"S-shut up! Just shut up!" It was clear Ada was bested easily in the insults category. She could come up with nothing against her sister, only a small grunt when she used her weapon to point at Impromptu. She didn't like that, not one bit, and Impromptu would growl it, knowing better than to try and bite. He'd take two or three steps back as a precaution, keeping his eyes on it as if waiting for it to come at him
He'd be snapped out of it quick at Adas orders. "Impromptu, center stage! If it's a fight you want, it's a fight you've got!" Impromptu would bark once before running forwards, Ada stepping back to give him space. Close to never had Ada gotten a chance to show her sister just how tough Impromptu was. Most people didn't give her the chance, much less her sister. He was the runt of the litter, a dumb mutt that everyone just assumed was too weak to bother. Well, she'd show 'em! Even if this was just a fake, it was as close to besting Marissa as she'd ever get!
Impromptu would growl as intimidatingly as he could, glaring up at the nightmare from the ground. He was way more bite than bark, and he'd prove it!
[[ if you dont have a pokemon already thought up, adas sister always uses the typical cutesy or girly pokemon. Anything in the pink category should work ]]
Posted: Fri Jun 28, 2013 10:10 am
(Thanks, and no, I didn't have anything particular thought up pokemon wise)
"As you wish, but don't think I am going to go easy on you."
Her sister would declare harshly as she drew her weapon once in the sands, and a bit of darkness would leak from it. The form itself would start to twist and shape itself into something that would be complete opposite of the fire dog right in front of them ....as the cat would literally purr at the sight of them both. The Skitty would take it's paw shape tail and touch the top of one ear.
Then she would give a wink.
(What do all the doggies do when a cat enter the room?)
She would declare in a voice that practically reek of nobility and a snobbishness that ran from whisker to tail tips. Her claws would softly stroke the ground underneath her feet as she waited for the pup's answer.
Her feet were spread apart and her tail whip the air as a completely devilish look was on her face.
Skitty (f) lvl: 5/Sassy Hp: 21 Pp: 20 Att: 11 Def: 11 Spd: 9 Sp Att: 10 Sp Def:11 Moves: Tackle, Tickle, Captivate, Zen Headbutt Held item: Mask of Nightmares
Once again the Growlithe would miss his target; obviously enough working with water wasn't his forte!
Grey Moonfang IV rolled 1 20-sided dice:
17Total: 17 (1-20)
Posted: Fri Jun 28, 2013 3:09 pm
Jazzfox
Points: 5
Jasmine was off to an alright start, managing to toss two perfect peppers into the basket, along with one which was a little overripe. Sadly the first one would miss entirely. Still plenty more where that came from!
Pepper Picker Objective: Pick the most ripe peppers! Rules: Roll 5 D20. Each roll will decide the degree of ripeness, and your over all aim. Rolls from 2-5 will be under ripe, worth one point. Rolls fo 15-19 will be over ripe, also 1 point. Rolls between 6-14 are perfect, worth 2 points. A roll of 1 will be green, worth -4 points. A roll of 20 will be rotten, and cause Marble to automatically miss the next catch. Three rounds. Each time I will roll 1 D20 to decide Marble's position. Rolls more then 5 above or below will miss the basket.
As Jasmine and Nightingale worked away, the pair looked at their work... three out of five wasn't so bad, but they looked to each other with a grin. They could do better still!
"Looking good there, Nightingale, just keep an eye on those throws and I'll try to be more careful about my picks!"
[Affirmative!] The Chansey would salute happily, nodding brimly as she would get her feet ready, setting one after the other like a football player about to accept a pass.
"Alright..." Jasmine grinned, giving her arms a slow rotation, readying herself, "Lets get to it then!"
[They're not doing too bad you know...] Ironclaw cooed as she Roosted at the tree side, cracking an eye to look at the Lampent still floating and watching the pair at work.
[For now...] Burnout gave a hiss of smoke again from his glass dome past the lid. [But I seem to remember someone else had very good luck until they let confidence get them with another Miltank?]
[Hmmph.] Ironclaw spat, raising her head instead to watch more intently. [I'm certain they're going to do far better than you think! Just have confidence in them already!]
In the Garden of Monsters rolled 1 20-sided dice:
9Total: 9 (1-20)
Posted: Sat Jun 29, 2013 3:09 pm
Grey Moonfang IV
Once again, Culann would miss. Grumbling, he kept up his watery assault.
"Hmph, who said I wanted you to?" Ada would retort. She'd give the skitty a mere glance before crossing her arms. Absolutely disgusting, under any other circumstance she would be all over such a cute little thing but...
No, she had to focus! Impromptu would simply growl at the skitty's words, grunting as the fur on his back would stand on end. Cats...he couldn't stand cats! Something in his head told him that, at least. Cats were the worst, this was a fact. This cat was no exception! "Impro, show 'er who's boss! Tear that kitten to shreds!" "> Aye, sir! <" the pup would bark, baring his fangs and running at the skitty. She was gonna give her a big ol' Bite, something every good dog knew to do to when presented with one of these (disgusting, repulsive) felines!
The Skitty would purr as the dog came, and Marissa would almost laugh in her sister's face as she merely chuckled as the pokemon seemed completely relaxed. They didn't bother to get serious until the dog was nearly on top of her.
"Tackle."
The cat would move then ....as she counters swiftly by dropping her stance, and slipping underneath him and his maw. Her tail going to slap his head to the side ....as she lunge upwards at his chest and throat. It was a move that was set to hit vital spots, and if she timed it right ...the skitty would send the Growlithe flying backwards with the counter, and at the same time ...would cut the breathe for his body.
It was a double wound.
"Tut ...Tut, you have to do much better than that?" "I thought you went to school to get stronger, not weaker."
The girl would taunt, without even looking at the full effect of their attack.
The Buneary was practically a mile away at this point, but somehow Culann's attempt would only just miss the fuzzy brown fluffball. Still a miss was a miss, and it was clear to see this little game was rapidly going down hill. Chasing her son out of the bushes the mother Buneary would give an angry huff...her son would just scream like he was in the middle of a flasher flick and everyone else was wearing goalie masks.
Confidence it would seem was where it all went wrong. That first throw would be a rotten one, the canine pepper striking Marble in the face in a somewhat foamy, gooey mess. Blinding by the stuff, the bovine beauty would then miss a near perfect through entirely, the pepper striking the ground and breaking. The next two would be perfect picks, though they almost missed as well as Marble finally managed to clear her gaze. The last pepper would miss entirely, flying between the Miltank's legs and rolling across the ground to the fence at the far end.
Pepper Picker Objective: Pick the most ripe peppers! Rules: Roll 5 D20. Each roll will decide the degree of ripeness, and your over all aim. Rolls from 2-5 will be under ripe, worth one point. Rolls fo 15-19 will be over ripe, also 1 point. Rolls between 6-14 are perfect, worth 2 points. A roll of 1 will be green, worth -4 points. A roll of 20 will be rotten, and cause Marble to automatically miss the next catch. Three rounds. Each time I will roll 1 D20 to decide Marble's position. Rolls more then 5 above or below will miss the basket.
((Excess rolls by accident. Just ignore all the others after the first 18.))
((Lol, you also got a bundle of rolls I'd have liked among that bunch))
((Welp, let's do this!))
Nightingale grimaced immediately at her mistake, Jasmine had handed her a rotten one?!!? She considered, looking apologetically to the Miltank, then back to the girl, wondering whether or not to tell her about the mistake...
At least one or two more throws were worthwhile, as she decided on the better part of valour, smiling happily to the girl. [Good work Jasmine! Just... please make sure you're careful with your picks?]
"Hmm?" The girl looked up, already picking the first one.
[Just, we want to be careful, watch out for any rotten ones, that's all?]
"Oh, um, sure!" Jasmine smiled, a little confused, but suddenly wondering about that plump one from earlier...
All the while Jasmine and Nightingale worked, Ironclaw just kept herself from bursting out in laughter at the rotten one, her beak buried down with her talons gripping her beak shut, a series of hissed little cackles coming out.
Burnout glanced back without comment, ironic enough she was the one supportive and him now, looking back, certainly hoping the girl had it in her to make the right throws...
If nothing else, her confidence needed it.
This Miltank was gentle, but he didn't want to place faith in a dream for how forgiving she might or might not be...
"Alright," Jasmine plucked the first pepper, looking to the Chansey at her side, "Ready?"
[Ready!] Nightingale poised, just as ready as before... but this time, vowing to be more careful with her WHAT she was throwing!
Posted: Sun Jun 30, 2013 10:09 am
Jazzfox
Points: 11
In the next round of throws, one had to wonder if the Chansey had decide to do things with her eyes closed. Though two would land squarely, the rest would miss the basket, and Marble, by at least a quarter mile. Not that Jasmine's own picks had been absolutely perfect either; though at least none had been rotten or overripe. Looking about for a moment, Marble would shift the basket under one arm, uttering a gentle ">Oh my...<" Giving a somewhat forced smile, her voice still flawlessly kind, the Miltank would call out to Jasmine ">Thank you for the help sweetie, but I think I'll finish up by myself. You run along now, we don't want all this corruption getting to such a sweet girl<" She said before she began to collect all the peppers which had missed the basket and survived.
">Oh!<" The gentle pink Pokemon suddenly cried out as she picked up one pepper in particular ">Here deary. A reward for the work!<" She called, tossing flawlessly to Jasmine a large pepper.
[JASMINE OBTAINED....CANINE PEPPER?]
Pepper Picker Objective: Pick the most ripe peppers! Rules: Roll 5 D20. Each roll will decide the degree of ripeness, and your over all aim. Rolls from 2-5 will be under ripe, worth one point. Rolls fo 15-19 will be over ripe, also 1 point. Rolls between 6-14 are perfect, worth 2 points. A roll of 1 will be green, worth -4 points. A roll of 20 will be rotten, and cause Marble to automatically miss the next catch. Three rounds. Each time I will roll 1 D20 to decide Marble's position. Rolls more then 5 above or below will miss the basket.
Jasmine accepted the pepper, looking down at the thing she had been tossed... it seemed... somehow off... "Oh, um, thank you?" She spoke, in the same awkward voice.
Nightingale clapped her hands happily, dusting them off as she would congratulate herself blissfully on her own handiwork. [Happy to help anytime!]
Burnout kept himself quiet, he wouldn't say anything unless asked otherwise, but his glare to Ironclaw said it all before the bird would flap her loose beak.
Over the Skarmory would get up and make her way to Jasmine's side, with a flap of the wing spreading her feathers into their familiar steps for the girl to hop on up.
Jasmine still wasn't sure what to think, but, she still offered the Miltank a smile of her own, "Thank you again, just, please take care of yourself."
"If you need anything else, I promise I'm a better pokémon trainer and nurse than a gardener?" Up she would hop onto Ironclaw's back, crutch aside for the moment.
[We're happy to help anytime!] Nightingale would echo with a flex of muscles from her tiny arms.
[Come along, Jasmine.] Burnout would cough, issuing Ironclaw to follow as they turned.
The girl turned, just enough to wave back to the Miltank as they'd head onward again.
Posted: Sun Jun 30, 2013 12:32 pm
This time their journey would be interrupted by a rather odd thing. An egg, large and pink, would fly through the air and smash into a tree, splattering it's thick gooey contents onto the bark with something of a GOOSH. From behind the bushes they would simply hear a rambling of ">Egg, eggeggeggegg egg! Eggy eggy egg egg egg!!!<" It would be up to them whether or not to investigate.
Jasmine would have to yank her head back as suddenly the egg flew past and splattered away. With the four of them looking at the contents splattered across the ground, Nightingale in particular horror at it, Jasmine looked to Burnout there...
A weary sigh came from the Lampent, as he simply gave way to Jasmine's question before she would even ask it. [Very well, let's take a look...]
"Thanks," Jasmine gave, before nodding to Ironclaw, "Shall we?"
With Nightingale hiding behind the Skarmory's legs, they moved over toward the bush to take a peek...
