shook my head at Dan, my arms crossed. "It's got a serious anger management issue, it seems like all it wants to do is bump its head into stuff. Everything I've tried to get this thing to listen to me has ended... badly."
I sighed again and uncrossed my arms, only to shrug. "I'm at my wit's end with Bagon. If it comes to it, I may trade it off to something more manageable. It kinda hurts my pride to give up like this, but better my pride gets hurt than some body part, yanno?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 10:46 pm
'Anger management issue?' Dan repeated to himself. That sounded so familiar, he was convinced it was a dragon thing. "I guess, if it's for the best...! Hey, why not give him to me? I already have experience with high maintenace dragons" he grinned. Perhaps Bagon could help him understand Shark better and thus helping both in the end.
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 10:48 pm
I raised an eyebrow at Dan, but was happy to hear that someone was interested in taking him off of my hands. "Okay. What do you have to trade for him?" I asked.
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