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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2011 4:54 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2011 4:59 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2011 5:03 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2011 5:10 pm
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((Gym battles are meant to be lax. Marsuru and I go easy on you all so that you can win, unless we see something that annoys us, then we generally get mean. For the most part, however, we're relaxed about it so that you guys can win.
But very well, if you really want me to read everything in your post, pay attention to every detail and avoid letting you use my mistakes against me, then fine. However, don't complain if you never even come close to touching me.
Don't worry, I'll take you seriously from here on out.))
Calm Mind meant nothing. Simipour had used Work Up twice to Gardevoir's single use, that meant that his power outmatched Gardevoir's. If it was Gardevoir's psychic hold to his physical strength, albeit barely, he'd win.
So, one hand extending upward, Simipour met the tree, breaking it at the bark and cutting it into two pieces. Not equal pieces, simply closer to the bottom. The tree would then crash before him, giving him a ramp to travel skyward with.
A smile played across the monkey's lips as he danced up the tree branch, using two moves in succession unless Beatrix made a motion to stop him. First, he would work up as he moved, his movements erratic but raising his power.
Then, he would dance up the remainder of the pillar, movements of dance like fluid water, bringing the rain down upon the arena.
Then, he'd kick off as he got close enough to Gardevoir to feel safe about dodging but still good about hitting. Hands coming together and from the pores of his hands came the Water Gun attack. The force wasn't a lot but powered by the power he'd obtained from everything he'd done up to that point, assuming Beatrix did nothing to stop his combo, the force of the gun, if it hit, would be like being shot with an actual gun, but it had no penetrative ability. In other words, the force would cause a stagger, enough to upset Beatrix's flight, if only until she corrected herself.
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2011 5:19 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2011 5:20 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2011 5:24 pm
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[Hah, you call that a ball?] Melty said. Challenge accepted. He'd been training his fire in form, duration and heat for a while. Mostly everything but form but hell if he lost to this girl that was already faster than him.
He released a blast of fire from his head and then concentrated, trying to form it into a ball, trying to alters its form. It was easier as he hadn't used something of actual damage, a Will-O-Wisp, something that wouldn't hurt, but could burn. Still, it was hot.
So, Melty was there, straining himself to keep form and duration with Petilil, like a contest.
Henrietta stood there, surprised by the sudden contest. She looked at Wayne and said, "I never thought battling really counted as training, just experience."
Yup, she definitely felt more relaxed around him, even if he did grope her.
***
Seohyun shrugged. "I haven't been to Striaton City much. Hm. There's this place I went to a while back, it's real fancy though. So it won't be fast food or anything," she said.
"Unless that's too weird for you?" she asked with a slight side tilt of her head.
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2011 5:27 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2011 5:31 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2011 5:36 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2011 5:47 pm
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"Yeah, that's fine.I think they let you take extra food," she said and she'd then lead the way. Now, she didn't have a limousine or anything. That stood out too much, she thought. But she did have a fancy car. Just picture one, not spending half an hour looking at them, said the typist.
At the place Seohyun went through the formalities of getting the table, which consisted of "two" and "thank you" and "some pop, coke, please."
After all of that the duo would be seated at the table of some fancy restaurant. One that served wine of all things, but ******** wine, pop is the top.
***
Blizzard into the water gun froze the construct instantly. It wasn't going to move super ZOMG fast but enough for Simipour to freeze and kick within the same second, pushing him back and away from the Thunderbolt it, momentarily stalled by the ice, would then continue upward, charging through the ice but missing Simipour.
Who would come down to land on the falling pillar, bringing a leg down in Rock Smash fashion, cutting away a sizable chunk and then, as he leveled himself with it, between the two pieces, he'd Fling the portion of the pillar at Beatrix while he positioned his feet to stand on the falling remainder at least long enough to have footing for the throw.
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Melty was strained with concentration. Hell no he wasn't gonna lose to this chick. He, frustrated, acted too hastily, causing his own harmless explosion. Tightening his lips, he started up again. Learning from last time, he took it more slowly. Forming the ball and then expanding it, fixing the dimensions and repeating, straining with each step like adding another push up long after you reached what you thought was your limit.
Henrietta was looking at Wayne with a sideways look at he spoke. "Th-the dreamyard..." Ah yes, it was a horrible experience. She decided to be curt. She didn't want to dwell, then she'd be upset. She needed strength, the strength to win a badge, and then she could take on Plasma with confidence. Right?
"I did, they stole Darumi," she said, her voice breaking when she said his name and she quickly wiped the tears away.
"B-but, I'm going to get him back."
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2011 5:52 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2011 5:57 pm
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Oh s**t. Seohyun needed an excuse, and fast. She, uh, was, er, hrm, uh, ah, or, erk.
"My boy friend," she said after a moment of silence. That was it, she didn't want to expand on a lie. That always made them easier to pick apart. Also, she was too lazy to think about much about it.
Subject change, and fast, "are you a trainer?"
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