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Post # 14

Level: 50

Moves: Atk: TM30 Shadow Ball/Atk: Psycho Cut/Atk: Barrier/Atk: Disable

Trainer: None


Mewtwo dodged away from the ensuing battle with the Pidove. The thing was frightened because of the fire and was probably only attacking because of that. It didn't change the cat's opinion that the newbie Trainer had the worst kind of luck. He skirted the battle and made his way over to Dante. The man was worriedly looking over the grasslands and the rising columns of smoke. He didn't really know what to say or if there was anything to say about the current situation. It wasn't anyone's fault that the grass had been unnaturally dry.


OOC: CRAP POST IS CRAP. IDK what to do other than this. Herp-derp.

Belle was almost to Miato and Dante when she heard the now-familiar growl of Celisse. "Oh, Arceus." She whirled around, moving back to where she stood, riling herself up to fight again. "No. No more fighting, sweetie." She yanked it up out of the way again, holding it out of reach of the Skitty attempting to hit it. She waggled her finger at the pink thing, watching warily as its head followed her finger with interest. "No. Bad kitty. Come on." She turned and moved away again, praying that she would not have to hit another Arceusdamned wild Pokemon.



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Post 24
Celisse/Female/Received at Valerian's Lab/Level: 8/Holding: Nothing/Ability: Blaze/Atk: Scratch/Atk: Growl/Atk: Ember/Atk:

Lucius/Male/Caught on Route 1/Level: 5/Holding: Nothing/Ability: Rivalry/Atk: Scratch/Atk: Leer/Atk: /Atk:


Bag:
x5
x6
x2

OOC: Yes you should Ken XD

Post #13

Dante dithered momentarily, debating on what to do with the information that Mewtwo had offered. He had no way of knowing if the fire was intentionally set, if the Charmander had caused it or if it was a natural brushfire, but decided in an instant that it was probably a bad thing for the Route to be ablaze. His hand replaced Venezia's ball with Poseidon's and in an instant the Kingdra was floating by his side, awaiting orders. "Let's give it a Rain Dance, 'seidon," Dante said. With any luck the downpour would finish off the fire before it could spread too far. "This girl has all the worst luck, huh Mewtwo?" he said to his feline companion as Poseidon began the dance, gathering stormclouds overhead. "Good thing you were there. What caused it?"

Post # 15

Level: 50

Moves: Atk: TM30 Shadow Ball/Atk: Psycho Cut/Atk: Barrier/Atk: Disable

Trainer: None


"It would seem to be that way. She also doesn't seem to know how to properly command her Charmander either. The creature is far too willful and the girl is far too permissive." Mewtwo levitated slightly in preparation for the coming storm and threw a Barrier above himself and as an afterthought the Gym Leader as well.

"I would say that it was the Charmander's tail flame in addition to the dry conditions the area seems to have been experiencing are the cause," responded the psycat. The explanation made sense but it didn't ring true. "However the Charmander did appear to be keeping her tail flame under control and away from the grass. I don't believe that the fire was caused by the Trainer's starter on purpose if at all. The extra heat from the open flame might have been the catalyst but it was bound to happen without rainfall."

With a shrug the psychic continued speaking in the same even tone. "It could have easily been started by an electric type using Spark or another attack of that element. In the end the blaze isn't anyone's fault. It was only a matter of time."

Belle felt the same faint tingling in the back of her mind and huffed, annoyed. Arceus, that was annoying. Perhaps it was a brain tumour? She must get this checked out, because she was pretty sure that brain tumours were not good. She relaxed a bit as she heard the rain die down, but refused to put her umbrella down until it stopped completely. The Kingdra left, apparently to go and inspect the area, and she cautiously put the object down, shaking it out before she put it back in her bag. "Uff. That was not fun."

A rustling to her left drew her attention to a slightly damp Pidgey, who shot out of the bushes and nearly knocked her over. "FFF- That was not polite! You could have hit me!" she screamed after it even as it flew away. She huffed and looked at Celisse, who was now staring with interest at her own tail. "You are not a cat, dearest. You are a Charmander. Charmanders do not chase their tails." The Pokemon looked up, somewhat sullenly, and plopped herself down on the ground, apparently frustrated. "Hush, sugar. You know you're dignified, you just need to show it."



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Post 27
Celisse/Female/Received at Valerian's Lab/Level: 8/Holding: Nothing/Ability: Blaze/Atk: Scratch/Atk: Growl/Atk: Ember/Atk:

Lucius/Male/Caught on Route 1/Level: 5/Holding: Nothing/Ability: Rivalry/Atk: Scratch/Atk: Leer/Atk: /Atk:


Bag:
x5
x6
x2

((Warning: the following post took up two whole pages of a Word Document. Proceed at will.))

Belle turned around to talk to Dante and Miato again – she thought it would be best to let Celisse have a bit of a rest at the Pokemon Centre, and was curious to see if they would want to come, too – when she heard the Charmander snarl. Whirling around, she saw that Celisse had been intelligent enough to stick her sooty nose into what appeared to be the middle of a rather ferocious battle. Fantastic. Upon closer inspection, she saw that a pack of five Skitties were circling around a pair of Rattata, who looked defensive and none too pleased. One particular Skitty seemed to now notice the voyeuristic Charmander, and pounced. Celisse didn’t bother to wait for a command, simply firing off a set of red bolts, keeping the thing at bay. This, naturally, had attracted the attention of the other Skitties, who lined up in a rather menacing manner, all glowering at the Pokemon. The Rattatas, pleased by this interruption, skittered off. Meanwhile, Celisse was a tad apprehensive about how to handle a five on one battle, and was now awaiting a command. “Uh . . . just use Ember on all of them. You’re kind of stronger now, so you should have a bit of an advantage?”

Celisse looked a little surprised at this plan, but followed out the action anyway. She began firing the bolts again, moving her head from side to side to get all the other Pokemon hit. The Skitties, though, apparently didn’t like this, for they all began to launch themselves at the poor Charmander. “Aaah! Dodge! Run! Jump!” Rather confused at this, she somehow managed to use her superior speed to her advantage, before Belle managed to snatch her up again. The Skitties, though, took it upon themselves to then go after Belle. Steeling herself, she focused on one of them, and as it approached, she drew back her leg and gave it a swift kick, punting it a good five meters. The others seemed to stop, slightly shocked at what they saw. “Humph. That’s right, bitches. Lay off my Celisse.” They seemed to gather that they, too, would be kicked upon getting close, and so were content to go and help their friend, before slinking off. She set her Pokemon down again, noting the weird look it gave her. She shrugged. “We used to play soccer in Iclea when we were young. I always had a good kick~”

The Charmander nodded, turning and watching another patch of grass intently, before lunging onto it. A surprised squeak sounded, and Celisse emerged, gripping something white and green in its claws, despite its intense struggles. “Oh, Celisse. Stop it. Leave the poor thing alone.” The Pokemon continued to stare at her, before she realised what it wanted her to do. “Ohhh! Here, hold up.” She dug around, producing a Pokeball, before lobbing it at the little creature. It wriggled out of Celisse’s arms, though, vanishing back into its patch of grass before the Pokeball could reach it. “Well, damn.” She walked over and picked up the item, sighing. “I need to catch more Pokemon, eh? How is it you know more about Pokemon training than I do? Was it because you were in Valerian’s Lab for so long? So that you heard her talking about what was required?” If she heard, the Charmander gave no sign of it. Belle sighed. This was so frustrating.

“Look, we need to get you to the –” she broke off when Celisse launched herself at yet another patch of grass, tumbling out with a brown and white creature, who did not look all that happy with this arrangement. “Okaaay! Tackle it! Well, when you’ve let it go . . . Yes, now Tackle! Good! Erm . . . Ember! One more Tackle? Ah, just brush that off, you’ll be fine.” As she spoke, she produced a couple more Pokeballs, ready to lob them at the creature. When she deemed it weak enough (as in, it was stumbling around looking intoxicated) she threw three of them at the Pokemon. The first missed by a mile (she needed to work on her aim) but the second hit it, and a moment later red light beamed from it and the Pokemon was sucked inside. The button in the centre of the Pokeball flashed red, and she knew that she’d caught the little thing. “Yaaaaaaaay!” she cheered. “A new friend! Good job, shnookums!” She hugged her Charmander, careful of the tail flame, before sitting back.

“Alright, babe. Now, we just need to go to the Pokemon Centre to heal you guys up, alright?” Celisse nodded, pleased with her work. They started back to Dante and Miato, when something ran across Belle’s path, prompting her to fall flat on her face and squash whatever it was. “Ow.” Squeaking sounded from under her, and she realised that she was lying on the poor thing. She pushed herself up, and saw that it was the same Pokemon from before – or, at least, one of the same species. It got itself up, glancing at her in a frightened manner, before attempting to hurry off again. “Nooo! You’re too cute to leave!” She threw one of her other Pokeballs, completely forgetting about attempting to weaken it, and even crossing her fingers in desperation. The item hit, knocking the poor thing over again and capturing it. “Yaaay! This is so productive! . . . But seriously, we need to get the Pokemon Centre.” She picked up the Pokeball after dusting herself off from her fall. Then, she picked up Celisse and hurried to where Dante and Miato were. “I’ll be back in a few~ I caught two new Pokemon!” Her grin pretty much said it all and she had to restrain from skipping back to Blyse City.

Once in the city, she rushed over to the Centre, turned in her Pokeballs and waited. After a few minutes, she was given the all clear, and sat down with her Pokemon in the Centre. She let all three of them out (not counting Celisse, who was already out) and smiled as they looked around, intrigued by their surroundings. “Weeelp, hi! I’m Belle, and I’ll be your trainer for a while. She waved her Pokedex at the new pair of Pokemon she caught, listening to the explanations she was given. “Eevee, the Evolution Pokemon. A rare Pokémon that adapts to harsh environments by taking on different evolutionary forms. Because its genetic makeup is irregular, it quickly changes its form due to a variety of causes.” “Ralts, the Feeling Pokemon. It uses the horns on its head to sense human emotions. It is said to appear in front of cheerful people. If its horns capture the warm feelings of people or Pokemon, its body warms up slightly.”

“Well. Hi, there. Hmm . . . Eevee, you can be Lily, and Ralts, you can be Gabrielle. Alright?” They seemed to nod somewhat uneasily, but she paid that no mind. “Okay. Well, I can hardly have you all out running around, can I? Perhaps when you’re stronger, but I don’t want you all getting to hurt, okay? Okay.” She pulled out their respective Pokeballs, returning all but Celisse. “Okay, sweetie. Back to the Route, now.” The Charmander followed her out as she moved through the streets, looking somewhat bored. She quickly approached the Route again, and found Miato and Dante still there. She and her Pokemon hurried over to them once more, Belle’s excitement evident on her face. “Teehee~ I have new friends now~”



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Post 28
Celisse/Female/Received at Valerian's Lab/Level: 8/Holding: Nothing/Ability: Blaze/Atk: Scratch/Atk: Growl/Atk: Ember/Atk:

Lucius/Male/Caught on Route 1/Level: 5/Holding: Nothing/Ability: Rivalry/Atk: Scratch/Atk: Leer/Atk: /Atk:

Lily/Female/Caught on Route 1/Level: 4/Holding: Nothing/Ability: Adaptability/Atk: Tail Whip/Atk: Tackle/Atk: Helping Hand/ Atk:

Gabrielle/Female/Caught on Route 1/Level: 3/Holding: Nothing/Ability: Synchronise/ Atk: Growl/ Atk: / Atk: / Atk:


Bag:
x3
x6
x2

((//eye twitch
1,260 words. THAT'S MORE THAN MY GODDAMMED ESSAYS D8

BTW if you wanna have it so that Dante and Mewtwo weren't there, lemme know.))

Post # 17

Level: 50

Moves: Atk: TM30 Shadow Ball/Atk: Psycho Cut/Atk: Barrier/Atk: Disable

Trainer: None


“I am capable of keeping myself out of the eyesight of humans. Today was a fluke. It will not happen again,” stated the cat with a friendly coolness and smile. “I can't go back to your gym while you travel either. Your Hydreigon still wants to eat me after all.”

‘I will be erasing my existence from the minds of those that see me from now on,’ he thought coldly. The human that called himself a Ranger would be found soon enough. Only the girl and Dante would remain the exceptions to this rule. No one else deserved such consideration. The cat chose not to let Dante’s thoughts affect him otherwise. The Gym Leader could ill afford to lose his license because of carelessness concerning a Trainer that had just started out. He was looking out for himself in the long run.

Throwing his senses to the Pokeballs Mewtwo responded with, “A Ralts and an Eevee are her latest additions to her team. I hope that she’s not one of those Trainers that mindlessly captures all Pokemon they come across."

"The Ralts will be keep you alive at the very least if no one else is around to do so. They're protective of the Trainers they bond with."


OOC: Meh post. I don't really like Mewtwo dishing out advice on Pokemon Training so much but I can't just have him ignore Belle either.

Post #16

"He's not my boyfriend," Dante replied firmly. Really, the girl had such strange notions about people. Probably because she never got out enough as a kid he thought privately. Taking her on as an apprentice of sorts was seemingly like an increasingly bad idea. Still though, nothing she'd done or said was a deal-breaker yet and clearly she could use the assistance. "Looks like you've got a few new friends though," he said, attempting to change the subject. "Let's get you training, while the sun's still up. By tomorrow you might be able to challenge the Blyse City Gym Leader, if you're dedicated." Though not every trainer had the gyms in their sights, Dante had found that most of them took on the very first one. He assumed that Belle was no different, though given her oddities and personality quirks Dante didn't know what to expect.

I wouldn't worry about that, Dante replied mentally to Mewtwo. She should have had a Pidgey and a Rattata by now if she was such a trainer. Those things were everywhere. Mewtwo's comment about the mind wipes though gave Dante a deep sense of unease. He wasn't entirely comfortable with the cat carelessly waltzing into to the minds of others and deleting whatever he wanted, regardless of its effectiveness at keeping his identity a secret. Still though, the gym leader said nothing - Mewtwo should pick up on his emotions.