Hiro sneezed at the announcement. He wished he had known that earlier, Despair would have love to come out and play. But no matter, his two were more than enough for this task.
"As you wish."
Hiro would actually do a bow like a butler as he click his heels together and stop himself at a right angle before straightening back up.
"Blight, let's go all out. You learned a new move didn't you ...let's give it a try. Use leech seed and aim for the Ghost. "
Blight would actually smile at that one as she turns and arch her rear end as she turns her bulb so that it was aimed at the ghost pokemon. It would be one quick shot of single seed was spit towards her opponent.
"Now, you flub this the first time you used it, but practice makes perfect, Fluke."
The pokemon was at alert when he called his name. This was his first battle against a real trainer, so it was worth giving it everything he had.
"Use, Nightslash ...same target."
This time the bug pokemon would race forward as he went with both arms pull back towards his rocky home. He would actually cross them at the last moment in a style that was very close to looking like an X-scissor.
Fluke was trying to show off as both of them seemed to be targeting the ghost pokemon on the team.
Not quite what he'd meant, but Argyle was more than willing to accept the consequences for that slip of the tongue. The battle it would seem, was on! Moving a little further away from the battle to allow some proper room, the young butler would resist the urge to point out the flaws in Hiro's own bow. It wasn't necessary. What was necessary would be making sure Sybelle came out of this alive....metaphorically speaking. "Sybelle spread yourself out. Can't seed what isn't solid" Argyle directed, following it with a quick gesture towards the Dwebble "Jekyll, give the Dwebble a taste of what the Mew got!"
Sybelle meanwhile would float into the center of the field, grinning from eye to eye as she announced to Hiro's Pokemon ">Pull my finger!.....??.....oh right! No hands! Hehe<" She snickered, tilting her head and grinning wider still ">Then I'll do it myself!<" The next moment the Ghost-type would explode into a mass of black-purple gas, attempting to thin out by the second.
Jekyll smirked, giving off his usual croaking chuckle. Oh this was going to be fun! ">You got it boss!<" The Croagunk shouted, giving a swift salute before leaping onto the refreshment table. Picking up what remained of Argyle's punch, the Croagunk would thrust his hand into it, filling it with his own slime. He'd then crush the cup, spilling punch in the process, before shoving it into his mouth and chewing. After several moments he spat out an oozing mass of yuck which was apparently supposed to pass for mud. He got inventive in the absence of dirt.
Winding up, the Poison-type would toss the gunk like a pitcher. With any luck he'd bean the Dwebble right between the eyes with a Mud-Slap!
[Roll #1: Sybelle/Roll#2: Jekyll]
Starter Pokemon: Croagunk [M] Name & Level: Jekyll, Lv 6 [Temperament] Naughty Bio:The story of how Argyle met Jekyll is a bit of an odd one. After purchasing a bulk shipment of skin rejuvenating mud from Sinnoh's Great Marsh (Guarnteed to take twenty years off your appearance!), Mistress Rosevelt had set aside some time for a fully immersive experience with the product, during which she received quite the surprise. It would seem the mud had come with stowaway in the form of an egg. Unfortunately it was about this same time the egg decided to hatch, splattering the aristocratic woman with muck and eggshell. After a shriek and shrill cry for the nearest Argyle to attend her, Verde arrived and was immediately ordered to dispose of the creature, although not before cleaning up the mess it had created. Whispering a snide remark just below his breath, both Mistress and Argyle were in for a surprise when the newly born Croagunk began to snicker devilishly. It seemed the Poison-type had heard the boy, and shared his sense of humor. Amused by this fact the young Butler then went about the task of convincing Mistress Rosevelt that the Croagunk would be quite useful in his regular duties, allowing him to make the manor to "shine as radiantly as you do Mistress Rosevelt". Little more in the way of convincing was required on the boy's part, and so he obtained his first and for the time being only Pokemon.
Since then Jekyll has proven a good match for Argyle, frequently snickering at the boy's comments be they made aloud, or simply implied. Unlike Argyle however Jekyll does nothing to hide his wicked nature, frequently mocking others quite openly and then laughing about it. Though cruel he is not crude, and more than willingly to amuse himself by catching the enemy off guard. Stats: HP: 23/23, PP: 24, ATK: 15, DEF: 11, SPD: 14, SP-ATK: 14, SP-DEF: 9 MOVES: - Astonish - Headbutt - Meditate - Mud-slap Held Item: Blue Scarf EXP: 135/175
Pokemon: Gastly [F] Name & Level: Sybelle, Lv 6 [Temperament] Impish Bio: While traversing the bizarre terrain of The Island of New Beginning's third ring, and after a particularly awful joke by Jekyll, Argyle would be altered to the presence of a Gastly by her insane giggling. Immediately seeing the advantages of owning a Ghost-type, the youth would go about putting on a comedy routine. Relying on an old act performed for his mistress's pets, and the hope that Jekyll would do his part, the pair sent the Gastly bowling over with laughter. So amused by the duo's antics, Sybelle decided to stick around in hopes of future entertainment. Stats: HP: 19/19, PP: 20, ATK: 11, DEF: 11, SPD: 16, SP-ATK: 16, SP-DEF: 11 MOVES: - Astonish - Ice Punch - Spite - Held Item: Nevermeltice EXP: 122/175
The attacks would miss, both attacks as Blight's seed missed by inches while Fluke missed by a mile. The pokemon had already vanished, and left him charging an empty places where only his speed had been enough to avoid the antics of the Croagunk.
It was a disappointing move, but that sort of thing happens ...now and again. So there was nothing for it as the first attacked ended with no injuries on either side.
It remind him way too much of the Mew.
Fluke would slide to a stop and with that the two pokemon had for the moment been parted. Fluke was on side of the field and Blight was still next to Hiro on the other side.
"Well, it seems that learning new moves is hard, but using them times more practice. IT's okay, we shall simply have to try again, but for now ...I need you both to defend. Fluke, I want you to get back on our side, so use your speed and dodge any attacks you can. Blight, dig in."
She understood what that meant she would literally seem to shrink into herself. She was condensing herself so that her defense would be at it's highest as Fluke took off like a streak back towards Hiro.
This fight was going to more fun than the Mew one, he hoped.
"Hey, Verde ...is one of these pokemon your starter?"
It was a harmless question, but one that had caught Hiro's interest somehow.
Argyle would grit his teeth slightly "If you would., please refer to me as Argyle" He said, his tone flat but not impolite. While proper etiquette demanded he introduced himself, having people presumptuously use his first name had always been a bit of a sticking point. In answer to Hiro's question however, the boy would then gesture towards his Croagunk "Jekyll target the Bulbasaur. give it a headache" He'd then gesture towards Sybelle, snapping his fingers as the Gastly pulled herself back together "Sybelle, Ice Punch. Same target" This command would be followed by a the butler's gaze shifting to Hiro "One good turn deserves another."
Sybelle on the other hand would rise higher into the air, carefully mixing her gases as she sang ">Let it snow let is snoooooow~!<" When the mixture was just right she'd freeze and fall towards Hiro's Bulbasaur, a massive frozen fist!
Rubbing his hands together gleefully, Jekyll would snicker like some sort of back-alley villain. It had been quite some time since he'd gotten the order to knock some heads!
Bounding forward, the Croagunk would make a beeline for Blight. Once he was in range he'd kick off with his powerful legs and aim to bash his skull against her's with Headbutt!
[Roll #1: Sybelle/Roll#2: Jekyll]
Starter Pokemon: Croagunk [M] Name & Level: Jekyll, Lv 6 [Temperament] Naughty Bio:The story of how Argyle met Jekyll is a bit of an odd one. After purchasing a bulk shipment of skin rejuvenating mud from Sinnoh's Great Marsh (Guarnteed to take twenty years off your appearance!), Mistress Rosevelt had set aside some time for a fully immersive experience with the product, during which she received quite the surprise. It would seem the mud had come with stowaway in the form of an egg. Unfortunately it was about this same time the egg decided to hatch, splattering the aristocratic woman with muck and eggshell. After a shriek and shrill cry for the nearest Argyle to attend her, Verde arrived and was immediately ordered to dispose of the creature, although not before cleaning up the mess it had created. Whispering a snide remark just below his breath, both Mistress and Argyle were in for a surprise when the newly born Croagunk began to snicker devilishly. It seemed the Poison-type had heard the boy, and shared his sense of humor. Amused by this fact the young Butler then went about the task of convincing Mistress Rosevelt that the Croagunk would be quite useful in his regular duties, allowing him to make the manor to "shine as radiantly as you do Mistress Rosevelt". Little more in the way of convincing was required on the boy's part, and so he obtained his first and for the time being only Pokemon.
Since then Jekyll has proven a good match for Argyle, frequently snickering at the boy's comments be they made aloud, or simply implied. Unlike Argyle however Jekyll does nothing to hide his wicked nature, frequently mocking others quite openly and then laughing about it. Though cruel he is not crude, and more than willingly to amuse himself by catching the enemy off guard. Stats: HP: 23/23, PP: 24, ATK: 15, DEF: 11, SPD: 14, SP-ATK: 14, SP-DEF: 9 MOVES: - Astonish - Headbutt - Meditate - Mud-slap Held Item: Blue Scarf EXP: 135/175
Pokemon: Gastly [F] Name & Level: Sybelle, Lv 6 [Temperament] Impish Bio: While traversing the bizarre terrain of The Island of New Beginning's third ring, and after a particularly awful joke by Jekyll, Argyle would be altered to the presence of a Gastly by her insane giggling. Immediately seeing the advantages of owning a Ghost-type, the youth would go about putting on a comedy routine. Relying on an old act performed for his mistress's pets, and the hope that Jekyll would do his part, the pair sent the Gastly bowling over with laughter. So amused by the duo's antics, Sybelle decided to stick around in hopes of future entertainment. Stats: HP: 19/19, PP: 20, ATK: 11, DEF: 11, SPD: 16, SP-ATK: 16, SP-DEF: 11 MOVES: - Astonish - Ice Punch - Spite - Held Item: Nevermeltice EXP: 122/175
The two attacks would find home against her as they both bounces off of her hard. The one with ice was a much harder attack than the one that was attempted by the Croagunk.
Hiro had been right.
The threaten in this battle was the one with the Ice Punch.
"Blight, are you okay."
The look she gave him could have frozen snow as she shiver hard. She was cold, that attack was cold, and she wasn't happy she as pissed off. She wanted some revenge and what command did he give.
"Use Leech Seed."
She almost turned and used it on him.
"Aim for the Gastly."
Fluke would reach her side at this point. He hadn't had any trouble, he had been forgotten and that was starting to be come a thing for him. Whether it was good or bad, he hadn't decided yet as Hiro turned him back around again to make the same attempt.
"We aren't given up just yet, use Night Slash. Aim for that ghost type again as well."
Hiro can be pretty single minded as he looks at Verde.
"Why should I call you by your last name if you call me by first?"
Argyle would arch a brow again, looking at his opponent with more than a little confusion "I don't believe I've addressed you by either actually" He stated. It was the truth. Not once since the young trainer introduced himself had the butler ever used his name. Granted he didn't tend to use people's names in general. One because it required him to remember them, and two when you lived with 5 other people with your exact name....they didn't hold much use.
That fact pointed out, Argyle would turn his attention to more important matters...the battle. "Sybelle do as before. Jekyll you too, but try to aim better!" True there was consequences in countering again...but the reward seemed worth the risk.
Thus it was that Sybelle would go on the defensive. This time however she made a show of sneezing before the gaseous explosion.
Jekyll, being the recycling sort, would race over to his earlier 'mud' clump. Once it was in hand he would re-chew it, and toss it towards the Dwebble. This time aiming for the much larger target of the shell.
[Roll #1: Sybelle/Roll#2: Jekyll]
Starter Pokemon: Croagunk [M] Name & Level: Jekyll, Lv 6 [Temperament] Naughty Bio:The story of how Argyle met Jekyll is a bit of an odd one. After purchasing a bulk shipment of skin rejuvenating mud from Sinnoh's Great Marsh (Guarnteed to take twenty years off your appearance!), Mistress Rosevelt had set aside some time for a fully immersive experience with the product, during which she received quite the surprise. It would seem the mud had come with stowaway in the form of an egg. Unfortunately it was about this same time the egg decided to hatch, splattering the aristocratic woman with muck and eggshell. After a shriek and shrill cry for the nearest Argyle to attend her, Verde arrived and was immediately ordered to dispose of the creature, although not before cleaning up the mess it had created. Whispering a snide remark just below his breath, both Mistress and Argyle were in for a surprise when the newly born Croagunk began to snicker devilishly. It seemed the Poison-type had heard the boy, and shared his sense of humor. Amused by this fact the young Butler then went about the task of convincing Mistress Rosevelt that the Croagunk would be quite useful in his regular duties, allowing him to make the manor to "shine as radiantly as you do Mistress Rosevelt". Little more in the way of convincing was required on the boy's part, and so he obtained his first and for the time being only Pokemon.
Since then Jekyll has proven a good match for Argyle, frequently snickering at the boy's comments be they made aloud, or simply implied. Unlike Argyle however Jekyll does nothing to hide his wicked nature, frequently mocking others quite openly and then laughing about it. Though cruel he is not crude, and more than willingly to amuse himself by catching the enemy off guard. Stats: HP: 23/23, PP: 24, ATK: 15, DEF: 11, SPD: 14, SP-ATK: 14, SP-DEF: 9 MOVES: - Astonish - Headbutt - Meditate - Mud-slap Held Item: Blue Scarf EXP: 135/175
Pokemon: Gastly [F] Name & Level: Sybelle, Lv 6 [Temperament] Impish Bio: While traversing the bizarre terrain of The Island of New Beginning's third ring, and after a particularly awful joke by Jekyll, Argyle would be altered to the presence of a Gastly by her insane giggling. Immediately seeing the advantages of owning a Ghost-type, the youth would go about putting on a comedy routine. Relying on an old act performed for his mistress's pets, and the hope that Jekyll would do his part, the pair sent the Gastly bowling over with laughter. So amused by the duo's antics, Sybelle decided to stick around in hopes of future entertainment. Stats: HP: 19/19, PP: 20, ATK: 11, DEF: 11, SPD: 16, SP-ATK: 16, SP-DEF: 11 MOVES: - Astonish - Ice Punch - Spite - Held Item: Nevermeltice EXP: 122/175
A familiar sound would echo throughout the Dance Hall, though this time instead of crashing to the floor, Professor Strominoff's Bronzong would be found swinging from the rafters. Hiro and Argyle would find their Pokemon surrounded in an odd off-colour glow before they were forcefully removed from the field and into their Pokeballs. "Is not being time for fahghting. Is time for hahppy making" The Professor said as he stepped into thew room, clapping his hands together as if the massive living bell hadn't already gotten everyone's attention.
Gesturing behind himself with a sweep of his heavy sleeve, a rather large table would appear behind the Professor loaded with finely wrapped presents and....eggs? "All doing very vell fahghting Mew!! Vorthy of rewards! Coming and picking egg. Professors telling what choosing can be."
Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2016 8:48 pm
With the snubbing from Croagunk and the fact that they were about to start battling, Shinx had grumpily returned to Poppy, who passively watched as the battle started to unfold. The challenger didn't seem to be doing too well, but the battle wouldn't reach its conclusion tonight as the sound of the Bronzong rings through the hall again. Professor Strominoff returns to the room, and her blue eyes trail to the table that appears behind him. Gifts and eggs, very good rewards. Once he beckons them over, Poppy is the first to stride towards the table, Shinx bounding ahead of her.
While drinking his punch, he'd noticed a battle had been started. Whether a sparring match or out of competition, he hadn't paid enough attention after being snapped out of his own little world. He'd continue to watch until it was interrupted, and a familiar loud noise and thick accent filled the room. At least they'd be rewarded for their efforts. He walked over to see what was being offered.
Both children that approached the table would receive a response of silence in return for their own. They weren't Professor Strominoff's students, so of course he had no idea who they were, or what they were entitled to as a result. When it became clear that neither was going to introduce themselves, the man would sigh and turn. Parents didn't teach their children manners anymore did they?
Shuffling through a stack of file folders, the Professor would meticulously open each, checking the student photograph they took when registering the student, and matching it to the pair standing before him.
Once their identities were confirmed, the Professor would hand each student a list "Egg being one of zese. Only one" He indicated strongly. Each student only got one Egg, and while that seemed clear enough, there were always 'exceptional' individuals who chose to ignore it.Best to ring clearer than a Bronzong.
Argyle, suddenly deprived of his Pokemon and a potential victory, would cross his arms. Upon the indication of a reward his position became more relaxed....well other peoples version of relaxed. Frankly he always found crossing his arms a comfortable position, but a significant number of people seemed to take it as a defiant gesture. Seeing as two of the students were behind handled by the oddly accented Professor, and that he was pretty sure the other two ought to be lurking somewhere, the Butler would step directly up to the table. "Verde Argyle the Third" He stated, bowing slightly despite the absence of anyone physically standing there. Someone would be along shortly he was sure. Whether it was Harlowe or the other one, introductions were still important.
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2016 3:41 pm
Poppy hadn't known she was expected to introduce herself upon approaching the table, only thinking to inspect what was on it at first, so hopefully she can be forgiven for the slight in manners. Inspecting the assorted eggs on the table, she looks up when the Professor addresses the both of them and offers them a list. "Oh. Thank you professor." Scanning the list given to her and the choices available to her, she decides rather quickly which egg she wants. The Mime Jr., whose egg she moves to stand before and rest a hand on. "May I have this one, please?"
Touching the egg would reveal to Poppy however that it was startling cold....and felt a lot like Papier-mâché actually. As if they'd pile actual eggs on a table. That could endanger the lives of Pokemon yet hatched! Not to mention how was any student supposed to actually identify one egg from another. In such a myriad of colours, Pokemon eggs didn't exactly come with labels. Well perhaps Professor Strominoff hadn't been clear enough on picking from the actual list they were given.
Still, somehow the Professor seemed to understand which one she wanted, and so reaching under the table into the mystical void, would come out holding a large cylindrical container with a PokeBalkl attached to the top "Be making sure to be keeping ball. Vill be needing vhen baby hatches" Professor Strominoff stated clearly, then turning around would take a wrapped gift and hand it to Poppy. Apparently this was her Secret Santa gift. The contents of which would reveal themselves as a weathered and worn fishing pole.
[Poppy got an Old Rod!] The Professor would then produce another box, but this he would not hand to the girl "One last choice making" He said, choosing to hand her a pamphlet rather than explain verbally. It would seem Poppy had one last choice to make. The contents of the pamphlet would show two items, an Arena Pass and something called The Seed of Experience. [Arena Pass: Allows one to battle/train beyond the 3 a day limit imposed by the Mirage Arena.]
[Seed of Experience: Functions like a Lucky Egg when held. May be planted on one's land for mysterious results. Warning: Seed must be properly cared for when planted or it will die.]
Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2016 5:08 pm
Shiloh would arrive in time to hear the professor talk about getting eggs and prizes. He had to admit that he was just glad that his own pokemon was still alive, but he wasn't going to turn down any rewards as he walks over to the table.
He would bow as he saw the boy in front of him do, and he wasn't sure who he was addressing, but he copy him.
"My name is Shiloh Zama, I am from the Longinus Class."
Then he would stand and wait. Waiting can be boring, but it wasn't the worst thing he found himself having to do as he waited to see what would happen next.
Of course, she didn't expect the egg on the table to be the real one, she was only further indicating which one she desired. Most Pokemon eggs are very distinct, colorful and with different patterns reflecting what the Pokemon inside looks like. As she had seen a Mime Jr. on her path, it was easy to identify which egg was made to look like it. All of the choices were based on Pokemon she had interacted with on the path, and the fact that she thought of wanting a Mime Jr. for her team is not lost on her now.
Taking the container in her weak child arms, she sets it on the table and removes the pokeball from the top, placing it in her bag with the others. Save it for the little one, easy enough. "Thank you Professor. Was the threat to the school neutralized? Will we need to report what we did on our respective paths?" Taking the offered gift, she dips her head in appreciation before opening it and examining it. A fishing rod, useful. It will help with obtaining a water Pokemon for her Poke-lot. Securing the hook to the wood, she slings the rod within a loop on her bag and makes sure that it will stay before turning back to Prof. Strominoff.
Taking the pamphlet, she looks over the two different items, and the choice is made quickly. Setting it back down on the table for him to take back or offer to another student, she taps the open pamphlet over the second item. "I would like the Seed of Experience, please."
Hiro sneezed at the announcement. He wished he had known that earlier, Despair would have love to come out and play. But no matter, his two were more than enough for this task.
