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 Posted: Tue May 14, 2013 11:59 pm
It was a day like any other. The sun was shining through the the clear glass dome. In the epic journey through the canopy of leaves and branches, only a few streaks remained to light up the ground that Bugsy walked on each morning, but that was just how he liked it; not too dark, not too bright. The young gym leader took in a deep breath through the nose and exhaled loudly. "What a lovely day, wouldn't you say, Scyther?" The mantis did not share the boy's exuberance for the weather, and only nodded in agreement. "One might say it's the perfect weather forrrr a challenge!" the leader whipped around, snapping his fingers and pointing at the door. Hidden Kricketot chirped as if to rub it in. Bugsy frowned. "Perfect weather forrrr a challenge!" he tried again. Kricketot.
"Fine." he frowned. "I was hungry anyway. I didn't even want to battle." He may have been the regions expert on Bug Pokemon, and one of the most powerful trainers around, but he was still just a kid. In a huff, Bugsy turned and stomped back into the trees, his Scyther following him. His boots were so loud against the dirt that he didn't hear the gym doors open or close, but he did hear what came after loud and clear. A challenge! "Jett Forrest, eh? You came to the right place." On both fronts. Seriously, what a fitting name. "I'm Bugsy, the Gym Leader and I accept your challenge." the boy stepped back out from the Jett, er, the forest alone. "Three Pokemon each. Beat me and you get a shiny badge and one of my favorite moves." Bugsy put his hands on his hips as he looked at the boy before him. Must have been around the same age. He looked a little nervous, which was good. Hopefully no lame kids with a Quilava this time.
"Ready when you are."
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Posted: Wed May 15, 2013 12:58 pm
She seems quite pleasant, that Hayley.
"Very." Mike replied, still looking down at his Pokenav as it did a mating call looking for the nearest satellite. "No doubt she is gonna trash Brock, especially with Kasi as her coach." Success!
Oh. It isn't too far. chimed another ghost, leaning over his shoulder. That way! It pointed a stumpy arm forward which barely extended into the boy's field of vision. Embarrassed, it used the other, more complete appendage.
"Not too far at all." Mike mostly repeated, scanning the device one more time before putting it away and grabbing two Pokeballs from his strap, releasing Pumpkin and Camerae. The Litwick floated casually nearby, while the Omanyte froze, looking around at his surroundings in his usual cautious manner. "Hey buddy." Mike said with a smile, bending over and picking up the shellfish and holding him out in front of him as he continued walking. "How are you today?" Camerae blinked curiously, remaining silent.
What are you expecting, a sonnet?
"It's rhetorical." Mike replied, side eyeing the sassy phantom. Camerae's eyes followed the boy's but saw nothing. This raised Pumpkin's curiosity as well, and he bobbed his way over to the boy. A wet fart dented the silence as the skittish Omanyte noticed the specter, and the ground (along with a small portion of Mike's shoes) were decorated with a fresh puddle of ink. Mike sucked in his lips, trying not to laugh as his Pokemon squirmed in his grip. "Gross, but cute. Don't worry Camerae. Pumpkin is a friend. And plus, you could totally kick his a**." he whispered that last part. No need to diss the newborn out loud. The Omanyte narrowed his eyes at the little ghost, then at his trainer, before hesitantly deciding to trust the boy. "There's a good boy." Mike was so absorbed in his cute little nautilus that he didn't notice Pumpkin flailing his little arms to warn him and bumped into what could only be described as a polo shirt with biceps. Mike and Camerae soon became quite intimately familiar with each other as he compacted in on himself, the creature they walked into not budging an inch.
"Woah hey, bro." the polo shirt spoke up, turning around. "Watch where you're going!"
Pink stripes.
"I noticed that." Mike said, wiping the slime from his lips as he cradled Camerae in his arm. "Please no inking my new shirt." he pleaded, noticing the Omanyte's saucer-like eyes reflecting the quite fit boy looming over them.
"Are you listening to me, bro?" Polo Shirt demanded, annoyed.
"Yes, I'm sorry. My bad entirely." Mike replied, looking up. He had the backwards cap and everything. How delightful. And the shirt might as well have been painted on. "I was having an insightful conversation with my Omanyte here and didn't see you."
"Nice stripes." Polo Shirt said with a judging smirk, nodding to Mike's face.
"Thanks, I'm part Arcanine on my father's side." he fidgeted in fake embarrassment. "I'm the runt of the litter." This response seemed to please Polo Shirt, who laughed and gave Mike a friendly slap on the back. His whole body tensed up.
BROKEN RIBS. a phantom shrieked. Mike nodded in agreement, gritting his teeth in pain.
"You're not bad, Stripes." the boy grunted, unaware of the irony behind his nickname, or the intense pain he just caused. "I like you. What say you and I have a little battle, huh?"
"Battle..." Mike mulled over the the idea, his eye still twitching. "I suppose I could make time. I'm in no particular rush at the moment."
Plus you can pay him back for almost snapping you in half.
"That too."
"Sweet action, bro!" Polo Shirt cheered, flexing a Pokeball into his hand.
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Posted: Wed May 15, 2013 1:29 pm
"Isaiah," Sasha said calmly. "It is nice to see you, but give me my hat back or z'here will be blood."
"I will gladly give it back to you." the cue ball replied, holding his heart to his chest. "But that will be if and when you defeat me in a battle." Oh how she loathed this world of theirs sometimes.
"I seem to recall z'he last battle between us ending quite poorly pour vous." Sasha said, bobbing her head back and forth tauntingly. "You can also let go of me any time you like."
"My apologies, fair maiden." Isaiah said, releasing his grip and taking a respectful step back. "But I must know, do you accept my challenge?"
Get a load of this guy. "If I must." Sasha sighed. "Is z'here a condition for losing?" Boys loved doing that. Ten bucks says it's a da-
"If I win I get to treat you to dinner sometime. And might I say you look positively radiant today." Color her shocked. Honestly? Isaiah might be a giant, meat-headed moron, but there were far worse people in the world to share a meal with. Just as long as he didn't bring his smelly entourage.
"Isaiah, you have yourself a deal. And merci." She reached for Roulette's Pokeball, recalling that the only Pokemon he had last time was Choppy, his Machoke. "A one on one like last time?"
"Nope! I caught another one so let's make this a double date!" He looked so proud, oh my goodness. Like a straight D student bringing home a C- vocab quiz. It was adorable, really. "Go Koffy!" The Pokemon that was released was, of course, a Weezing.
This guy.
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Posted: Wed May 15, 2013 2:17 pm
While he had heard rumors, Bugsy was much... younger than he imagined. Why, they might even be around the same age. Jett blinked in mild surprise, seeing the gym leader stomp back into the opening where he had declared his challenge. That must be so cool, being a gym leader this young, he thought, lips rising upwards in a pleasantly polite smile. He must be really talented! And then, his smile only began to broaden as the leader accepted his challenge. The excitement of the battle to come had infected him, leaving the raven-haired boy a bit jittery. Athena and Aerosmith were in for a treat, that was for sure.
Except now, he was allowed three Pokemon? Immediately, his mind flashed to his Psychic-type, knowing that her -- his, damn it, high levels would likely balance out any type disadvantages. He began to reach for a Pokeball, feeling the leader's eyes upon him, before his hand froze. No, what kind of trainer would he be if he just relied on one Pokemon for every battle? He did have a whole team, after all -- five (well, four, considering Viy was still a baby) usable Pokemon. What was a gym battle without a few risks taken?
"Let's get this show on the road," Jett said, lightly tossing a different Pokeball up into the air. In a flash of light, Naja the Ekans materialized between the two trainers, coiling back and hissing at Bugsy. He was excited to see how the Poison-type would fare in these circumstances. Then again, she would seem downright docile compared to whatever tizzy Aerosmith would let himself be stirred up into later on... "First move's yours!" Jett called, sweeping his hand toward the wide opening, curious to see what Pokemon Bugsy would use first.
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The girl who was staring at her seemed to be around her age; she was very pretty, with lots of freckles and light blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail. She watched Jade with rapt attention, watched her as though she had seen something she kept expecting to disappear as soon as she looked away. The dark-haired girl had eventually noticed the burn of the intense stare, but ignored it, figuring it to be from her lack to reaction to the open hostility shared between her Vulpix and her Shinx. "Quit it," she muttered to the two, who looked up at her. "You're going to make a scene." Only Solaris seemed to understand her folly, and resumed eating. Cirrus tried to provoke her, but didn't receive any response from the fox.
Still, the girl stared at her, and Jade couldn't figure out why. She did not recognize the blonde from the quick glances she took, nor did she recognize the blonde's friend, a brunette woman a few years older than them who seemed quite concerned with the blonde's new fascination. Before she got up to say something, Jade heard someone sputter and cough quite loudly and looked about the cafeteria in search of its source. Finally, her gaze settled upon that familiar spikey hair. She recalled her team into their Pokeballs, discreetly put away her dishes, and attempted to sneak up on Jake.
"So," she said quite loudly, when she had gotten right behind him. "Have you lapped me, then? Is that why you're back here? Don't tell me you haven't left the city at all, Jake." They had only split apart the other day, but it had felt like an eternity to her. She slipped into the seat beside the blonde boy, no longer feeling the stare of that other girl across the cafeteria. "Or, at least tell me you've challenged the gym and gotten that second badge." Like she had any excuse to give him this sort of crap. But Jade smiled nonetheless, making it clear that she was just teasing him.
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Posted: Wed May 15, 2013 2:56 pm
Ditto pretended to stare at the boy with apprehension as he knelt down beside him, beady little eyes growing wide as Ben reached out and poked him. The Transform Pokemon gave a loud giggle, its whole body jiggling as a result. "Rare?" Jasper repeated, shrugging. "I dunno about that. I do know that Ditto are supposed to be pink, but then again this little fella's never really done anything by the book." Ditto chirped happily, quite pleased to be the center of attention. The two did exchange unmistakable, knowing glances when Ben asked about Ditto's abilities, as neither one of them could resist a chance to show off.
"Ditto here has a lot of abilities," Jasper said, an obvious amount of pride audible in his voice. "Namely, it can transform into any Pokemon it wants to. For instance," he snapped his fingers and pointed to Croconaw, who had since lost interest in the small group and was staring off into space, picking at her razor-sharp teeth with one of her claws. Ditto got the message, however, and with a quick shimmer, had changed itself into the gator's clone, only its scales were a different shade of greeny-blue and the plates atop its head and down its back were blue instead of red. "It can copy virtually attack as well, but I'm not gonna do that inside. Y'know, collateral damage, and all."
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'Piplup's a water type so at least Ivy has an advantage,' Hayley thought, already starting to look mildly panicked as the Penguin Pokemon advanced toward her Snivy. He certainly looked confident! Hayley bit her lower lip, and then straightened up. No, she was not going to let herself get all worked up for nothing! She had a brilliant opportunity to learn the tricks of the trade from a seasoned, experienced trainer, and she wasn't going to squander it! Kasiya and Alphonse were giving them the first move, too. Hayley made a determined expression, and raised her hand. "Okay Ivy, start off with your Leer!" The grass type gave a nod, taking a single step forward as she gave the Piplup what could only be described as a taunting, hateful look. Well, perhaps not that taunting and hateful; if anything, it would likely make the penguin mildly uncomfortable.
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Posted: Thu May 16, 2013 12:01 am
Ben laughed and scratched his head. "Whoa! That's neat! It's kinda like what your little fox did, it can make itself look like other Pokemon?" He mused aloud, moving his hands to shove them into his pockets. He was still really hungry. With a sheepish smile, Ben ran quickly to the table to make himself a fresh deli sandwich, bringing one back for Jasper, too. Taking a big bite, he felt his stomach give a gratified growl. "So, you must like tricking your opponents, since you have two Pokemon that can change like that. It's a pretty cool strategy!"
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Posted: Thu May 16, 2013 3:11 pm
"Let's see you take on my Nidorino!" Polo Shirt shouted, shot-putting a red and white sphere into the battlefield, revealing a rather aggressive looking Pokemon. It's spiny ears twitched as it limbered up and prepared to fight.
Going to guess it is a poison type.
"Not a bad guess." Mike replied, setting Camerae down on the ground. "You're up, little guy." The Omanyte was hesitant at first, but wiggled its way out away from his trainer and took his place. The enemy Nidorino glared at the fossil before stomping its feet and letting out a deep-chested bellow. As it did, its body flashed red for the briefest of seconds.
"Aw yeah!" Polo Shirt cheered, who was getting just as worked up as his Pokemon. "This is a man's fight! And that means my Nidorino's Rivalry pumps up his attack! Now I'm rarin' to go! Nidorino, Double Kick!"
Omanyte have hardy shells. Even with boosted strength we still have an advantage.
"Better play it safe, though." Mike replied. "Withdraw!" Quite happy not to get two feet to his squishy face, Camerae sucked himself into his shell seconds before Polo Shirt's Nidorino planted his two back paws into his side and sent him flying. Literally. Mike could have sworn he heard some type of muffled scream as Camerae went flying like a foul ball, landing on a nearby roof. "Out of the park." he said, nodding in approval to his opponent. Polo Shirt was beyond pleased.
"Home run!" he cheered, laughing at the dizzy Omanyte wobbling back and forth in the distance.
"You good, Camerae?" Mike called out. The Omanyte lurched forward and spit up some ink. "Yeah, you're good. Get back into the fight! Rollout!" After taking a quick moment to compose himself, Camerae was back in his shell and rolled off the roof. He picked up speed when he hit the ground, and shot forward towards the Nidorino. Polo Shirt ordered a Poison Sting, but the few needles that didn't miss the speeding Pokemon bounced harmlessly off his shell. Camerae's attack stuck the Poison Pin Pokemon square in the face and bounced off. He hit the ground still spinning, and rolled away, picking up even more speed and coming around for another pass.
"Catch it with a Horn Attack!" the trainer barked. Nidorino stood his ground, eyeing the approaching Pokemon carefully. When Camerae got close, it lunged forward, flipping the Omanyte into the air again, disrupting the Rollout attack completely.
"Spray it with a Water gun!" Camerae recovered quickly in mid air, and popped out of his shell, shooting a stream of pressurized water in the Nidorino's face.
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Sasha sized up the competition. She was very familiar with the Koffing line. Not only could they be found near the city's industrial center, but they were a constant choice to use against Erika's Grass type Pokemon. It was a very resiliant, very annoying Pokemon. "Allons-y, Kitsune!" Sasha's Ninetales appeared in a flash, giving her already well-groomed coat another lick for good measure. In a way, sending out the highly vain, image centered Pokemon was both cruel and unusual, as her fur would most assuredly get dirtied in the battle with the floating sludge factory. However, Kitsune was at her best when she felt she had been scorned.
"Sludge Bomb!" Isaiah ordered, ready to get the show on the road. In an incredibly attractive display, the Weezing hocked up a toxic loogie and spat it at a positively offended Kitsune. Quick on her feet, the Ninetales hopped back to avoid the attack, but the volatile mixture popped when it hit the ground, spraying her with the sludge. Kitsune yelped in pain as the acid burned through her fur down to her skin. Sasha winced at the sight, but regained her composure.
"Kitsune, let's show him what a real burn feels like! Feu Follet!" This would be a perfect time to try out a new move she read about when checking Bishop II earlier. With a glare that would have stopped most anyone in their tracks, Kitsune widened her stance, flaring out her nine, fluffy tails. Both Isaiah and his Pokemon were taken in by the hypnotic manner in which they swayed back and forth, and neither of them noticed the dark purple flames that formed around her and launched themselves at the Weezing with an eerie sentience.
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Bugsy smirked as he noticed Jett's hesitation, wondering just what kind of Pokemon he was going to send out first. The appearance of an Ekans genuinely surprised him. While they were known to live on the outskirts of town, they were relatively rare, and he could only recall a handful of times that one was used against him. "Oh it is, is it?" the gym leader replied smugly, not sure if the challenger was being polite or boastful. Regardless, he knew exactly which Pokemon he was using first. "Looks like we've been given permission." He called out behind him. "Let's not disappoint our guest. Quick Attack!"
There was a rustle of leaves in the trees behind him. Seconds later, a green blur rushed past the boy, causing his hair and clothes to ripple in the wind while he stood there with his arms crossed. With a shrill cry, the Mantis Pokemon appeared before the opposing Ekans, and swung a bladed arm at the snake.
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Posted: Thu May 16, 2013 7:30 pm
Since issuing his "challenge", Alphonse had planted his flippers firmly on his little hips and was staring at the Snivy with a lofty gaze. The Piplup's bravado did falter, however upon seeing Ivy's Leer and he let out a fearful cry as he stumbled back. Kasiya giggled at the sight of the little water bird, though true to his nature he bounced right back, beady little eyes narrowed into angry slits. "It's okay, Al, you're fine," the blonde told him. "Give 'em your Bubble!" The obstinate little Piplup gave another cry, this one sounding quite fierce as he opened his beak and loosed a stream of bubbles at the Grass-type.
Meanwhile, Ariel and Pepper spectated from the sidelines, though the Minccino was far more concerned with sweeping up the ground around them so it was clean enough for her to sit on, apparently. Ariel kept a watchful eye on the young Pokemon, occasionally glancing over to see what Shocker and Casimir were up to. The Raichu and Absol had squared off, both seemingly waiting for the other to make the first move. Finally, Shocker had decided she'd had enough waiting and raced forward on all fours, the end of her long tail starting to glow brightly. Once she was close enough to the Absol, she jumped up, swinging her powerful Iron Tail around in an attempt to catch the Disaster Pokemon in the side. Casimir hadn't so much as moved a muscle as the Raichu initiated her attack, a curious glint appearing in his eye as the mouse's attack closed in on him. Before it could connect, however, he quickly darted back, crimson eyes still gleaming as the Iron Tail passed right by his face, and he grinned. Detect was such a useful tactic.
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"Ugh, gah! That's awful! Who drinks this crap?" Jaeshan grumbled, pushing the cup of coffee as far away from him as possible. He snatched up a piece of bacon and chomped down on it, chewing angrily for a few seconds before he began to feel calm again. He closed his eyes and sighed happily, but his moment of peaceful quiet wouldn't last long. A loud, familiar voice rang out behind him and he yelped and practically jumped a mile, nearly choking on his bacon in the process.
Coughing a bit, he turned in his see to see an even more familiar girl with raven coloured hair, and despite his trouble breathing at the moment, he managed a genuine smile. "Lapped you?" he repeated, needing a moment for an understanding to settle into his brain. "Oh, yes," he said, smirking. "Twice, in fact." He didn't miss it when she used his assumed name, and he winced inwardly. Riiight. Jade wasn't aware of his little memory problem, and therefore didn't know his actual first name. To be fair, he hadn't known it himself until his memory had been jogged by a structurally unsound ceiling and a Thundershock-happy Magnemite. How delightfully awkward. For now, however, he decided to keep it to himself, as he was sure he'd soon figure out a way to tell her everything without freaking her out and sending her running for the hills. Hopefully.
It did take him a few moments to realize she was only teasing him, as sometimes it really was hard to tell with Jade, and he smiled. "Nah, I'm kinda dragging my heels when it comes to challenging Gardenia. I've spent most of my time training and wandering around, though. Magnemite and Sigilyph have gotten pretty strong since I saw you last." He gulped down the rest of his bacon and started in on his pancakes. He may have been eating rather quickly, but he still managed to use proper manners, though he didn't seem to be aware of it. After he'd put quite a dent in his breakfast, he looked back at the dark-haired girl again. "What about you, then?" he asked. "What have you been doing the last few days? I haven't seen you around at all."
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Posted: Thu May 16, 2013 9:02 pm
Jett blinked when Bugsy called out into the air, apparently having already released his first choice of Pokemon. He should have expected that the Bug-type leader would use the environment to his advantage -- after all, bugs would thrive in this kind of foresty area. There was lots of coverage. The dark-haired boy restrained himself from retrieving his Pokedex at the slightest provocation, especially since he knew the Pokemon, or at least suspected that he knew it. His brother Allan had a Scyther on his team the last time Jett had seen him, which was quite long ago... Yep, that green blur looked very much like the vague green blur in his memory. He was willing to bet an entire dollar on it.
"Naja," Jett called as the green blur barreled towards his hissing snake. "Take the hit, and latch on with a Bite!" That would teach the mantis to get close to one very irritable Ekans. The Poison-type in question did not like the sound of taking a hit one bit, but she had some faith in that trainer of hers, considering he hadn't thrown her to the curb for stealing food last night. Being a team player and all, Naja faithfully let the Scyther hit her dead on, but immediately, she was coiling around it, making sure that it could not run away so easily. And, with a vengeful gleam in her eye, Naja twisted around and tried to sink her teeth into the giant bug's shoulder.
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"Good job, Castamere!" Amy cheered as soon as the Meowth made contact with Pikachu, leaving the poor mouse squeaking shrilly. The two tumbled around on the floor for a moment, snarling and squeaking and scrapping, until Pikachu was promptly reminded by her trainer that she could produce electricity via his stern command for a Thundershock. Gleefully, the Electric-type complied, and Amy flinched as Castamere received a faceful of, well, electricity. The Normal-type scrambled back, and the two resumed their previous position of circling each other.
"Use another Screech," Amy said with as much authority as she could muster, which was to say not much at all. Still, an order was an order, and Castamere the Meowth screeched again, sending shivers down the Pikachu's spine. The older gentleman was thankfully not the type of person who taunted or egged on their opponents; he simply boomed out another command, this time for an attack called Thunder Wave. "Get ready to dodge." That sure seemed like a simple, easy order to give, didn't it? Dodging did not a trainer make, though. She had to get a better handle on this battling thing, still.
Castamere already intended to dodge, but thanks to the encouragement from the bespectacled girl, his motivation was even greater. Unfortunately, the Pikachu literally leapt to unexpected action, jumping high into the air. Her cheek pouches crackled and she released a fast-moving burst of static electricity that nailed the Scratch Cat Pokemon dead-on. He flinched, and then found himself unable to... unflinch? His muscles seemed stiffer, and his movements seemed sluggish. Helplessly, he whined at his trainer. Amy quickly checked her Pokedex, despite already knowing what had happened. Castamere had gotten paralyzed.
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It was as though she had never left -- it became so easy to slip back into place with the blonde boy. They had a natural rhythm that she enjoyed; he was not too cruel nor too imposing, and although they both knew that he was a better stronger trainer than she was, he didn't rub it in at all. Jade had always liked that about her companion. She also liked his goofy antics, just like now, choking on his coffee and bacon. She laughed a little.
Strangely, Jade was relieved about the fact that Jake hadn't challenged the Eterna City gym leader just yet. It made her feel a little better about her own inaction, even though she knew without asking that he had been training hard and that the gap in experience between them was widening. The thought only made her want to train all the more. The raven-haired girl nodded thoughtfully when she heard about Magnemite and Sigilyph getting stronger. Were she in a mood to have her a** kicked, she would have asked him to show her how strong they've gotten through a battle.
Jade smiled in spite of herself when the blonde asked her about what she'd been doing with her time. Oh, nothing, literally. "Oh, you know, I've been..." She waved her hand around vaguely. "Around. Stayed in, relaxed, trained lightly. I was just really exhausted from my trip over here, I guess, and I haven't had much of a chance to let it settle. I was thinking about going all out today, though, seeing if I can't get Chloris some experience." She had not even battled with the baby Grass-type yet. Quick to change the subject, she smiled at Jake. "What about you, what're your plans for today? Going for a third lap, or just settling for a gym challenge? Or just winging it?"
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Posted: Thu May 16, 2013 9:22 pm
About an hour had passed since Crenu had been captured, and after answering all of the police officer's questions to the best of her ability, Riza had been dropped off at the Celadon City pokecenter. She had been pretty out of it as she stumbled inside the building, Crenu's belongings clutched tightly to her chest and she'd wandered over to one of the sofas and sat down, her grip on the bag not loosening in the slightest. She wasn't even sure just how long she sat there. The minutes ticked by endlessly until there was nothing but darkness. And then, she was being shaken by a strong arm and she opened her eyes, it seemed she'd fallen asleep. The pokecenter nurse hadn't missed the raven haired girl's entry hours ago, sensing something was wrong almost immediately. "Are you all right?" she asked, real worry in her voice.
For a solid minute Riza just stared straight ahead, blinking slowly. And then she turned her head slightly to meet the nurse's gaze. 'No, I'm not all right! Nothing's all right!' was what she wanted to scream, but this poor woman was only concerned for her and didn't deserve to be on the receiving end of Riza's bad mood. "Yes, I'm fine," she answered, somehow forcing a small smile. "I've just been traveling a lot, is all, and I was tired. I feel better now, though," she said coldly, realizing then that she was still clinging to Shiro's backpack.
The nurse wasn't entirely convinced by Riza's statement, as her voice had seemed almost too calm and at times there had been an icy, almost frightening edge to it. "If you say so," she said, wisely deciding to back off. Riza didn't give her a second glance as she headed back to her desk. 'I need to get out of here,' the raven haired girl thought then. 'I need to do something with...this.' She gulped as she looked down at the bag in her arms, and after a few more moments had passed, she found the courage to open it and look inside. Crenu didn't have a lot of belongings to begin with, as she didn't find anything overly interesting other than a few TMs (probably ones he'd won in gym battles) and other trainer items. He had a couple of super potions and an empty great ball, as well as what looked to be some sort of compact fishing rod. She also found the assortment of poke balls, great balls and a single ultra ball and she instantly knew that they contained his Pokemon. A single tear found its way down her cheek as she took the spheres from Crenu's bag and carefully placed them in an empty pocket of hers. She still didn't know what she was going to do with them, but for now, she really wanted to get out of this city.
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Katie had seen a Clefairy before, as one of the teachers back at her old school had one and it was a frequent visitor to the classroom. A few times it had demonstrated its moves for the class but Katie honestly wasn't focused on it. She was more worried about the Miltank as it looked a lot more formidable. Autumn's gaze went back and forth between the Buneary and Floatzel meanwhile, but finally she decided to make the first move. "Ilta! Use Body Slam on the Floatzel!" she shouted. "Effa, you use Doubleslap on the Buneary!"
Katie didn't have a chance to ponder the Pokemon's nicknames as the two pink creatures had quickly moved in for the attack. Ilta the Miltank almost very literally threw herself at Miles, but the water-type had no intentions of getting flattened by the cow Pokemon, as she was actually quite a bit bigger than he was. His quick movements allowed him to dodge easily and he looked back at the small crater the Miltank had left in her wake. The Clefairy, meanwhile hopped across the battlefield, already drawing her arms back as she prepared to slap Nell across the face as many times as possible. Like her teammate the Buneary wasn't about to let that happen either, and she jumped up and over the pink Clefairy as it landed in front of her, slapping nothing but air.
"Quick guys, time to strike back! Nell, use your new Dig! Miles, Water Gun!" Katie called out quickly. By the time Effa had turned around to see where the bunny had landed, all that was left was a small mound of upturned dirt and she looked around, quite confused. Miles thrust his whole body forward, shooting out a sharp, concentrated jet of water at the Miltank, but unsurprisingly, the normal-type just shrugged it off. Katie frowned. This was going to be tougher than she had initially thought.
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Posted: Fri May 17, 2013 11:59 am
Not bad.
"Not bad at all." Mike said at Camerae's aquatic display of force. The little guy's Water Gun took the Nidorino by surprise, dazing him for a moment as Camerae landed on the ground back in his starting position.
"Pretty tough for an oyster." Polo Shirt remarked, more impressed than frustrated. "Another Double Kick!" The Nidorino barked, lowered his head, and charged.
"Try to stop it with a Surf!" Mike ordered.
"A what?!" Camerae wiggled his tentacles, calling forth an adorable little wave in front of him that crashed onto the approaching Pokemon. Despite the attempt, the Poison Pokemon held his ground and charged again when the water subsided, albeit a little slower. Polo Shirt cheered as his Nidorino landed another set of kicks on the Omanyte. Camerae didn't add any points to his frequent flyer miles this time, but he was clearly hurting now. Was his shell always this heavy?
Another one of those and he's down, no doubt.
"Let's just do as much damage as we can." Mike said softly, not wanting Camerae to overhear. "I can send out someone to clean up if it goes south." Nidorino had been ordered to do a Fury Attack, and was now stabbing at his opponent, who was keeping him at bay with the occasional blast of water. "While he's close! Bite him!" Camerae burst out in a mess of blue tentacles and grappled onto Nidorino, sinking the tips of his hidden beak into its skin. It howled in pain, bucking and trying to shake the little guy off. "Don't let go! Constrict!"
"Roll! Get him off!" The Poison Pokemon flopped to the ground and flailed like a Magikarp out of water, throwing all his weight onto the attached shellfish. Camerae held on tight, wrapping his little tentacles around the numerous spines covering his opponent's body and biting down again. That may not have been the best idea, as in the commotion, Camerae's grip loosened and when he tried to regain his hold, he grabbed the end of one of the Nidorino's poison tipped barbs. Thanks to his already weakened state, the toxins took effect almost instantaneously, and the now woozy Omanyte couldn't maintain his hold and slumped onto the ground. The Poison Point Pokemon continued to thrash about, unaware that his foe had succumbed to his injuries. Camerae's large eyes fluttered shut, and with the last of his strength, he retreated into his shell. Mike snapped his fingers, sending a few sparks flying.
"Good try, little guy." Mike said, recalling Camerae back into his Pokeball. He was still quite proud of his Pokemon despite the loss.
"That's quite the rugged bit of sushi you got there, Stripes." Polo Shirt said with a scoff which Mike assumed was out of respect. This guy wasn't so bad.
"Thanks. Same goes to your Nidorino." The Poison Point Pokemon had stopped its miniature rampage and returned back to his trainer's side, panting heavily.
Who to use next. a ghost pondered. Perhaps give Powalski a shot?
"You know, that's not a bad idea." Mike said, reaching for the chameleon's ball. Polo Shirt raised an eyebrow at his opponent's seemingly random response. "Let's finish this up, Powalski!" A flash of light revealed Mike's Kecleon, who twitched about as he looked around, his eyes moving about in different directions as only a spy lizard could.
"We're not done yet!" Polo Shirt cried out, unphased by the fresh new combatant. "Horn Attack!"
"Psybeam!" Nidorino raced towards the little lizard, who was still surveying the world around him, seemingly paying no attention to the fight until his foe was mere feet from him. In an instant, both of Powalski's eyes locked on to the Nidorino and blasted him with what could only be described as technicolor eye lasers. Nidorino was stopped dead in his tracks, and hit the ground, his body kicking up dust as it skidded harmlessly past Powalski, who had gone back to his twitching as if he hadn't just dropped his opponent execution style. He apparently had better things to do.
"Well, uh, apparently we are." Polo Shirt said with more than a bit of embarrassment. Mike sucked in his lips, trying not to laugh at his opponent's reaction.
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By the time Isaiah had snapped out of his minor trance, his Weezing was suddenly giving off a lot more smoke than usual. "What just happened?" He asked, shaking his head.
"Ohhh nos'ing~!" Sasha said with a wink. "You were just mesmerized by our beauty." Isaiah tried to think of some witty reply, but being quick and clever wasn't really his strong suit. Besides, she was probably right, especially when she was twirling her hips like that.
"Bah!" the cue ball grunted in annoyance. She always tried to throw him off by being hot, and it always worked. If he was going to win, he might just have to blindfold himself so he didn't spend all his time focusing on her shapely legs that so sexily curved up into her dres-AGH! "Weezing!" Isaiah ordered, clenching his fists. "Double Hit!"
Wincing from his burn, the Poison Gas Pokemon flew over to the fox and rammed into her side, making sure to strike the spot that had already been hit with his last attack. Kitsune yelped, growling at the Weezing. "Châtiment!" Sasha commanded, an order which her Pokemon was more than happy to comply with. The Ninetales locked eyes with the larger of her foe's heads and glared. A blueish-purple aura surrounded both Pokemon, and the Weezing felt as if his very soul was being ripped from him. Already weakened from his burn, Kitsune's Hex attack was that much more powerful. In another display of empathy for his Pokemon, Isaiah was rooted to the ground. That Ninetales was seriously scary.
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Bugsy was impressed with Jett's composure. Most trainers panicked when his Scyther exploded out from the woods. Truth be told he felt bad when the Ekans was told to take the hit, but in battles like this, sometimes you just had to gamble. With all the speed of an ambush predator, Naja coiled around Scyther and bit down on his shoulder. "Trying to keep me grounded, huh?" Bugsy said slyly. "Alright then, let's see how you handle this! Agility!" The mantis wriggled in the Ekans hold, freeing his wings and took off, flying round and round in circles, picking up speed.
"Just like the rides at the carnival!" You know, the rides he always threw up on, but that wasn't important! Bugsy put his hands on his hips and watched, smirking as the green and purple blur spun around the arena like a missile.
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Posted: Fri May 17, 2013 3:00 pm
Okay, so the laughter won out in the end. Are we surprised? At this point it was Mike's default reaction to most things. "I'm sorry!" Mike said between gasps, noting Polo Shirt's frown. "I'm sorr-you just, your face! You were so confident!" He was more laughing with him than at him, but with the way Mike cackled it was really anyone's guess. Alright, that was a lie. It was totally at him, as were a good portion of the phantoms that surrounded the boy. Powalski however, was completely unconcerned with the commotion around him, and was walking about in small circles, his eyes darting all over the place.
"You done, Stripes?" the boy said, his beefy arms crossed over his chest.
"Yes. Quite done. I'm good. I'm sorry." Mike puffed his cheeks, but the strained expression on his face failed to convince Polo Shirt of his sincerity. In the momentary silence, a giggle escaped one of the ghosts, and then it was all over. At this point, Mike was just laughing for laughter's sake.
"I'll show you something funny!" growled Polo Shirt, pulling out another Pokeball. "And that's your face when I beat you!" Out of the Pokeball came...
Another Pokeball?
What?
Oh right! Voltorb.
We're so used to seeing Electrode.
Poor Portabello...
"Charge Beam!" the boy shouted over the still cackling Mike. With a synthesized 'torb!', the sphere hissed with electricity before shooting a yellow beam right at Powalski.
He probably doesn't know about Kecleon's ability. a phantom pointed out. Kecleon were rarely seen outside of Hoenn, and even then they weren't the most popular choice due to their rarity.
"Yeah, yeah. I got it covered." Mike said with some difficulty, wiping a tear from his eye. "Powalski, take the hit and Bind it with your tongue!" While Kecleon's physical defense wasn't anything too impressive, the species could take a special hit like a champ. Showcasing this, Powalski turned to face the blast with complete acceptance. As the electricity surrounded him, his entire body (save the blue zig-zag in the center) began to adopt the same hue as the attack. The lizard continued his twitching, which was now accompanied by the occasional crackle of static as his Color Change ability transformed him into an Electric type. Once the shift was complete, Powalski snapped his head forward, flicking his absurdly long tongue at the Voltorb and wrapping it around him. He squeezed, but when that didn't seem to do much, he retracted his tongue, the Voltorb still attached, and raked his claws against its plating.
"You really love the whole constricting thing, don't you?" Polo Shirt said with a raised eyebrow. Mike shrugged.
"Apparently I do." he sort of agreed. It did seem to be the running theme with this battle. It was so strange having his team so devoid of Fire types.
And here I thought your preference was for burning things.
"Learn something new everyday!"
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Posted: Fri May 17, 2013 4:04 pm
Pumpkin had remained fairly quiet for the duration of the battle, but that was less because of his manners and more due to the fact that he had actually floated away once Camerae had been sent out to fight. The little ghost was fast at work making new friends, having passed through many walls to find humans in all sorts of wacky scenarios! One man was making his own pizza, but when the Candle Pokemon appeared out of no where, the dough flew out of his hands and decorated the ceiling fan and as such, the rest of the room. After some colorful language was thrown his way (along with some kitchenware that passed harmlessly through him), Pumpkin decided it was time to make his exit.
The next experience was much less pleasant, as the Litwick suddenly found himself in a random woman's shower. All the water caused him to scream, which caused her to scream, which caused them both to scream and oh it was just a scene. Pumpkin required a lot less persuasion to leave that time.
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"Now that you're connected, give him your Spark attack!"
'Valtooorb' the sphere droned before smacking his electrified body against Powalski. Thanks to his newly acquired type, the move was little more than a glancing blow.
"What gives?" Polo Shirt asked, gesturing to the tangled mess that was their two Pokemon.
"Oh, Kecleon have this ability called Color Change." Mike explained, momentarily adopting a mature and composed tone. "They change their type based on the last attack that hits them. Oh, Powaksli, Fury Swipes." he added casually. "In the right situation it can really help out."
"Oh, well that's pretty confusing." Polo Shirt said with a similarly calm tone as Mike's Kecleon slashed at his Voltorb. Once. Twice. Three times. Four times! "So right now, if I were to attack him with a Ground move it would hurt a lot, right? Tackle!"
"Right. You got it." Pointing to Powalski as the Ball Pokemon slammed into him and his pigment changed back to Normal. "See? Do another Psybeam!"
"Okay, I understand now. Thanks!" Polo Shirt said with a big grin. "Try a Rollout!" Still encased in Powalski's tongue, the Voltorb began to spin and took off, dragging the poor lizard with it rather amusingly.
"Yeah no problem!" Mike replied, giving his opponent a thumbs up. "Gee, what to do in this situation." Mike mused, watching the Voltorb smack into Powalski like some sadomasochistic paddle ball. After the first hit he changed to a Rock type, making the next few attacks louder, but much less effective. "Give Fury Swipes another shot, buddy!" Only twice this time, but the pain was convincing enough to help the Voltorb break free from Powalski's bind and...proceed to roll straight into a nearby telephone pole and knock himself out.
Huh. Must have gotten confused by one of Powalski's Psybeams.
"Yeah, how about that." Mike said with a chuckle. "Got any more left?" he asked, turning to Polo Shirt.
"That was the last one." he said with a shrug, recalling his larger Pokeball back into a smaller one. "What about you? How many did you have left?"
"Like ten. I got a bunch back in my PC." He pointed back to what he thought was the direction of the Pokemon Center and looked behind him. Sure enough, Pumpkin was right there. Covered in feathers, but still present and accounted for. "Make friends with the local Pidgey?" he asked, nodding to the little ghost. Pumpkin said nothing, but smiled widely. He didn't even know the half of it.
"Really!" Polo Shirt said. "How many badges do you have?" Mike paused for a moment, having genuinely forgotten the exact number.
7 from Hoenn, 3 from Kanto.
"Ten in total." Mike said proudly. "I've got a few from here, but I'm only missing one from Hoenn." Powalski had walked over to his trainer. Not so much looking for praise, but he wouldn't reject it if he was feeling generous. Mike leaned over and tried to pick him up, but man he weighed a ton.
Remember his ability. Mike took in a quick breath from his nose and looked around. Soon, completely out of the blue and for no reason whatsoever, Powalski had changed to a bright orange color and sat comfortably on his trainer's shoulder.
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Posted: Fri May 17, 2013 4:30 pm
"Wow." Polo Shirt said, taken aback by Mike's accomplishments. "I didn't stand much of a chance then, did I? I've only got two." Mike shrugged again.
"I wouldn't say it like that. You have some pretty tough Pokemon. Just keep at it!" he beamed at the boy, who smiled in return.
"You know, Stripes. You're not bad. Weird, but not bad." He made his way over and extended a meaty hand for a firm and respectful handshake.
"Easily one of the nicer things I've been called." Mike said, happily returning the gesture. His scarred hand was completely enveloped. "By the way, what's your name? I've been calling you Polo Shirt in my head this whole time." Weird was definitely an appropriate term to describe him.
"It's David, bro." he said, shaking his head at the strange little boy.
"Nice to meet you, Davidbro. I'm Mike. You can keep calling me Stripes if you'd like." David chuckled.
"Okay, Stripes." he said. "Good handshake! Pretty tight squeeze for a kid your size. Feels like an Indian sunburn!" he shook his hand.
"What can I say? I'm a scrappy guy." he lied, ignoring the cross-chatter from his ghosts as they scrambled to provide further input that would go unnoticed by Mike's new friend. "Well Davidbro, it's been fun but I have a date with some bones at the museum." The pair exchanged numbers and parted ways.
He seems quite pleasant, that David. remarked a ghost as Mike continued his way to his destination. Powalski remained perched on his shoulder, his long tail gently wrapped around Mike's arm for stability. Pumpkin floated behind them, shaking the last of the golden brown feathers off of him.
"Yeah. That seems to be a trend these days."
Worse things have happened.
"Much worse."
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Posted: Fri May 17, 2013 8:31 pm
Jasper nodded as Ditto continued to show off its newly-developed teeth and claws, even going so far as to wag its tail around. "Yes," the boy answered, obviously quite proud of his Pokemon. "Zorua's ability isn't quite the same as Ditto's, however. She can make herself look like any living creature, but she can't copy attacks like Ditto can." Ditto-gator flexed its arms and struck a pose, looking a tad disappointed as Ben had decided that food was more important than it was. Jasper looked over at the real Croconaw, giving a yelp when he saw that the water type had taken a large bite out of the nearby table and was chewing contentedly. "Croconaw!" he shouted, fumbling for the gator's Pokeball to recall her. Ditto had leaned forward to sniff the table as well and stuck out a tongue to sample it, but Jasper recalled the Transform Pokemon before it could make things worse. 'So much for no collateral damage,' he thought grimly, looking around to make sure no one had noticed.
It wasn't long before Ben returned - and he brought gifts! "Hey, thanks, man!" he said, gratefully accepting the sandwich. His stomach practically purred with delight after the first few bites, and after reaching into the back of his mind for some semblance of manners and managing not to talk with his mouth full, he grinned at the younger boy. "Tricking people, yeah. I'd be lying if I said I didn't love it," he admitted. "Ditto and Zorua are definitely amazing Pokemon."
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Hayley couldn't hold back her giggles as she watched her Snivy's Leer have an affect on Alphonse. Ivy scoffed and continued to stare down her opponent, smirking at the penguin as it glared at her. Kasiya gave her command and the Piplup prayed a stream of bubbles at Ivy. Almost immediately, the brunette's internal response was to panic, but she remembered that grass types were pretty tough against water attacks. "Ooh, I know! Ivy, fight back with your Vine Whip!" Hayley called out excitedly. The bubbles hit their mark, making the Snivy wince a little, but it was nothing compared to the hits she'd taken from that pointy Pawniard yesterday. Giving a growl, the grass type lashed out at Alphonse with a pair of slender, green vines. Practice or not, she wasn't going to let that Piplup get the best of her!
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