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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 6:33 pm
Dream wasn't too hung up about not getting a Poochyena, but he had to admit, even HIS calm and timid temper wanted back at the Rockets. If ANYTHING had happened to Aurore, the Rockets were going to pay big time. As it was, he only crouched low to them and bared his fangs with an angry hiss. He didn't know a move like bite or crunch, but he could still tear at things if need be.
Running towards them, he jumped in the air and spun in a circle, letting his Iron Tail glow brightly before slamming it down inbetween the legs of the nearest Rocket, who presently looked like he was going to wet himself. Momentarily pleased with himself, he trotted over to the group trying to dystroy the door. He frowned. He kind of agreed with the Espeon though. Why bring more Rockets down to cause trouble? He decided to try and be a voice of reason and actually get involved now. Till now, he'd just been concerned about Dakota, but now he was losing his patience and didn't want ANY of these stupid little children to botch up him finding Aurore. Taking a deep breath, he stood up on his hind haunches and aimed his voice at them, though the Hyper Voice attack reverberrated through the walls and more than a few Rockets were covering their ears from the screeching.
"STOP TRYING TO BUST THE DAMN DOOR DOWN!" he screamed while using the attack, closing his mouth and throat momentarily to stop the harmful effects of Hyper Voice. They better thank Groudon that Dakota was a puppy type and her ears were sensitive. Slamming his paws down on the ground, he looked at the pokemon trying to hit the door.
"Now, I don't know who this young lady is, but she's RIGHT. Sure, you could take down three, maybe four Rockets. But not ALL of them come unarmed like these buffoons were. We can't catch the pokemon they OWN, you silly child. Eventually, those of us that are skilled in battle will tire, and then who will be left to defend those who can't? Calling them all down here at once because we broke the stupid door down and set off the alarms is NOT the way I want to spend my life. I want to get to my Aurore, and make sure she is SAFE. If you don't care enough about your trainer to listen to authority and reason, so be it. But I'll be damned if I let you keep me from mine. If you'd really like, I can battle you until you're knocked out cold and we'll DRAG you up to the upper levels once Menudo figures out how. BUT NOT A MINUTE BEFORE." he fumed, getting in Jaidev's face with a low growl and chitter of anger in his throat. The time for timidness was done. If he wanted out, and wanted to get home to his family, he needed to help in a way that helped Menudo and those that were on the side of reason who DIDN'T want to get caught again.
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 6:45 pm
Fang flinched at the pitch of Dream's voice, and then backed up from the smallish group of Rockets. "Since this really was the only room with a true lock, shove 'em back inside and lock it then. The one with thumbs already said they don't know how to open the stairs door..." the rattata eyed the ghost-type for a second. "...though we could always leave him (*gesture at Merlin*) in there a bit to knock 'em out."
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 6:50 pm
Lentil squeaked loudly and jumped in shock because of the sudden shouting. Halfway through the jump he curled into a ball, and when he hit the floor the frightened little Sandshrew rolled away into the least populated corner he could find. No, no, he didn't like yelling, not at all. He ended up blocking out most of what the Furret said out of fright, but caught the jist of it. Lentil hadn't really been thinking about the humans that belonged to the other pokemon here, or that setting off the alarm would bring Rockets with mean pokemon and that there was probably more of them than there were here. No, no, that really wouldn't be good then. Lentil decided for now just to stay a huddled little ball in the corner and stay out of everyone's way; that would probably be best for all of them.
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 6:56 pm
After the hyper voice attack, all Lila heard from the Furret was pure mumbling in an angry tone. Which was good, she didn't really care to listen to the brown creature, anyway. She turned on Dream and slashed her sharp claws in front of the Furret, not coming close to her but her intention was to get her face away from Jaidev before the Marowak tried to smash his face in. Such a good idea, shove your nose in the face of a Marowak with a boneclub. Wonderful, such a smart little idiot. "Authority? Excuse me, but you don't have any authority over any of us, especially not me. And all I'm listening to is the chittery voice of a pissy pokemon, and that's sickening in itself. Excuse me if we're all tired of sitting here doing absolutely nothing but waiting for the only person who could possibly get us out to work on it more. Maybe you're content to just sit here, but I, for one, am not. If you don't want the alarm to go off then fine, I'll find something else to work on to get us out, while you sit and just be a good little mareep."
And with that, the dark-type snarled at the Furret, then turned and hopped down the stairs to the first floor. There could be a vent there, and vents, as far as she knew, didn't have alarms attached to them.
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 7:01 pm
Jaidev growled at the Furret, tempted to just bash it's head in, and was about to when Lila slashed her claws first. "That stupid mewtwo is to slow. And there's more than enough of us to take on Rockets you stupid furret. Listening to you all, being all loud and obnoxious has almost made me smash heads together. I'm doing something and I don't care if it brings more Rockets. So keep out of my face or I will not be afraid to smash that pretty little face of yours in." She growled for good measure, and turned away to follow Lila. "Sheep. That's all they are is stupid mareeps."
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 7:02 pm
Lucine’s ears went flat against her head---and part of her back, her ears being long and whatnot----at the sound of that screech and, even worse, the tirade. She had to admit, it made sense… but she’d rather not listen. So she didn’t. It was a bit immature, she had to admit, but she was going to stand by her actions. Standing around and waiting for someone else to rescue her was not, she decided, in her nature. “You are not an authority,” she said simply, putting her nose in the air. In her mind, as a mew, she was the authority here, not some silly upstart mewtwo.
Even worse, the screeching had upset poor Lentil! Sending a glare at the furret, Lucine padded over to the terrified sandshrew and tried to curl up around him. “It’ll be alright. We will get out of here. Don’t you worry… There is a way out. And we can find it, if we work together.”
Of course, it was a bit difficult to work with others when they were all raging… uhh… Lucine hesitated trying to find a suitable word. Potty brains, she decided. Yes. They were most decidedly potty brains.
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 7:08 pm
On her search for the elusive Poochyena puppy Pokemon, Dakota was finding nothing, and very quickly. Her sniffer had led her to the Luxray, which made no sense. However, a very loud and awful sound began to echo through the hallway, and the puppy Pokemon's ears couldn't help but pin down against her head. Whatever the sound was, it sounded mean.
Usually when Phoebe's voice turned mean, Dakota would go and hide behind the trash can. It was also a good hiding spot for when her trainer pulled out the vacuum. However, there was no trash can present at the moment. Where could the black Growlithe hide from the awful sound? She whimpered slightly, not quite knowing where to go from there. So instead of finding a place to hide, she lay down on her belly and covered her ears with her paws the best a puppy could.
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 7:10 pm
((*snrk* Potty brains. rofl ))
Lentil jumped a little when he felt something brush against him, but uncurled when he heard Lucine's voice. "I know, but, but," He stuttered, not quite sure how to explain himself. "Well it's just that I feel bad... I mean, you all have humans you care for, or most of you do. I wasn' thinking about tha' at all..." Guilt is what they called this feeling, right? What if they had set off the alarm and they all got caught and never saw their humans again? It'd be all his fault! Lentil sniffed meekly. "I have faith we'll get out, but now we're all fighting...'
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 7:11 pm
 Oooh, why must there be so much noise? It seemed that half of the other Pokémon were pulverizing the Rocket Grunts they had discovered, and the rest were attempting to do the same to the door, despite protests that it would only worsen things, and all of them were shouting at the top of their lungs. With a pathetic little mew of protest, Dido stuck her tiny paws into her outsized ears, doing her best to block out the noise. She huddled deeper into her pile of Substitute plushies, wishing she were back home, cuddling with Eros against Callisto's big, warm, white, furry belly, with Caligula snoring gently on the other side, all of them on a soft rug in front of a blazing fire... What she wouldn't give to be there, instead of here in the middle of all this chaos.
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 7:11 pm
((I was kinda thinking as to why the pogeys didn't go through the air vents either too but I guess some of them couldn't fit. XD *cough*))
Daybreak winced at the Hyper voice, even if he was agreeing with her. She had to shake her head to get rid of the buzzing noise.
"I want to hurt the Rockets just as much as you do, but things have to be done right or we won't get the chance. You don't know how powerful these Rockets can be in a group. And think about it. If they find out that the trainer's Pokemon are rebelling, they just might off them to persuade us otherwise. Or turn them against us."
"Now where did the Mewtwo go though? Probably off to get more coffee..." She muttered to herself.
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 7:13 pm
Dream's muscles rippled under his fur as he rolled his shoulders back at the dark-type that had threatened him. He would NOT let himself or Dakota get caught again. As he was then verbally assaulted by the Marowak, he growled and refused to take this anymore. He didn't care if they had some personal vendetta against the Rockets. Honestly, he didn't give a damn. Using Slam to slam the Marowak against the door she'd been trying to bash in with stupid force, he hissed violently in her face.
"I dont' care if you have something against Team Rocket.....I don't care if you think we're all stupid sheep. I'm only saying this ISN'T the only way to FIX THINGS. Maybe if you weren't such a BONEHEAD you'd know that force isn't the only way to help!" he snarled, pushing off of her violently and beggining to pace around the hallway in a generally furious mood. It was rare that Dream ever lost his temper, even more rare that he ever found himself disliking a pokemon to a point of pure hatred. He found himself doing that now. This woman was so....so.....damned STUBBORN.
"Stupid woman. Thinking that she's right just because she can swing a huge damn bone around. Ooooooh, so scary. I could go to a damn graveyard and do the exact same thing, wouldn't make me any more important than anyone else. God, I hate people who feel the need to constantly be in charge just because they have the strength to throw it around...." he kept ranting softly to himself as he paced up and down the hallway, fur bristling so much he looked like one long tube of fluffy fury. Of course he didn't want to depend on Menudo all the time, but for now, it seemed the safest and most efficient way to spend their time. Save your strength for the battles later, don't use it all up hitting a damn door! Stalking into the bathroom, he just wanted to dystroy something.
"I HATE women!" he howled to himself in the women's pink bathroom, while using an Ice Beam he'd recently been taught through a TM to freeze and break all the pipes in the room, causing ice fixtures and pillars to grow on the stalls and frost creep up the shower. With that, he used Iron Tail on one of the sinks which just sprayed cold water everywhere before the ice still in the pipe caught up to it and it stopped midspray and chilled Dream down almost painfully. He continued to pace in the now partially dystroyed and now very cold room though. Figured he needed time to cool off.
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 7:17 pm
Thereafter ignoring the other pokemon, Lila hopped down the stairs and went from room to room, looking for air vents. Finally settling on the room they started in, she pushed the door open wider and walked in, looking around the dimly-lit room. She huffed a bit, her ears still ringing, but that was alright.
Pausing in the middle of the room, her eyes quickly adjusted to the change in light and she spotted a vent near the ceiling. "There's one!" She said, dashing to the wall right beneath it. "But, hmm... How do we get up there?" It really was a dilemma for two rather short pokemon. Oh dear, hopefully they'd think of something. "What do you think, Jaidev?" Lila asked as she turned to look at the Marowak.
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 7:26 pm
Jaidev followed the sneasel from room to room, blatantly ignoring all the other pokemon. She didn't know what Lila was looking for so really couldn't be of much help. At least not until Lila pointed out that there was one of something anyways.
She peered up at the ceiling and thought. "If we had one of those...things those humans sit on. Chairs? It might work. Could also have you balance on my club and could lift you up to reach it. Maybe. If you didn't move around to much." she pondered aloud. She may be stubborn but she actually had a mind of her own and was willing to use it unlike others.
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 7:46 pm
After a while, the mean sounds stopped. Dakota cautiously looked up out from under her paws, then lifted the paws away from her ears. Her ears twitched slightly, as if to check the sounds didn't get stuck inside of her slightly floppy ears.
It seemed safe. The puppy Pokemon pushed herself to her feet, then finally got an idea. Maybe Dream could help keep the mean sounds away! Liking the sounds of the idea, the black growlithe began to sniff around. It was a bit trickier than usual, because she was still dragging around that slobbery apple of hers. However, with a sniff-sniff here and a sniff-sniff there, the fire-type was led to what seemed like a frozen bathroom-wasteland. The ice didn't bother her at all, despite ice being made of water. It was only water that gave her a terrible time.
However, it seemed like Dream was not in a good mood. His posture was speaking at least 3 volumes to Dakota. Her own posture seemed to grow more submissive as she slunk up towards her friend, sat down near him, and offered her paw to him while giving him really big puppy eyes.
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 7:47 pm
Rental woke up in a daze, her brain working on something particular to recall, Ekans! Her hazel eyes grew wide in fear, the hungry hisses of the Ekans now constantly being played over and over in her memory. Where were they? Did someone chase them off into another section? Pokeballs....THE POKEBALLS. She finally remembered what had happened. Quite a few Pokemon tossed a few balls, hoping to imprison/tame the wild Pokemon, including herself.
The safari ball placed before her answered the question. Rental had caught one of the Ekans. Which one? She cared not. Though the female nidoran WAS curious she thought it was a safe bet to keep it inside. Maybe she'd just bring it along with her? Release it into the wild when this whole mess was cleared. Awesome plan!
Sniffing through the mess the others had made Rental finally found a carrying case. It was a plain plastic bag which would do the job of carrying the Pokeball perfectly. Rolling it inside, Rental grabbed the ends with her mouth and followed the ruckus which obviously belonged to her imprisoned mates.
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