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Though this was a creature that had broken the mold for it's kind ...big and bulky, there wasn't another pokemon like it. None would think that leaves were good for anything, but fanning itself, but yet it flew with them. And it was those same leaves that would seek to be her salvation as they would fill up with the wind ...as she allowed herself to be blown backwards.

Her feet would leaves the ground ...as before the blow could be struck ...she would literally fly backwards. Her entire body would lift as she tries to avoid the attack by letting the wind help her with that dodge.

It was close ....so close, but the miss was a miss ....as the Tropius would land back on her feet. The wind had saved her, but then again, it was the wind that gave her this freedom ....as she lower her head again. She would move to slam her head towards her chest ...as her eyes seemed to glow dangerously. Her entire body was stiff as she use her head like a batter ram.

She was going to literally aiming to punch the air out of the lungs of the Zangoose. Each movement was swift and powerful ....as her feet would scratch only once on the ground ...as she would sneer dangerously and deadly at her opponent.

((It is hard to touch the wind, and I am like the wind.))

And so Tsuki ran. He wouldn't throw out his Pokemon to die and if he got hurt a bit, who cared? Besides being reckless wasn't good and throwing out a Pokemon with two health left was in deed reckless. "Sorry pal but I gotta go!" he yelled to the Ponyta as he started dashing away.

((To run you roll higher than the Pokemons speed right?))

">He ain't no lighter....he's the Pyrotechnics!<" Requiem called out from atop Raven's shoulder, grinning from ear to ear as he made a short leap to the other side ">Stand to close n' you'll get burned!<"

As if to illustrate the Zorua's point, Raven would at last speak "Fable, Fire Punch" It was a simple command, but things were best left that way in combat between Pokemon. Make the orders too long and they were hard to understand, too detailed and the opponent knew precisely what you were going to do. They needed to burn like a short fuse; quick and with an unpredictable result.

The Charmander would respond to the command immediately, his body twisting partially away from the Sableye as she made that attack. Flickering hypnotically, his tail flame would float in front of her face...followed promptly by Fable's closed fist!

">Sure to stand the test, head shots are the beeesssst!<" Came the singing voice of Requiem from atop his trainer's shoulder.


Starter Pokemon: Charmander [M]
Name & Level: Fable, Lv 5
[Temperament] Quiet
Bio: Raven first met Fable during his time living on the streets, finding the fire-tailed reptile in one of hundreds of alleys he'd been in. Battered, beaten, and bloodied, it was clear the Charmander had seen it's fair share of battles...and lost every single one. He bit Raven only five seconds after their initial encounter. Fable had lost all trust in humanity. Raven was never fully aware of the details, but the Charmander's former trainer had been abusive. He'd placed him in battles with impossible odds, expecting him to combat and defeat opponent after opponent with little to no rest...and when he lost, it was his trainer whom would personally add to the reptiles injuries. Finally tired of wasting his time on "some worthless newt" his trainer had abandoned him in the dirtiest alleyway he could find and just left him there. The boy hadn't even given him a name...at least not one he cared to repeat.

For days after that first encounter Raven returned to the alley, usually meeting with the same result; yet still he kept coming, sometimes he even brought food. It was generally scraps most likely out of the garbage, but it was food none the less. One day the Charmander finally asked why the child kept returning...not with words of course, but with his eyes. The curiosity at the boy's actions were clear in the reptiles gaze. Raven had said he saw a fire in Fables eyes that day when they first met, the desire to become truly powerful. More time passed after that, but the only thing which mattered after that point was the outcome. Even without a Pokeball the Charmander decided to follow the boy from that day forward, even earning the name Fable in the process. Raven would speak of spending the reward money on new clothes and a bath, but what was consistently leave out was the purchase of a single Pokeball. There was no need. Even without it, Fable would follow his trainer to the depths of hell and back.
Stats:
HP: 20/20, PP: 23, ATK: 11[12], DEF: 10, SPD: 11, SP-ATK: 13, SP-DEF: 11
MOVES:
- Fire Punch
- Growl
Held Item: Muscle Feather
EXP: 80/400

If anything, Jasmine may have cursed her own words, but as the ground collapsed beneath their feet, she quashed any cursing or seething as they would begin to submerge, all but Lindbergh who now floated in the air, directly where she had lain on the ground moments before!

But it was alright; after all, they had trained for this, hadn't they?

~~~~~~

"The first rule of my hospitality..." The Slowking in the Aether had turned to them all in that strange world, "Is no training... You may practise ideas, plans, but you will not attempt to level your pokémon up whilst here."

Before Jasmine could speak, Regal continued, "You will be an oddity enough by the time this ends... We do not require to create further suspicion by you emerging from here with three level 30 Pokémon by the time you leave."

"You may exercise enough to keep them from growing fat, enough to keep them from growing lazy, but no more."

"However, conversely, my second rule is..."

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"Everyone quickly, up and over!" She was sinking fast, but pushing her crutch between her casted arm and her body, she pulled her arm, her food arm upward, suddenly breaking through the sand with surprising ease for a girl who had only so long ago struggled just to get back and forth.

Regal had said he wouldn't let her Pokémon grow stronger, but by the same token, he had insisted something different when it came to her!

All that time healing, every day, working and training her own body, her limbs were not muscular, but neither were they the same sickly and thinly frail they had been before!

Muscle mattered little with this kind of trap, however, all she needed was that hand free before she whistled sharply to Lindbergh! "Lindbergh, to me!"

[Yeah, I'm here, I'm here!] The Gliscor called out as she flipped over in mid air, her now longer tail launched, no longer ending in a single stinger, but a claw like grip that grabbed Jasmine's hand, the tail binding around her forearm, as Lindbergh then opened her wings to full capacity, letting the wind do the rest to pull them upward!

Lindbergh and Jasmine were one thing, Claudandas was another, the feline wriggled back and forth, not so much to make him sink faster, but in selected movements as he drifted toward the Trapinch, which at the moment as very much living up to its name!

One paw he threw atop the sand, then another! He then pushed forward, his paws light and nimble, as he looked to RUN atop the shifting sand, faster than it could swallow him, although he would dare not stop, only to keep moving let it catch him again!

The surprise then, may have been Burnout.

For he was certainly surprised when he too would start falling inward, he was a floating ghost, he should not have been susceptible to the same influences as gravity to the others when the ground caved, but maybe it was a reaction, a forgetful feeling he was no longer a creature of four legs, or maybe it was a reaction to emerging into this world, different to the island of illusion or the Aether, he was now in a far more solid world, with far more rules... And it seemed his proximity to the ground was one of these, as he would fall downward...

But he simply frowned and let his flame burn brighter, before opening the lid of his lamp, blasting downward with Heatwave to push himself up and out... And with luck, maybe it would give the Trapinch something to think about too!


((Roll 1, Jasmine, Roll 2, Claudandas, Roll 3, Burnout))

((Lucky for you, no, it's a matter of outrolling the pokemon if the choose to chase))


A race, the Ponyta almost throw up her heels at the sight of the boy trying to flee. Was he crazy, you couldn't run away from one of her kind ....known for their speed ...she neighed loudly before she took off after him. Though if the boy was expecting her to stop before hitting him ...he was quite mistaken as she would move to literally knock him off his feet by shoving into the side of him.

If successful, he might find himself with a mouth full of sand.

Though it would be Victoria' s word that cut in ...instead of a simple attack.

"Animus, aim your horn this time for the area next to his left leg." "Directly at the joint....."

She would point as Animus would wince slightly. So much for ...she was his servant deal ...as he rolled his eyes. He just wanted this attack over ...as he would turn his eyes at the area of contact ...he would aim his horn there as he rushes forwards ..this time not using peck, but taking a risk of injury himself by using Take Down.