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echios rolled 3 4-sided dice:
2, 4, 4
Total: 10 (3-12)
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 Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 1:02 pm
lets test das radioactive waves!
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 1:03 pm
2-4-4...WOW soooo close....
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ElvishSorceress rolled 3 4-sided dice:
1, 2, 1
Total: 4 (3-12)
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 4:59 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 9:34 pm
ZOMG! A PIKA BERRY! 8DDDPrompt 2 Its pretty early in the morning (depending on your point of view, "early" can be several different times.) and your character is just kinda wandering aimlessly through the city with his/her pokemon companion. Nothing really seems to jump out...and nothing different has happened in DAYS! The stress and frustration is building pretty high, no? Anyway, as ya round the corner near one of your favorite hangouts, you see something that lights up that fuse of stress that's been building all day. A punk has just lost a pokemon battle and is taking it out on his poor pokemon. The poor thing is just too scared to run or defend itself! You gotta do something! D8! LIKE NOW! So what are ya gunna do? What I want in this prompt is....your trainer's point of view from start to finish; from wandering around to after you help the poor pokemon. The trainer and pokemon can be anything (expect a legendary or a rare. :3) and feel free to do what ya wish. Nothing gory or graphic, please. Keep things PG-13 too. :3
Nowadays, they taught the youngsters everything, from pokeball care and recording captures in their Pokedex, to administering first aid to the injured pocket monsters. Apparently, this was something that needed a town-wide fest to celebrate. He didn’t mind that, for it meant fun undercover work.
However, now that the youngsters were gone with their easy-to-pickpocket pokeballs…work was really slow as member of Team Rocket. This was really saying something for the organization. The economy affected everyone he supposed, even down to the local wild roaming Glameow. The felines seemed bored and skinnier that usual, already having picked up the all scraps from the event. Once the vendors closed shop, nobody wanted to stay. Even the Wingull flew back to the coast.
In this (apparently once) bustling town, Bones swore he saw tumbleweed. Maybe it had been a color varied Voltorb, who knew. Blinking and scratching at the back of his head in frustration, he let a deep sigh out and glanced to the Arcanine at his side. Cooper was thinking just the same, giving him a dry stare of flat out boredom. Even chasing the cats was boring now. Five days of that would do that to a pup. Knowing the dog was usually high on energy and full of bounce, this aggravated Bones even more. This was way too out of the normal for this town.
Kicking at a flyer stomped into the pavement with some frustration in it, the ashen haired young man decided it was worth his time for a trip to the local herb store. If anything could change the day, he was relying on some nice pokefood to treat his pokemon partner. Or at least it would serve to occupy their time with a somewhat meaningful errand? If Cooper’s mood was improved, he knew his would brighten as well. Happiness in tandem was usually how they rolled. A true bond between trainer and pokemon.
A small smile split his lips as he chuckled, catching Coopers ears. Perking, the Arcanine tilted his head at a quick 90 degree angle in question, imitating the Chatot on ‘TV for Pokemon’. Bones shook his head at the nonsense actions of his friend, knowing he was being insighted to tease him further. Atmosphere already lifting, even by a small forcibly peeled corner, Bones reached out a hand to rest on the handle of the shoppe door. Before he went to push it open, already knowing Cooper was awaiting the jingle of the bells against the frosted glass, another sound stopped him. A small squeaking thud.
“Some help you were! Weakling!”
Coopers eyes flashed, as his lip curled up in a silent growl at the noise. Eyeing the alley wall on the opposing side of the nearly freestanding lot, his fur raised at another heart tugging squeak. Bones frustration lit now, well knowing the sound. The kids at the orphanage used to tease him for the company he kept, that of a rather aged alley pikachu. They used to throw rocks, not caring if their game was cruel against the weak young boy, or the long since drained of electricity pikachu. Those were the sounds he used to make, involuntarily to the rocks pelting his hide. They were burned into his mind, memories lain dormant now were stirred to life violently.
“Waste of my time! What kind of electric pokemon can’t use Thundershock?!”
It just boiled his blood.
Rounding the corner with ease, his long legs tensed and fist clenched with purpose. His angered crystal eyes were just in time to see the small boy deliver a swift kick to the pikachu’s stomach, sending its small body crashing into the nearest garbage can in a curled fetal position. The boy was a new recruit to be a trainer, still wearing his “Trainer School Graduate” shirt, with the name ‘Coran’ written on the back in magic marker. On the ground beside him was an empty wallet, a sign he’d lost a fight of some sort. Probably the local punks taking advantage of the green trainers for cash prize, for the shirt made him have a target on his chest. It wasn’t unusual, or kind by any means, but it happened to those that were naive and lingered past their sheltered school stay.
This was life.
Huffing, ‘Coran’ paced towards the fallen pokemon without hesitation, while it stared up at him with huge fearful eyes. Grabbing the small male pokemon by the scruff of the neck, he lifted it into the air with ease and glared at it. There was still resolve in his mind to do it more harm. Dropping its long pointed ears, the rotting banana peel perched there slipped off and landed splat on the child’s shoe. Watching his owner look to the ground at the garbage in disdain, the pikachu was shaking and its bottom lip quivered out a weak, “p-piiika”, before Coran swung his arm back. He was intending to throw the defenseless pokemon against the pavement with all he had, even after it fought a losing battle.
“UNACCEPTABLE!”
Bones grasped the boy’s wrist with maybe a bit too much force as the boy cried out. Ignoring the human, he pried the pikachu free from his grubby and ungrateful grasp before he let the arm go. Whirling around, the boy spat words a person his age shouldn’t know. Tucking the pokemon into the safety of his Altaria down vest, Bones hoped the darkness and lack of direct vision of his delinquent trainer would put him as ease. However, it did not, and the shaking pocket monster lit the fuse of aggravation and frustration that was building.
Bones lost it.
“What the hell kinda brat trainer are you, oi?!” He grasped the back Coran’s neck with a firm and unwavering grip. “Treating a pokemon like that, what is wrong with you?!” Tugging him around, Bones shoved him forwards towards the wallet on the alley ground, and watched as the boy stumbled to his knees. Turning and glaring, Coran stood up quickly and pointed at the Rocket in returned anger and surprise.
”That’s –MY- pikachu! Give him back now!”
“No.”
Coran stomped his foot at the reply Bones had given without hesitation. This was not going to do for him, because that pokemon was a failure and needed to be taught a lesson. Running at the tall man, he swung at him. “Give him back to me! HE’S MINE.” Simply stepping aside, the boy swing his weight wild and lost his balance. Tripping over an untied shoelace, he crashed into the garbage cans headlong in a rather comical fashion. The shadows in the alley made the garbage pile look all the more horrific, and Bones found himself cringing, despite thinking the boy got what he deserved.
Stroking the mouse gently to comfort the animal, its head poked out of the side of the vest in wonder at the sudden clattering. Ears rising at his trainers misfortune, he glanced up at Bones now for the first time making eye contact. “Chaaaa.” He uttered, diving back into the safety of his vest as the Coran was standing again. Covered in unnameable debris of all sorts, Bones gave him no sympathy and eyed him coldly.
“That is MY pikachu.” He huffed raggedly, seeming to understand that this was no way to win against the taller man, albeit he was very thin. “He lost a fight, so I was punishing him. But I want him back to fight more.”
“What makes you think he’ll fight for you, after you treat him like that?” Light caught off his glasses, hiding his eyes for just a moment. The boy blinked hard at Bones, approaching him with stomping feet in a very flashy manner. A temper tantrum this was, and Bones wasn’t bothered one bit.
“He has to fight! I’m his TRAINER.” Saying the word trainer like it was a law to the pocket monsters, Bones rose a fist to strike at the boy, but halted as soon as he’d started. No. He wanted to, very badly. But he couldn’t. It would make him no better than the one he’d stopped. Lowering his hand, his tendons crackled threateningly as he clenched the fist together. His blood was pumping mad, but he tried to express himself through words…rather than have to answer a court summons.
“Being a trainer is a right that you have to EARN boy.” His eyes were as cold as a Frostlass Ice Shard attack. There was no sympathy for him…but perhaps there should be? The thought flickered past, and he let it go for a moment. It could be revisited if need be. “How can you expect them to do their best, if all you do is…is beat them!?” He could barely utter those words.
The boy opened his mouth and just spewed more crap, about getting his pokemon back, not wanting to hear what he was saying…but that all ended when a shadow loomed tall, blocking out the very light. Coran’s eyes slowly rose in and inkling of fear, as the spotted the 6 foot dog in his path. Cooper growled a low, irritated sour note, which sent the boy back a few feet. Mouth open, he looked at the bristling pokemon, as Bones almost chuckled.
Almost.
“If I had him use Rock Smash on you, right now as punishment for losing a pokemon fight…how would you feel?” His voice was low, dripping with the sound of a hair-trigger personality. Acting classes at the base, who knew they’d pay off like this? Granted it was still all fueled from his anger, he was just masking it still.
“I-I…” The boy’s mouth hung open like a Magikarp out of water, and he just kept taking halted steps back, while Cooper just took one giant one closer. Slipping on the banana peel, Coran fell to his butt and looked up, eyes wildly full of fright.
“You’d never want to fight again.”
Cooper just let out a snort, and some steamy smoke curled up from his nostrils. The boy cried out suddenly, thinking it to be an attack and brought up his arms to shield his face in defense. He was afraid, anyone could tell. It was amazing how this day had turned out, and just how this situation turned around. First it was the boy threatening his pokemon, and now Bones was threatening him in return. If everything was going to go as he planned, it was up to one little soul. Just one. It was HIS choice to make this difference. And feeling a sudden shift in weight in his hand, Bones face cracked a happy grin.
The pikachu was out of his arms, dashing under Cooper with an Agility move and was instantly at Coran’s side. Standing before the boy, its claws shot out and swiped in the air, that were meant to threaten Cooper right back. “Piiiiii!!!” Its little teeth gnashed in anger at his owners fear, wanting to chase it away. Cooper took another step forwards, testing the pokemon. The pikachu never moved an inch, although Coran jumped.
Bones felt the bomb inside disarm, as he smiled and chuckled lightly, resting a hand on Coopers neck fluff. Stroking at his pokemon in a soothing and disarming manner, the arcanine eased up and sat on his haunches and was calm. Crossing his legs and arms, Bones eyed the pocket monster with a crooked grin of his.
“It seems he wants you to feel safe, and not scared.” He uttered the words slowly, emphasis on the important points. It really was a revelation level event for the pair. “Strange, you lost a battle and yet…”
Coran looked to the pokemon standing between him and a towering fire-type, and then to his pikachu in almost disbelief. “S-Sparks…” He stuttered, seeing now what fear his pokemon probably had felt while cornered by himself…with nobody to rush in to his side. Yet..here his pokemon was. Protecting him. Tears lined the boy’s eyes, and he wiped at them furiously with the back of his hand in frustration. Humbled hands reached out and grasped the small electric mouse on either side of its body and gingerly lifted it into the air.
“Chaaa?” The snarling at Spark’s lips stopped abruptly, as his was limply lifted into the air. Almost fearing the worst, he was surprised when Coran wrapped his arms tightly around his little pocket monster form. Shaking lightly and stroking at his pokemon, the boy offered sobs of regret up to his loyal friend.
“I’m sorry Sparks. I’m sorry.” He uttered quietly between shaken breaths. Bones looked at Cooper, who already wagging his tail approvingly. The man just smiled, and after a moment strode over to the preoccupied boy. Placing his hand on his head, Coran looked up with watery eyes a moment later.
“This is what it means to be a trainer. Sharing the good and the bad. Together.”
Eyes meeting for the first time on a common ground, Coran nodded in favor of the undercover rockets words, his jaw setting from further quivering. Sparks, the electric-less pikachu snuggled against his owners chest and waggled his tail back and forth rapidly, pawing at his cheek. Letting out a chuckle, Bones was happy to hear the boy laugh.
They really were going to be all right.
Dropping down a some paper bills onto Coran’s head, Bones paced back towards Cooper. “That’s for beating me.” Waving over his shoulder as he paced from the alley, Cooper also turned to follow, but not before winking at the pikachu. Sparks blinked at him in confusion, but stayed happily nestled within his masters comforting grip.
Stretching his arms towards the sky as they passed out of the alley and reached the street once more, Bones exhaled quickly as Cooper nosed him in the gut. Chuckling, he patted his head with a good scratch chaser. Ears perking, the two continued past the store down the street, as the rocket laced his fingers behind his head.
“Sorry boy. No treats.” The cash had gone to a better cause.
Coopers bouncy step told him all that he needed to know however, that a simple usual meal at home was awaiting them and neither cared anymore that it was the same they’d eaten all week. Taking in the air of the city, looking around more people emerged out into the open as the sun was still rising. Shadows looked a bit more normal and not so exaggerated, as the normal bustle resumed. A smile on his face, feeling more like he was at home in this setting, Bones closed his eyes and just walked more. However, he bumped into his pokemon’s side as Cooper halted suddenly. Panting now in a way ready for play, Bones was amazed to see he was almost nose to nose with a Glameow. Rolling his eyes, he took a breath letting it expand his lungs, and then let it out slowly.
“…and here we go.”
That was all he needed to tear after the cat, Bones running after him yelling at the top of his lungs. The two made quite the spectacle, and the usual calls of ‘leash that mutt’ began again. However, Bones still found himself smiling.
Today was going to be great.
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 10:11 pm
 Nine watched Charlie the Unicorn. XD <3
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 10:20 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 10:38 pm
Lol, everyone's rp entries are all "I taught you a lesson! Happy ending! C:", and all I can think of for that prompt is one of my character's beating the snot out of the punk. I'm not much for lessons. xD;;
QUICK! HOLD ON TO OUR TONGUES! U:
Which Charlie did you watch? 8D
THAT JUMPLUFF.
I FEEL A KINSHIP WITH IT.
ಠ M ಠ
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Dark_Musashi generated a random number between
1 and 100 ...
82!
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2009 2:14 am
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Dark_Musashi rolled 3 4-sided dice:
2, 3, 3
Total: 8 (3-12)
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2009 2:15 am
*assaults a random Firbunnythcro in the hopes it releases a berry*
FOR PONYYYYYYYYY
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Neko_no_Yami rolled 3 4-sided dice:
3, 1, 2
Total: 6 (3-12)
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2009 2:21 am
IT'S THE BLUBLUBLUH CHARLIE! *flees into the Firbun den*
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The Silver Falcon rolled 3 4-sided dice:
4, 2, 1
Total: 7 (3-12)
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2009 6:15 am
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Lady_Shinigami generated a random number between
1 and 100 ...
63!
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2009 6:39 am
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Lady_Shinigami rolled 3 4-sided dice:
2, 3, 1
Total: 6 (3-12)
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2009 6:40 am
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Liquid Kitsune rolled 3 4-sided dice:
3, 2, 1
Total: 6 (3-12)
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2009 6:43 am
I wonder how many people got that Musashi but I shall join you in the. FOR PONY! *charges*
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tefla generated a random number between
1 and 100 ...
13!
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2009 7:07 am
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